THE PROFESSOR SERIES PART 3B

Author: ianlt
Title: THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 3B
Date: 02 January 2016

The ongoing saga (last section from December 2015).

THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 3B

The next week, Dave, John and I took our motorcycles into the city. We pulled up to a small house with a wood fence and gate. There was a decided Japanese influence to the gate and fence, and inside was a exquisite garden with a large pond full of koi, and a deck overhanging the pond with pots of bonsai trees. An exuberant cheerful stocky Japanese man came out of the house to greet us. He was wearing shorts and thongs. Nothing John saw would have associated this man to his reputation as an expert in Japanese rope bondage.
I had arranged for Jeff, as he was named to demonstrate his techniques to John.
“Well, get you clothes off boys” he said. And when they had done so, he turned to me and said,” You know, it really isn’t fair for you to hog two such beautiful men.”
He worked with hemp rope since it would dig into the skin and abrade as a man struggled. His bondage was amazingly cruel, based on the punishment bondage of Samurai legends. He began with Dave, making certain the John saw every single knot and principle. I took written notes of what he said, so that John would have a reference later. With Dave still standing, Jeff tied Dave’s wrists together behind his back. Then making a sort of harness, he pulled the wrists high up, looping the rope around Dave’s neck and then around his chest and upper arms.
“He would strangle to death if left this way for long.” Jeff chuckled, “But he is strong and can hold this for a while as we complete our task.”
He had Dave sit on the deck over the pond. Dave’s ankles were crossed and tied. These were tied to his balls, A rope was passed through the rope wrapped around his neck and tied tightly to his ankles, pulling his torso forward, bent over, increasing the strain on his arms tied behind his back, but relieving the pressure on his neck slightly. Then a rope was wrapped around his forehead and tied in the back and this was tied to the ropes around his chest. His head was forced to look up.
As John was carefully listening and watching his cock grew, as did Dave’s, and mine as well. But John was also breathing with short ragged breaths because he knew that his turn would be next. Jeff had John sit in front of Dave, just as I had done to John the week before and soon would doing so again. John stared at his friend and idly stroked his growing cock. Dave could only see John’s face since his head was pulled back. He was squirming slightly and I knew that the ropes would be digging into his skin, but I also knew that Dave would soon enter a trance like state, and would be oblivious to the pain.
I sent John into the house to pee. Actually he needed some time to gather his courage for an experience that he knew was going to be much more difficult that the previous week. In fact, the previous week was a preamble, a test to see if he could endure what I had previously planned with Jeff.
When he returned and had drunk a large glass of water, Jeff cheerfully began the exact same bondage. He explained once again everything he did, soliciting feedback, clarifying sensations, and giving points to remember. John became increasingly immobilized. He wasn’t as flexible as Dave, so the arms were tied with minor modifications, which were carefully explained to him. He was at first nervous and answered Jeff with monosyllables, but then warmed up to it. But as his neck was pulled toward his ankles and he felt the restrictions in his breathing and the promise of his back going into spasm, he became silent again. I took some duct tape and wrapped it around his mouth and neck several times. Then I wrapped some more layers from under his chin over the top of his shaved head. Then Jeff tied the rope around his forehead and pulled his head back. John knew that his bondage wasn’t as extreme as Dave’s, but he knew that it would be miserable enough for him with his limited experience and endurance.
I was proud of his courage and as I sat in front of him, I told him so, and promised him that the following week, Jeff would provide him with a boy to practice on, while being carefully instructed. That was obviously helpful as witnessed by John’s cock.
I sat in front of John for a while. Drinking some beer with Jeff who sat next to me, we chatted about a variety of various things, alternatingly ignoring John and then making certain that he had his eyes focussed on mine while he squirmed and sweated. He would be covered with abrasions and welts when he was released.
After a while, as the sky cooled slightly, I untied Dave. I pulled him over in front of John and we kissed long and deep in front of him. Jeff gave the three of us some beer, which we drunk, making certain that John was watching us. Then with a full bladder, I opened my fly and pissed directly into his face. And then I invited Jeff and Dave to empty their full bladders as well. Dave was somewhat self-conscious gifting his childhood friend, but overcame his reluctance and finally got a good flow going. Jeff had a beer full bladder which he cheerfully aimed and let loose. He made certain that a lot of the piss went up into John’s nose, resulting in a spasm of choking and coughing, struggling to get air with his mouth sealed tightly shut.
Using his foot, Jeff then pushed John over onto his side. A gagged but still loud groan came from John, which only increased as the garden hose was turned on him and he was hosed off with cold water. I’m certain he was sure that he was strangling, unable to get enough air to survive.
Jeff, Dave, and I left him there to dry off in the sun. This would be the most difficult time for him, feeling abandoned, left to his own misery. Shortly I had Dave go out to untie him, and bring him in. Jeff had some salves that he applied and worked into the welts and abrasions while massaging muscles cramped from strain. By the time we had finished eating a Japanese take out dinner John was ready to ride home and was already excited about returning for his lesson with Jeff the following week.


Whenever we went to the club, we made an amazing image. The three of us would arrive on our bikes. Dave always had a hood on, with a gag. His chest was bare and his hands were always cuffed behind his back before we entered. He had a padlocked chain round his neck or a heavy steel collar and he wore his leather pants and boots. His body always took my breath away. It was smooth, tanned, and lean, with chest and shoulder muscled sculpted by the water.
John and I arrived with leather jackets, cod piece pants, and tall boots. John wore a leather harness that accentuated his stunning chest.
We would enter side by side with Dave slightly behind. We would approach the bar and hook our boots onto the rail looking out on the room. John carefully emulated my behaviors, even getting the way to lift and swallow from a long neck beer bottle to make every bottom in the room get weak kneed. He learned non verbal language, and cruising techniques. He observed how negotiations were made even if almost no words were spoken. While John observed, Dave was in his usual spot, chained by his neck to a post next to where I stood, watching. One could see his eyes following everything. If I ran my hand over his cock, always tied or fitted into some sort of device, it was always hard, and tweaking his tits sent shudders across his chest and a slight moan of desire.
Being a private club, a lot of play occurred in the space and standing at the bar gave a great view. It served as opportunities to instruct John as we watched interactions.
As we watched, a man was groveling at the feet of a top. He held the man’s boots and was licking them with an earnest devotion. Suddenly the top kicked the bottom aside and shouted, “You are a worthless piece of shit! Say, that, Say what you are.”
“Sir, I’m a worthless piece of shit, Sir” the bottom replied.
“Louder” shouted the top as he pushed the bottom again with his boot.
“Sir, I’m a worthless piece of shit, Sir” he shouted.
Turning to John, I asked him, “What do you think of that exchange?”
John smirked and shot back at me, “Sir, what should I think of that, Sir?”
I chuckled, an excellent retort, I thought. A sense of humor is appropriate and necessary. I cuffed John on the cheek and spun around a dove my fist into Dave’s belly. No special reason, I like to do that occasionally.
“If the bottom is a worthless piece of shit, what does that say about the top? I asked.
“Sir, what does that say about the top, Sir?”
I anticipated that, and John got another gentle cuff and I spun around and drove my fist into Dave. Dave anticipated as well and his stomach muscles were tensed and ready. I heard him chuckle through the gag.
“If the bottom is truly a worthless piece of shit, then it says to me that the Top is pretty pathetic to only attract worthless men.”
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense”
“On the other hand, if an outstanding man voluntarily submits to me, then I am truly honored by the submission. It is an homage to me and affirms my worth. It uplifts both of us, since I am also worthy to be submitted to and that uplifts the slave. So I make a point of finding something worthy of praise and nobility in the men who submit to me.”
“But what if the slave gets off on feeling like, or being treated like, a worthless piece of shit?”
“Excellent Question,” I replied. It goes back to the definition of being a Master. If it brings you primary gratification, which as I just said doesn’t work, at least for me, then it is OK. If you do it to humor the bottom, then you are being a top and your primary goal is to gratify the bottom. I’d either pick a different slave or find another way to allow him pleasure.”
On another occasion, as we watched, a Master was greeted by a slave. The Master was already in the room and was drinking his beer. The slave came in the bar. He was barechested, and wore short denim pants. He dashed over to the Master’s feet and knelt down with his hands behind his back, eyes cast down.
“You’re late” the Master shouted.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir”
“And I told you to wear only a leather jock.” He continued to shout.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir”
The Master was on a roll, hurling invectives and insults at the kneeling slave. I had been twisting Dave’s tits at the time and I glanced over.
“I’m going to punish you for disobeying me.” He shouted.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”
It was getting repetitive.
And the Master pulled out his whip from his left sided pant loop and flailed the slave as he cowered but continued his now familiar mantra.
“Yes Sir, I’m sorry Sir.”
I tweaked Dave’s tits and addressed a question to him “Do you consider that action an action of a Master/slave or a Top/bottom relationship? Grunt once for the first choice or twice for the second.”
Dave grunted twice.
“Very good, I agree, Mr. Tucker” I said as I increased my grip and twisted his tits until Dave was climbing onto one foot and the chain around his neck was digging into the flesh.
When I let go, I asked John why I considered that a correct response.
“I’m not sure. The Master is in control and is exerting his power. He is punishing a behavior that displeased him.”
“Is he?” I asked.
“Well it certainly looks like it to me from where I’m watching.”
The slave was trying very hard to keep his hands behind his back as the blows from the whip continued to rain down on his body.
“Given that we are in this place, wouldn’t it be fair to assume that the men here are into S/M play and it is most likely that the bottoms are masochists?
“Yes, but?”
“Just a moment” I said. I walked over to the couple and asked the Master if I could quickly check something out. Given my reputation, my request was granted and I reached down to squeeze the cock of the cowering slave. I stood up and smiled, and returned to John, and the whipping resumed.
“That slave’s cock was huge.” I said. “So is it punishment?”
I guess true punishment can’t be pleasurable can it?” John replied.
“At least not as the primary outcome” I replied. “Why would a Master reward a behavior that defeyed his orders, which removes even in some small way, some of his power and control? A Master would want to reward good behavior with some form of S/M play. What would be an appropriate response to defying an order?”
“If you put it that way, then certainly not some physical punishment that would excite him, maybe, instead just ignore him.”
“Precisely again.” I said, slapping John on the chest and grabbing his neck and giving him a deep kiss. Dave whimpered, well he tried to but I could detect the chuckle.
“Oh shut up,” I said, “You’ll get more than a kiss later.”
“So you consider what we’re seeing is a Top/bottom role play, don’t you?” John asked.
“Yeah, I do. I’m certain that the bottom intentionally was late, and he couldn’t have also forgotten what he was to wear. One or the other perhaps maybe, but not both. He knew that it would provoke the response which from the feel of his cock is the scene he wanted acted on. Admittedly the Top was enjoying himself but my point is that the bottom controlled the scene. If the Top was actually his Master, he would have quietly told him he was late and improperly dressed and would have ignored him, or perhaps inflicted a punishment that he knows the bottom hates.”
“I guess I’m still confused though.” John said
”Yes?”
“Well, then what is the difference between a Dad and a Master as you define them. They seem pretty similar to me.”
“Yeah, your correct. Damm it, I just hate it when I’m caught on something like this. That really frustrates me. I’ll have to release some frustration.” I turned to Dave, pulled out his cock and balls. With my left hand, I squeezed hard and with my right attacked his tits. Dave squirmed and groaned.
“Now that was a Master’s behavior” I laughed. “I did what I wanted to do, it gratified my power and my control, and primarily pleased me. However, I know from experience that Mr. Tucker here loves it. Don’t you Dave, my boy?” That question was accompanied with my knee into Dave’s groin.
Dave grunted, the chain around his neck digging in as he tried to bend over. Then we heard the chuckle I knew would follow.
“I suppose that a Master learns a repertoire of activities and behaviors that the slave will find motivating, and will use that repertoire for the Master’s pleasure, whenever he wills it. By knowing the behaviors, he can ignore the slave’s immediate desires and concentrate solely on his own gratification. Of course the Master will need to debrief the slave occasionally to modify or adapt the repertoire. After all, tastes and tolerances change.”
“Now Dave here,” I cuffed Dave a couple times, “is my boy, so I’m always cognizant what he enjoys and it is for his benefit, even while realizing my pleasure.”
“It really is an attitude and an intention rather than what you actually do to the guy, isn’t it?” asked John.
“Yeah, that about sums it up. You know my whole deep philosophy, probably a piece of crap, but it works for me” I laughed.