THE PROFESSOR SERIES PART 3D

Author: ianlt
Title: THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 3 conclusion
Date: 17 January 2016

THE PROFESSOR SERIES - PART 4 (conclusion)

The Saturday before Dave came home, I had decided to arrange a thank-you party for the men who had participated in John’s training. I had reserved the club for the afternoon and night. I sent out a series of invitations and ordered a banquet of great food. John and I arrived in the van with groceries in the afternoon. We were met at the door by Sam. Sam was also an English Professor but teaching at a major university in the city. He was about 30, slender, short, and terribly cute. He was also a great bottom/slave boy who I had enjoyed many times. I had arranged for Sam to help out at the party.

We entered the club and I had the two boys strip. Then I set them to work, cleaning the place up so it was spotless, getting a table set up for the 20 guests, and chairs arranged. We commandeered the kitchen, and foods were prepared for snacks, and for a sit down dinner. Beer and wine were put in buckets of ice.

I noted how Sam and John interacted. I could tell that each found the other attractive. The conversation between them was full of innuendoes and jokes. Physical contact was made whenever one passed by the other.

Shortly before the party was to begin I had the boys haul out a large padded sawhorse and place it just inside the door. I handed Sam a leather cord and told him to tie John’s cock and balls. I think John was surprised, but in his role as a slave said nothing. Sam carefully wound the leather around John and wrapped the balls separated from each other, pulled tight and shining and leaving long ends of leather hanging to the floor. Then I handed a hood to Sam and told John to kneel. Sam asked if he could kiss John, which request I granted and he leaned over and kissed John deeply in the mouth and then pulled the hood over John’s head. Only small holes at the nostrils interrupted the smooth black leather. I padlocked the collar.

I led John to the sawhorse and Sam and I took wide leather belts and strapped John tightly to the horse at his ankles, knees, thighs, waist chest, arms and wrists. I took a final strap around his head. Each end of the leather cord around John’s balls were pulled down and tied off to an ankle. I took a final strap and gave John’s ass a few hard whacks. I could hear a grunt and the muscles tensed, but very little moved. Perfect!

I poured some wax on John’s back and while it was still soft, embedded a lighted candle. I placed a felt pen on his back and a small sign propped against the candle inviting guests to sign the “guest book.” Sam, with my permission wrote his name on John’s left buttocks. I also left a package of condoms and a paddle.

Many of the promptly arriving guests got hard right away. Everyone signed in covering John’s buttocks with signatures. Most took a few whacks at John’s ass, and some just couldn’t help themselves and plowed John’s ass.

After the group arrived and signed in, Sam untied John and led him into the kitchen, pulling him by the leather cord around his balls. He was shackled with wrist and ankle chains and given a tray to carry. Sam led him from man to man, offering what Sam had put on the tray; snack, beer, or glasses of wine. Men thanked John by grabbing his butt, or slapping his ass.

When dinner was announced, Sam removed John’s hood and wrist shackles, asking once again permission to kiss him. I placed John’s hands in fist mitts and tied them with rope behind his back, pulled high up and taut. His muscled bulged against the strain. They were beautiful. I placed tit clamps on John and wrapped more rope around his chest and upper arms.

Sam served the dinner. Everyone had exposed cocks. I pushed John under the table. His job was to lick boots and suck cock, moving from man to man, throughout the entire meal. Some of the men put food in their groins or on their cocks for John to eat. His fluid was provided by my piss and by a bowl of water on the floor. Everyone was thoroughly delighted. It was obvious who was the current recipient of John’s attention by their facial expressions and the sudden incoherence of their conversation.

I hauled John out from under the table. He was untied with only his cock restrained and the chain padlocked around his neck. Sam and John cleaned off the table and I invited the men into the main room of the club to entertain themselves until dessert.

When the table was clear, I prepared dessert. And John was going to be the main offering. I had him climb on the table and lay on his back. He was tightly spread-eagled. He was restrained at his wrists and ankles, his knees and elbows. His waist, pelvis and chest were tied down. Once down, Sam and I set glasses of wine and bottles of beer on the table. We placed a host of various desserts, at random around the table. Items like ice cream and puddings, fruits and cheeses, cakes, sauces and syrups. There were no plates.

When the men were invited back into the dining area, they hooted with laughter. They figured out immediately how to fully enjoy dessert. They stripped off their clothes. Soon John was coated with food beer and wine. Men would drip chocolate syrup on John’s cock and lick it off. Others would place their cake on John’ tits or stomach and chew away at it. If they so happened to tickle John into squirming, wasn’t that part of the eating process? Some men poured their beer into John’s mouth and then drank it back out. John was fully licked, sucked, tickled, and as the food diminished the enjoyment of John’s beautiful body increased. Men climbed on the table to get their cocks sucked while others sucked on John’s. His tits were played with, and his body slapped and beaten. It was a marvelous dessert.

Eventually Sam released John and took him outside and washed him off. He was brought back in after Sam had reshackled him. He stood at attention with is eyes cast down. I had assembled all the men. I announced a drawing. I had placed all the invited men’s names in a box and Sam would draw the winning name. That man would spend the night with John as his slave in the back room of the club. This was a happy announcement. I made John stand and invited the men to inspect the prize. They enjoyed the scene, fingering him, inspecting his mouth, all in all pretending that he was an auction piece they were unfamiliar with. John graciously tolerated the prodding without a word. I was certain he was humiliated but also proud of his appeal.

The men lined up and Sam drew out a name. Steve whooped in delight. He was a smallish man, but fiendish with a flogger. Everyone knew that John’s entire body would be red and streaked in the morning. I would expect that Steve would chain John up and stuff a huge gag in his mouth and beat him. Then take him to bed gently caressing John’s bound body and then suspend him in the air early in the morning for a final total body flogging before his time was up.

The guests left. Sam cleaned up, and I went to bed mightily pleased with myself and eagerly awaiting Dave’s return in the morning.

In the morning I retrieved John from Steve. As expected he was red-streaked all over. I sent him to the bathroom, and gave him his sweats, boots, and tanktop. I put him in the back of the van, hooded and hog-tied and headed off to the airport.

After I parked, I climbed in the back, untied John, and gave him a set of car keys. He was told to retrieve Dave’s luggage and return to the van. He was to put the hood back on and handcuff his hands behind his back and lie down to wait till Dave and I returned.

Dave’s plane was on time. We had a wonderful reunion. We stopped and got something to eat and then headed to the car. Dave laughed when he heard where John was; “sort of my usual place isn’t it?”

“Yes of course, my dear Mr. Tucker, and it soon will be again, but not today.”

At the van, Dave got into the front seat. I climbed in the back and gave John a swat and put him back in a tight hog-tie for the ride home.

When we got home, I led Dave in the house and then returned to the van. I released John. He was told to take off his hood and bring Dave’s luggage to my room.

Dave was already lying on my bed and I jumped on to kiss him. John stood at the doorway with the luggage.

I got up and went to the door. I said, “John, you performed magnificently. You are still inexperienced but even now you can be called a Master.”

“Sir, Thank you, sir, Thank you”

I unlocked the padlock and removed the chain.

“John, Dave and I want to be alone. I’m sure you understand, go to your room.”

I could tell John was disappointed to be excluded but he said nothing and headed to his room.

In his room he found a body lying on his bed. The body was totally enclosed in a rubber sleep sack, smooth and shining, strapped tightly to a small lean body and with chains tightly to the sides of the bed. The head was hooded with a rubber hood over which was enclosed by a leather head harness chained to the top of the bed.

John removed the harness, then the hood in growing excitement. His fatigue and disappointment disappeared in the air. He pulled off the hood and stared into the face of Sam.

He drove his mouth into Sam’s. He knew full well what he had been given.

Sam looked up at him and smiled, “I would like to be yours Sir, if you want me.”