Gay Erotic Stories

Monday came and gone like a flash. I had homework already, but it was expected. I worked on most of it and got ready for the next day. I had Philosophy on Tuesdays and Thursdays at noon. I was supposed to have this old professor who was boring, but I needed the credit so it was worth it. I just had to have coffee before class. I headed off to lunch at 11 and then left for class. I arrived about five minutes early and there was a line of other students sitting outside. We waited for class for about 10 minutes. Then around the corner came a younger fellow who looked about in his late twenties. I thought he was just some guy opening the door so we didn’t have to sit outside anymore. But he wasn’t, we walked in, I took my normal seat right in the center of the room. Just close enough to pay attention, but close enough to be stared at. The younger gentleman said his name was Professor Scott McBane. I thought, professor? Really, he looks awfully young to be a prof. But we will roll with it and see how it goes. He said that the old professor had a heart attack and died. That’s how he became of the position.

A few weeks went by, he lectured like he loved the damn subject. We took our first test on a Thursday. I studied my ass off for a week, and felt good about the test. Next Tuesday rolls around and he passes out the test, but forgot to hand me mine. When he came around to my seat, he simply said, “I will talk to you about your test after class.” Class ended and I waited until everyone had left, packed my bag and got up, and went to the front of the room. He said, “we need to go to my office, there is a class in five minutes here” We left and went to his office on the third floor. Little place with no windows. I walked in and sat down in the chair opposite of the computer, he sat at his computer chair after closing the door. There were banners on the door so it was just him and I. He pulled out my test and set it down in front of me on the table. It had marked on it an F. I just sat there in shock. He looked at me and asked what happened. I said I don’t know, that I studied my ass off and that I did well. He said that I could do some extra credit that didn’t involve a paper, but doing some work at his house. He gave me an address and a phone number. Told me to call the number exactly at 9pm tonight and if I wanted extra credit, then I better had not be late.

I left his office thanking him for the offer of extra credit. He said that this was special extra credit and that he wouldn’t offer this to anyone else and to not say anything. So I walked back to my dorm room griping my test in my hand. I smoke like three cigs on the way back to my room. I was so upset. I went in my room and threw my test on my desk, got online and bitched to a few friends about it. Before I realized, it was ten to 8. I picked up the phone and waited for a few minutes, and once my computer turned 8:59 I hit dial. Immediately as it rang once, the phone picked up. It seemed weird and that he was probably waiting. He said only one sentence. “Bring your ass to the address I gave, be here in one hour, bring nothing but the clothes you’re wearing.” And hung up. I immediately pulled the address out and mapquested it. I saw it would take only ten minutes to get there, but I left at 8:30. I grabbed my car and took a drive, found the house rather quickly as it was on this old dirt road 5 minutes north of town, I pulled off to the side and smoked a cig, then got out of the car and knocked at the door.

He opened the door wearing regular clothes, said come in and offered me a beer. I gladly took one, and said, so what’s this extra credit consisting of? He said well, first of all, we need to discuss something. he said that what happens here for my extra credit, stays here. Otherwise he will make sure I fail all my classes and never attend college again. I nodded my head and said ok. He said that I was going to clean his house, and each time I cleaned his house I would go up a letter grade. I could stop at any time that I felt I was good and leave. I was under no obligation to stay. I said okay, where do I start. He looks at me and says, “Well there are a pair of gloves on the counter, get started cleaning the kitchen. I am going to go grade some papers in my room, come get me when you are done. I got right to cleaning, I was a little upset that I didn’t bring my iPod because it was really quite boring just cleaning house with no music. I was scrubbing the sink when I heard a noise coming from the bathroom. I looked up and saw the strangest thing. What was my philosophy prof was a hot leather man standing in the doorway hold a leather strap. I looked at him in amazement glistened in the light from the doorway. Before I knew it, I had a hard on in my pants. I knew I liked men and leather, but never have I been that close to a fantasy before.

He slowly walked over to me, every step he took I could hear every sound his leather made. The sound of his leather boot hitting the hard floor, the sound of the leather between his thighs, the sound of his leather vest against his body, and the clinking of his harness against his skin. I looked up at him and he said, “Don’t look at me bitch.” I immediately looked down at my own feet. He walked over and put the strap around my neck and said,” This is your collar, you will always wear it whenever you are in my house, understand Bitch?!” I said yes, he immediately smacked me across the face, and said, whenever you address me it will be with a Yes Master Scott, or Sir. Nothing else, understood? “Yes Master Scott”

He immediately took off my clothes. Everything came off. Before I knew it I was standing buck naked in his kitchen with nothing but a collar on my neck. He grabbed ring on the collar and pulled me into his bedroom. This didn’t look like I imagined it. I thought a prof’s bedroom would have a bed, desk, and a closet. This wasn’t a normal bedroom I guess. It had a bed, yeah, but it also had a cage, and the closet had hooks in the ceiling, and there was a wooden cross in the corner, and what looked like a large tool box you would see in a garage.

He pulled me over to the closet, let go of the collar and told me to stand there with my hands at my side, head down. I did as I was told; I wanted that A so bad I was going to do anything to get it. I soon realized that this wasn’t about me grade, and when I really looked at Master Scott, I found him very attractive. He walked back over to me and put leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. He attached my wrist to the hooks in his closet. He grabbed a leather whip from the drawer and look at me. I was facing the inside of the closet, he thought he just put me in backwards on accident, but as the he made the first strike, I realized he did this on purpose. I received so many blows I lost count. I became numb from the pain, I thought he drew blood, but felt nothing dripping down my back. He stopped finally after what seemed like hours, but I was left hanging here by my wrists. He came over to me and pressed his chest against my back. He said how do you like it bitch, I said it feels good Master Scott. He said, good and that I had better get used to it. He then left for what seemed like an eternity, He came back with a cold rag and rubbed my back side. I hurt everywhere from the leather whip. He gently rubbed my backside for about three minutes. Then he took me down from the closet and put me the other way, to where I faced the room. He grabbed the leather whip again and went to town on my front side. He repeated this process just like my backside.

After I was worn out, and felt like I was going to pass out, he smacked me on the face, and said wake up. I took me out of the closet and I collapsed in his arms. He let me down on the floor gently and bought, me a glass of water. I drank it willingly and said Thank you Master Scott. He said, good boy. You learn well.

He was still in all his leather gear, but he was sweating a storm, but after all that work who wouldn’t be. He grabbed my real test and handed it to me. I looked at it and it was marked with an A. I looked at him in amazement. He said he saw me the first day and thought I would make a good obedient bitch from the way I paid attention in class. I looked at him and smiled. I knew I did well and that the test looked funny. I sat and thought for a few minutes about the test, I was overcome and happiness about my smartness, but was quickly reminded that I wasn’t going to be happy for a long time. I was slapped in the face by a hard leather gloved hand. He sat me up on my knees and told me that I was his bitch. He told me that he would have me back in plenty of time to get ready for my classes tomorrow, shoved me in his cage and threw a ratty old blanket at me and said to get some rest. I quickly fell asleep from the exhaustion.

I was rudely awoken at 5 in the morning by him grabbing my ankles and dragging me out of my cage. He was dressed in a suit, and dragged me to the kitchen where he threw me on the floor next to the table. He went to get in a chair, but was quickly kicked to the floor. He said his bitch only eats at his table when he has earned it

I sat on the floor while Master Scott put a bowl of eggs on the floor. He sat at the table and opened a paper and ate. He ate my eggs quickly with my hands, I was so starving. He finished his paper and picked me up and dragged me to the living room. I sat on the floor waited for my next instructions. He had on nice leather loafers and he told me that he wanted to see his face shine and that had better use my tongue or else he would drop me off in front of my dorm hall naked.

I liked those loafers to good I could taste leather for hours. He said that I had done well and to put my clothes on. After I was dressed he said, Andrew, you are going to all your classes today, and I will call you when I feel the need for my bitch. He took off the cuffs and the collar and told me that I would not tell anyone about this encounter and that I would wait for his phone call.

He dropped me off near my dorm hall and drove away, reminding me to wait for his call. I went to class and couldn’t sit in the chair right, it hurt all over from last nights whipping. I only dreaded the phone call I would receive later, but my college career depended on it. I went back after classes and took a nap in a real bed. I woke up to my phone going off, my normal ring tone playing loud in my ear. I looked at the clock and it was almost 9 already.

Part Two coming soon.