THE PROFESSOR SERIES PART 3A

Author: ianlt
Title: THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 3A
Date: 06 December 2015

The Professor Series, Part 3A

When I pulled out that first morning, I woke John, and his reaction in turn woke Dave. But we had been in bed long enough and it was a wonderful day. The two young men stretched against each other, and I unbuckled the straps from their bodies. They still remained together since John’s arms were wrapped around Dave’s body. I helped them to their feet. John, being that much shorter than Dave pulled his cock out of Dave as they were struggling to stand up. Without saying a word I pulled on the collar of Dave’s hood. Dave was used to this. John hooded as he was and new to my household, new to everything actually, stumbled along. I led them across the hall to my play space.
I removed John’s hood and allowed him to look around. The space was primarily mirrored with black painted walls with shelves or hooks where I kept my leather equipment. There was a sling, a frame, padded table, cross, and sundry other stuff. One can never have enough stuff.
John swore in wonder, and his cock bobbed. Considering that less than 24 hours ago he thought we were sinners going straight to Hell, he was certainly interested and aroused. While he was still looking around I pulled a ball gag off the shelf and forced it into his mouth. He resisted a bit but he was still tied to Dave so there was nothing he could do. Then I uncuffed one of his wrists and after Dave stepped forward, I recuffed John’s wrists in front of him. I told him to stand next to the sling.
I led Dave to the sling and he sat and then laid down on it. This was the way we started the day, whenever time would allow. I quickly strapped Dave’s chest and head to the sling. His arms were already attached to his collar. I placed tit clamps on his tits, and tied the cock and ball harness to a cord looped through a pulley and with a weight on the end. I then buckled several straps around each leg to the sling's chains, got out some lube and had my first fuck of the day. What gratifying way to start the day.
When I was finished, leaving Dave where he was, I removed the cuffs and gag from John and took him down to the kitchen. He followed sheepishly along, and took the glass of orange juice that I handed him. Then I put my arm around his neck and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “So?” I said.
John was nonplussed. He sort of replied, “Wow”. And stared at his juice which he then remember he had in his hand and took a sip of it.
I thought I would wait to hear what he had to say. I went about my business of the morning, starting coffee and getting breakfast ready.
John made a few fitful starts of conversation, which I promptly answered, as I handed him breakfast dishes.
Finally he referred to what he had experienced and seen over the last 12 hours or so. “Uh, What about Dave? Is he OK up there alone?”
“Him?” I replied, “Oh, he is fine. This is meditation time for him.” Actually it was. Dave had learned imagery as a way to improve his water polo skills and the time after his morning fuck was the time he utilized for his practice. A good way to empty himself and concentrate.
After some more desultory conversation at breakfast, I asked, "So, you were pretty aroused this morning in the playroom?”
“Yeah, I guess I was.”
“A cock almost always speaks the truth. You were fondling yours, and it was as hard as a rock. So, tell me, who did you most envy? Dave or me? No that isn’t the right question, which position did you wish you were in, tied to the sling, or thrusting you cock in a man tied to a sling?”
“Honestly?”
“I won’t accept ‘neither’ as acceptable, I saw your cock.”
“I hope it isn’t rude or anything being a guest and all, but I’d rather have been you, well actually be in the position you were in. That was what I was seeing while I was watching you, me with a guy, doing what I want to him. Sorry about that.”
“Sorry?” I replied, “there is no need to be sorry. That was the reply I actually expected. I don’t want another boy to play with. I’m quite content. I feel the power in you and am glad you realize that you want to exploit it.”

And thus it came to pass. John joined our household. That day we established our ground rules. Dave was my partner and John was our guest. But he was welcome to our bed, and would follow my direction when it came to sex play. Things worked out well. We all got along, working out, surfing, running on the beach, having good conversations, introducing John to what it means to be a gay man.
After a week or so, John asked me if he could move here and further his “Studies in our town.”
His parents gave permission for him to transfer to the community college across town, and continued his allowance. Like Dave’s parents, they had gone on with their lives, with actual little interest in their sons.
John sold his motorcycle and bought a black one, small enough so that he had extra cash. I took him to the city and bought him the requisite leather gear.
John moved into the third bedroom, but like Dave’s room, the room was rarely occupied at night.
It was clear that John was an assertive man, but he didn’t have the enormous intellectual or athletic talent that Dave had. No doubt he would be successful in life with adequate intelligence and a charismatic personality, and he took great care of his body and that was certainly beautiful to look at.
Our routine settled in fairly rapidly. We slept together, often with the two boys in some sort of bondage. I did not fuck John, nor did John fuck Dave after the first night. Dave and I were partners, but we included John in all the other leather play. John enrolled in summer school and both Dave and John had morning classes while I prepared for the upcoming teaching load. In the afternoons, the boys, studied, and then when Dave was at the pool working out, I sat with John on the bleachers tutoring him in material he hadn’t learned as he drifted through school. We all worked out in the weight room together and ran on the beach. We surfed, and lived a quiet energetic life together.


One day in July, while sitting on the bleachers watching Dave tread water for a half hour with a weighted steel butt plug in his ass and a steel cock ring around his balls, each weighing about 2 pounds, I told John that I wanted to make him a leather Master.
John said he would like that. As he had been coming to the club on the weekends and living with us, he knew the jargon.
“But I will train you to be my image of a Master. It is different, I suppose, than other definitions. But you can always adapt later.”
“What do you mean?” John asked.
“First you have noticed that there are men who call themselves Tops, Dads, or Masters. Actually very few people have a clear definition of those terms. Do you?”
“Well, no. They must parallel bottoms, boys, and slaves, but I’m not sure what they all mean. At least I have the tops types and the bottom types down.”
“Actually, in all probability, you don’t” I replied.
John looked confused. I waved to Dave who waved back and then picked up a ball and bounced it while he continued treading with the weights attached to him. He really is remarkable I thought.
“I heard of a guy once, who had been a bottom most of his life, and his specific leather passion was cock sucking. As he aged, he didn’t take care of his body and he became less than desirable. You will notice, lucky for you and me, that there are far more bottoms than tops, so he was soon unable to find guys to play with. Being a resourceful fellow, he became a ‘top.’ He would tie his bottoms up in inescapable bondage and then suck them off repeatedly, multiple times, before he would let them go. So who was the bottom? The guy tied up was getting huge sexual thrills getting sucked off by a guy kneeling at his feet. Except for the fact he was tied up, it seems like a typical top behavior if you ask me, and the guy who did the tying up, got to continue doing the bottom behavior that gave him his greatest thrill. Were they both tops, both bottoms, what?”
”God, you are right, that is confusing.”
“So here goes my singular take on this. A Top is a man who is primarily the activator of a play scene. He plays the role of the dominant person. But he plays a role in an interaction between two men. Actually the power often rest entirely on the bottom, and the Top is motivated primarily to give the bottom what most pleases him. So it is either a physical behavior, or it is an assumed role that the bottom needs.
A true Dad is a man who has a paternal interest in the person he is engaged with. Of course, most of the time it is a top assuming a paternal role, but by my definition it is more relationship oriented where there is mentoring, training, a clear difference between the men, with the Dad in charge, and in control but the motivation of the control is always attuned to the Son’s benefit.”
“So is that how you see your relationship with Dave?” John asked.
“Yes, inevitable given our positions, and personalities.”
“So what is a Master then? “
“My definition of a Master is someone whose primary goal with the other man, the slave, is his own gratification. The gratification of the slave is secondary. It is mostly about control and power. The hard part of being a Master is that the slave’s gratification, while secondary is crucial. A slave is a voluntary position and without careful attention even the most abject men will need to find some gratification somewhere.”
“Almost sounds sort of sick.”
“Hardly, John. It is a ritualizing of base human needs. Wrapped up in black leather and with a specific culture, It is just more honest, and clearly defined. We are all on a spectrum in our need to control and exert power and being a Master is at one end of the spectrum, while the slave is at the other. But remember it is consensual on the part of the slave. That is what makes it positive rather than sick. If you think about it, a boss who continually abuses you and can fire you if you complain is truly sick, that is an abuse of power. A leather Master is far safer to society than many other expressions of control and power.”
The conversation played itself out and we sat for a while. Then John asked, “So why is Dave a boy and you think I’m a Master?”
“Dave is a hugely talented young man. He has the ability to be exceptional, but there is something about him that requires external motivation, a desire to please, and to be cared for. He has a huge capacity to love but needs to be loved just as much. His sexuality is the same. He will always be that boy, even when he is past my age, and successful.”
“You, on the other hand, exude power and charisma. I suspect you were the leader, the one the other guys looked to for decisions. Right”
“Well, yeah, I guess so.”
“You have only a partial inkling of your charisma, because it is so sexual, and you have repressed that part of you, at least until a couple weeks ago.”
“Remember how confident you stood, actually arrogant, when you first met me?”
“God, Don’t remind me, I’m sorry about that.”
“I know that, but what was impressive and what you need to retain, in fact you always will, since it is part of you, is that take charge, confront, ‘take what you feel is yours’ attitude. You seize power and you want control. The world and you will be a lot better off, if you can channel that need into a ritualized leather relationship.”
“John,” I said, “I want you to think about what I said and let me know in a week if you want me to train you.”


A week to the day, sitting on the same bleachers watching Dave as he swam lap after countless lap, John quietly said that he understood what I said and wanted to be trained.
“I’m glad,” I replied. “There is a huge need for a man like you, and you will be successful beyond your wildest sexual fantasies. You have youth, brawn, and sexual charisma exuding from your ears.”
“Wow, God, Thanks, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say nothing. Accept it as true and embrace it. You actually do believe it to be true, just societal norms make you affect modesty.”
“What I have planned for you is two things. One, I will transform you into the image of the most virile masculine leather man seen in any S/M porn video. It will actually be easy since you’ve already got the body sculpted.”
I glanced at his body, it was huge with muscles, ripped and defined, low body fat, and a clear attractive masculine face with a heavy beard growth.
“Second, you will need to learn how to treat your slave in such a way that he will continue to totally but voluntarily submit to your control. Remember, although the primary desire of a Master is his own gratification as he so chooses, he has to provide some motivation for the slave to continue to submit.”

Over the next months Master John was created. While we continued to lead our lives as before, school, physical training, surfing, frolicking in bed, there was daily instruction.
Physically, John increased his lifting, so he grew even bigger. I had both of the boys on rigid diets to enhance performance for Dave and strength for John. I took John to a leather maker, and had cod piece pants, chaps, and shirt made of thick soft black leather. I bought him a leather motorcycle jacket and Wesco boots that laced to his knees.
I tied him in a chair one day, and shaved his head. From now on, his scalp would be smooth and buffed.
He was also told to grow a goatee which I had shaped. His face was transformed from earnest to seductive.
I took him to a tattoo artist and had a complex shoulder sleeve Celtic tattoo created on his left shoulder, dropping down to his forearm, and across his left pectoral. I liked it so much, I had a triangular shape design created on his lower back.
Dave liked it so much that I acquiesced and he got an ankle band, but made of interlocking dolphins and chain. I liked that so much, that I got one as well.
Then I took John to a piercer. John got his other ear pierced and wore small steel hoops. I also had his left tit pierced and a PA, We gradually increased the thickness of the nip rings and a massive PA.
As the physical change progressed, the attention he got at the club became almost unacceptable. I could have taken him to any city, Amsterdam, London, New York, or San Francisco and he would have created the same effect. Much as I saw the potential, even I was amazed at what had been created. As he became aware of it himself his posture improved, and his behavior became more authoritative. Men wouldn’t leave him alone if they thought I wasn’t paying attention. We had agreed that John wasn’t going to interact with other men outside my control until his training was complete.
Actually it was a dangerous time. If his ego moved ahead of his training he was certain to cause a disaster for himself and another man. He could have any bottom/boy/slave do anything that he might desire such was his physical presence. And if he was overconfident, he could physically or emotionally hurt someone, and since he remained a sensitive man himself, just discovering the joy of his sexuality, he could do irreparable harm to himself as well if he caused harm to someone else.
In order for John to be an able Master he would have to know what it felt like to be a slave. Not that he could ever have the personality of one, but he needed to learn the behavior. So there were regularly scheduled times when I made John submit to me. Some of the things he liked. For instance he was happy to get pierced, tattooed, and shaved even though I made the decisions. He did not like licking my boots. I didn’t make him strip naked; rather he always wore his leathers and boots when he did this. Abject submission was too much to expect at first. He did learn to address me at the appointed times with the “Sir, Yes Sir” dialogue, to not speak unless instructed to, to look down and to accept slaps on his face if I felt like it.
I took him to the club twice a week. There he would watch me as I Topped or mastered the men who approached me. Then I would immediately repeat the same activity on him which I had done to the bottom I had just played with. And after the first few weeks, I would allow him to practice on the man who I had previously topped. Men were eager to volunteer. I had this certain reputation, and John was so desirable that these men’s decisions were driven by their penises rather than their brains. But I was there to coach John and to keep the men from being hurt outside the bounds of eroticism. Some activities were fairly simple and were easily taught. Tit torture was really a few basic techniques and the ability to recognize when the pain became non erotic by facial expressions and breathing. Activities like flogging were far harder to teach and learn requiring many sessions and practicing techniques at home on targets.


After one visit to the club, I asked John what activity of the many different activities he had seen, or read, or heard about really made his cock engorge. After shuffling his feet for a minute, he hesitatingly answered me. I knew that in a few more months he wouldn’t display an embarrassed behavior when asked such a question, in fact he wouldn’t have to be asked. Rather, he would respectfully request to explore an experience.
John eventually described that he imagined having a man tied up, sitting at his feet. He would be sitting in a chair, leaning over the man while the man sweated in painful bondage. He wanted to feel the total control and domination he had over the man.
As per our training agreement, John had to experience the skill he was interested in learning in the slave role. So on one hot summer day; I took him out into my fenced backyard. He was stripped except for a chain padlocked around his thickly muscled neck. When John was in a slave role I gagged him, inorder for him to endure the experience on my terms with no chance for input. I placed a ball gag in his mouth and buckled it in place. God he was handsome.
I cuffed his hands behind his back and placed leather cuffs around his ankles. I placed a wide ball spreader on his scrotum. He sat down on the concrete and I fastened the leg cuffs together and then with a small snap fastened his ankles to the end rings on the ball spreader. His ankles were tucked up against his ass. It wasn’t too uncomfortable at first, but he would soon be miserable. The hard hot concrete would be unbearable on his ass soon, his thighs and calves would cramp and he would give anything to straighten out his legs. The heat would be miserable with no ocean breeze. His jaw would cramp from being forced open by the gag. I patted him on the cheek and reminded him that he wanted this so he could do it to someone else. I noticed that his cock swelled when I said that to him.
I went in the house and did some work. After an hour or so, I returned, bare chested, chaps on, wearing my tallest boots. I pulled up a chair and sat on it, leaning forward, my elbows on my knees. My legs were spread and my crotch was just in front of John’s face.
John was drenched in his sweat. His muscles were tense and twitching. His would try to stretch one leg or the other, puling against his tightly trapped shining balls. He was moaning.
“Look at me.” I commanded. He looked and I held his eyes in mine. Whenever his eyes wandered I slapped his face and repeated my command. I reminded him that he wanted to do this and once again his cock would swell.
I went in and got a cold beer. I returned to my seat and I made certain he watched me, as he sweated and I drank. After I had finished 2/3rds of the bottle I upended it over his head. Then I think he felt the scene was done. I could tell because he quit struggling and was still, sort of the last patience before the man is released. So I pulled out some tit clamps and reaching between his legs and chest, attached them to his slick tits. He moaned, but kept his eyes on mine. I sat for a while staring at his beautiful body dealing with its pain, and then got up and left him. I heard him moan and call out through his gag as my pulled open the back door.
“I thought I was really going to loose it when you went in the house.” John said as I was massaging his legs that evening. “But I tried to focus on getting through this so I can move on, and that calmed me down.”
“You did a good job of it.” I replied. “A slave would keep his ultimate goal in mind as he suffered, in order that he could endure. But I have a friend who can show you some incredible bondage. We will all go next week”