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  Mason started to reach for the steak. She snapped her finger, "Bad boy! You don't eat with your hands. Don't make me cuff your wrists behind your back again."

  He hesitated for several seconds, finally lowering his mouth. He picked up the steak with his teeth, chewing and swallowing them down. It took him longer than eating normally.

  By the time he finished that first strip, she tossed down another chunk. "Eat," she commanded. Aggravated but helpless to defy her, he obeyed once again.

  Over the next ten or twenty minutes, they finished their meal.

  She used a napkin to wipe at her lips.

  “That was an excellent meal, Mason. You should be proud of yourself.”

  Still braced on the floor, he didn’t wish to risk another punishment, so he said, “Thank you.” Those two words barely came out, yet she heard them and smiled nonetheless.

  “You really are an excellent servant. In fact, I think everyone else will think so too.”

  “Everyone else?” he squeaked.

  Almost as if the universe intended to answer his question, the doorbell chimed.

  “I’ll get it. Stay right here,” she ordered.

  Julia pushed her chair back, she got up, and she left the dining room.

  Only seconds more before he heard the chattering of young women. They laughed and giggled. He only caught snippets of the conversation like, “I can’t believe you own this place!”

  “I know, right?”

  Mason didn’t know how far she could take this.

  Like it or not, he was about to find out. He couldn't stop her, so he grabbed the discarded dishes and took them back into the kitchen. While there, he caught his reflection in the microwave. It had only been this morning when he sauntered onto campus, feeling absolutely in control.

  He had been a college professor, the lord of his dominion. Yes, his classroom was small, and there were many other people across the planet who had so much more power, but he had still carried the attention of his students. They listened to him. They allowed him to teach.

  Now, Julia could make him do anything.

  Then she heard the dreaded words, "Mason, why don't you get your cute little ass in here?"

  He grabbed onto the edge of the countertop, gripping it tightly. Within just the span of a few seconds, his knuckles turned white.

  For several heartbeats, he seriously considered ignoring her command. But if he did so, she was only going to call him forward again. Or worse, she would bring her friends into the kitchen.

  Decision made, he started walking. Once he started moving, it felt as though his body operated on autopilot. He didn't think. He didn't feel at all cognizant of what was happening.

  Mason went back out into the living room, where he found several young women seated on his couch and loveseat. Of course, Julia was in the middle, one leg crossed over her knee.

  "Oh, thank you for joining us, Mason."

  "Mason?" asked one of the young women. She had light brown hair and pale green eyes. She also had a very lithe and slender physique. Not only that, she knew Mason well.

  "Is that really Professor Stratus?" someone else asked.

  Swallowing, Mason didn't know how he should respond.

  Fortunately for him, Julia had no problem telling her friends all about their new arrangement. "Yes, you see, Mason got himself into some trouble, and he needed my help. He's been so grateful that he's decided I should make all of his decisions. In fact, you could say I own him now." She reached over and grabbed his ass. Such a proprietary gesture made all of the other girls giggle again.

  "You have to be joking. There's no way a teacher like Mr. Stratus would ever allow something like this to happen."

  "You don't believe me? What you want me to make him do?"

  Another girl leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "If you can really get him to do anything, then make him take off his shirt for us. I've always thought he would look good teaching like that."

  "You heard the lady," Julia said with a wave of her hand. "Mason, take off your shirt. Show us those tight abs of yours."

  Yes, he frequently exercised, but Mason never imagined about his body could cause him this kind of shame. He had a trim build, one which he was normally proud of, yet these girls were gazing back at him like he was a piece of meat, something to be owned and toyed with.

  Lifting his hands, he touched his fingers to the buttons of his shirt, and he slipped to them free, one at a time.

  All around him, the girls hollered and hooted. They laughed and clapped their hands.

  "Mason, I think you can do better than that for us. I think you should put on a little strip show."

  "Oh, yes! That sounds great!"

  Before another three seconds passed, the girls were raising their hands over their heads and chanting, "Strip show! Strip show! Strip show!"

  Mason shook his head, but only for a moment. Julia leaned over, and she gave his ass another hard little smack, just something to show her friends that she really was in charge. Yes, he might hesitate. Yes, he might have had his doubts, but she would ultimately be the one to make all of his decisions.

  He pulled off his shirt; he turned his hips from side to side, wagging his buttocks for them. One of the other college girls got aggressive. She jumped forward, and she squeezed his ass. "That's really nice!" She said.

  All of a sudden, the other girls decided to get just as bold and just as brave. He could feel their palms come down. Yes, his pants provided him some small measure of protection, but he was supposed to be a teacher! He was older than them, so he should have been able to command their respect.

  Oh no, these girls were having too much fun to respect a plaything like Mason.

  Heart pounding, he pulled off his shirt, and then he stripped away his undershirt as well. Bare-chested, he kept dancing, helpless to do anything else.

  "Strip show, strip show, strip show!"

  His eyes locked onto Julia, and she pointed right at his trousers.

  His eyes went wide, and he gave a little shake of his head, desperately pleading with her. Maybe he didn't utter a single syllable, but she understood him well enough.

  "Lose the pants and boxers," she said.

  Obviously, he had to take off his shoes and socks as well, not that any of the girls minded. Each time an article of clothing hit the floor, they hooted and chanted some more, loving the fact that this man was supposed to be there teacher. They were younger than him, smaller too, but that didn't make the slightest difference.

  Somehow, Julia had convinced him to cede all control to her. That was the only fact which mattered.

  He pulled off his pants, and that his boxers followed. He kept dancing, right until the moment when someone pointed and laughed. "What, what is that?"

  "It's a cock lock," Julia said, happy to explain. "You see, my boy here was getting to be a little bit too amorous, so I decided he needed this chastity device to help him out. Now, he isn't allowed to touch himself or orgasm without permission."

  Silence descended on the room. All of these young women glanced at one another, uncertain about what they just learned.

  One girl let a feral grin spread across her lips. "So he can't come, no matter what we do?"

  "Well, I haven't performed any experiments or anything, Julia replied.

  Another girl, this one a blonde, touched her hips. "Well, maybe we should do an experiment."

  Mason really despised the sound of that. Silent because he hadn't been given permission to speak, he shook his head anyway. Of course, his fervent wish to avoid any experiments only made these girls want to perform them that much more.

  "Okay. Since everyone agrees we should experiment on the pet," Julia decided. "Let's see what we can do."

  The blonde got up onto her feet. "So you're sure he can't come with this thing on?"

  Mason had braced himself in front of Julia, but the blonde launched herself up onto her feet. She circled him, a bit like a shark inspecting some p
otential target. She kept her eyes on his bound cock.

  "What do you propose?"

  "Let's tie him up and see how he 'performs'," Julia's friend suggested, flashing the air quotes.

  "No!" Mason couldn't stop himself. Speaking was a mistake, one he made despite his best instincts.

  "Now we have to do it," said the brunette.

  Julia and her remaining friends hopped up, and they grabbed him, dragging him across the room. As if operating by some secret signal, another of Julia's coed friends brought a chair from the dining room and set it in the middle of the room.

  "Seat him," Julia commanded. Her friends obliged, but they didn't just stop there. Stripped of his clothes and self-respect, he could only endure the added indignity of having these young women tie him up.

  They held his hands behind his back. They spread his legs. Another girl came back from the bedroom, and she held Julia's backpack. "It's a good thing I came prepared," said his student with a mocking grin. "Isn't that right, Mason?"

  "I'm going to make you pay for this," he promised.

  "Nope." She didn't bother with anything more. Nothing else needed to be spoken.

  The girls retrieved strips of silk from the backpack. They started to restrain his arms and legs, tying his wrists together. Next, they made sure he couldn't move his legs. After several minutes of checking and rechecking those knots, the girls all stepped back.

  "Okay, Mason. Go ahead and get up," Julia commanded, taunting him.

  Frowning, Mason refused to comply. He wasn't going to play along, especially when the outcome was so painfully obvious. Struggling would just be one more way to highlight her power over him.

  "Struggle. Show us just how strong you are. C'mon, Mason. Be a good teacher and show us all what you can do."

  "Yeah, Professor Stratus! C'mon!" hollered one girl.

  Julia strode up to him, she leaned forward, and then she reached up. He flinched, jerking his head away, only she cupped his jaw in her palm, keeping his eyes aimed up at her. "Struggle for us. Do it or we start taking pictures."

  Pictures?

  His insides turned to ice.

  "That's right. I can take so many pictures and show you off, Mason. I can make sure all of your colleagues, all of your students, see you just like this. How do you think they would react?"

  "I'd tell them you forced me," he growled back at her.

  "Sure you would," Julia teased, every word laced with disdain. "Stop and think about it, Mason. If you went off to your colleagues, what would you say? Would you tell them that some little freshman forced you into a cock lock?"

  He grimaced.

  She was right. He didn't know if he could face the truth, yet it stuck there anyway, right on the edge of his thoughts.

  "That's right. Now show us what you can do."

  He puffed out all of his frustration, and then he gave in to his base instincts. His aggression flared downward into his limbs, and he started to pull. He started to tug, squirm, and yank on those silk restraints.

  The girls cheered him on. "Do it! C'mon! You can do it!" called out one of the girls.

  "Go for it!"

  "Harder! Just a little harder!"

  Their voices rained down on him. He strained against the bonds, grunting and growling. His muscles tightened, relaxed, and clenched again. Within a few heartbeats, his pulse spiked in his chest. Perspiration spread along his skin along with another wave of heat.

  The girls laughed.

  They giggled, clapped, and cheered. Once or twice, he jerked to the left or right, and he caught sight of those girls before him. Yes, they sounded so very supportive, except he noticed the notes of mockery reverberating through everything they did, everything they said.

  Finally, he sagged back down in the chair.

  "What? You don't have anything left?"

  Mason pouted back at his tormentor. Julia was the leader, and she leaned forward, grinning right back at him.

  "At least we know he can't get away."

  "I guess we'll just have to try something else."

  "Who wants to volunteer?"

  Professor Stratus couldn't guess what she meant by this. The blonde raised her hand. "Oh yeah. I think playing with him would be so much fun."

  "Go for it."

  The blonde stepped in front of him. She reached for the buttons along her blouse. Collared and white, her top clung to her curves and contours. With a seductive smile stretched along her lips, she sauntered right up to him. She swayed her hips from side to side.

  Mason tried to look away, only Julia stopped behind him. She touched her palm to his cheek, making sure he stared right where she intended. Like it or not, he couldn't tear his gaze away.

  The beautiful coed started to move her hips to and fro, the soft movements of her body making his blood run faster. "You're a good boy. Yes, you are," she said, reaching down and touching her fingertip to his mouth.

  He tried to say something.

  "Shush."

  Mason didn't have a single word for his defense as this girl climbed onto the chair. She pulled open her blouse, revealing the heave of her breasts.

  As a teacher, Mason always worked so hard to be appropriate with his students. No lingering glances. Never get distracted.

  Now they didn't give him any other options. This gorgeous blonde put her arms around his neck. She touched her fingers to the spot just above his shoulders, and she pressed her torso against his chest. Her nipples hardened, all while the pain of desire seared him from the inside out.

  A growl simmered from the bottom of his throat, yet it didn't make any difference. These girls teased him and taunted him. They mocked him and derided him, all while he fought the restraints. Those silk strips dug down into his wrists and ankles, but the blonde kept going.

  She smiled at him, and then she kissed him. She grazed his mouth with her own and sent bolts of hunger and raw desire coruscating along his flesh. Despite all of his strength and vaunted education, Mason simply couldn't get away. These girls had him trapped.

  "No, no more," he panted, pleading for mercy. The blonde didn't stop kissing him. She pursed her lips to his neck, gently biting down and nipping at his vulnerable flesh.

  Every sensation sparked desire through his body.

  "Come for me," she said, taunting him, teasing him, barely whispering. Normally, Mason would have blown his load right there, only the cock lock kept him helpless and impotent.

  "You can do it!" Whoever called out those words came off like a cheerleader.

  "Come on. Come for me. You can do it. Show me what your man meat can accomplish. Prove you aren't just some stupid teacher," the blonde said, encouraging him and taunting him all at the same time.

  Grunting again, he tried to do it. The tip of his cock became damp with his excitement, and it practically dribbled pre-come. That wasn't good enough for these girls.

  She sucked on his earlobe. She whispered to him. She did everything she could to make him climax, yet none of it worked.

  "I think I have a better idea," Julia said.

  The blonde pulled away, and Mason sagged down, exhausted.

  "Mason, have you ever fantasized about your students making out? Maybe you see a pair of hot girls, and you wonder how it would feel if they started to kiss, or maybe they could start touching each other?"

  Slow, predatory smile spread across several of the girls lips.

  Oh no. Mason desperately wanted to see this. Yes, he fantasized about these hot, wholesome girls going at it. He never imagined he would be in the position to enjoy that kind of image, which was precisely what Julia offered him.

  Julia stood up in front of him, and she motioned for one of her friends to join her. The brunette got up, and she sauntered over toward Julia.

  "Is this what you'd like to see?" Julia asked, turning her attention back toward her friend. Julia put on a coy, almost innocent smile as she leaned outward, kissing her friend. The two girls started to make out, first timidly. But as the
seconds ticked past, they became more confident in their movements.

  Hunger and desperate desire built within Mason until he truly believed he might explode at any moment.

  The two girls kissed passionately, rubbing their bodies together. Their hands explored the curves and contours of their frames, running and sliding all along their tight little bodies. Mason understood perfectly well that there was one way for him to win. If only he could look away, then these young women wouldn't have any power over him. Maybe then, he could relax and allow the lust to dissipate from his body.

  It was a futile thought.

  Right away, it occurred to him that even if he tried to keep his eyes closed, the girls would punish them for being rude. Maybe they would spank him as a group. Or maybe, Julia would hold true to her word, take pictures of him, and disseminate them throughout campus.

  No, he couldn't allow that to happen, so he couldn't look away.

  Second by second, he could feel the yearning build inside his body. Raw desire seemed to pummel him with every beat of his heart, a tattoo rhythm smacking down against his psyche.

  He didn't know how much more he could take.

  They were so beautiful, so incredibly alluring. On some level, they struck him like a natural phenomenon, these two young women, exploring one another's bodies. He loved how Julia ran her fingers through the other girl’s hair. He loved the way that blonde slowly slipped her hand between Julia's legs.

  In the next second, the blonde pulled away, and a stab of disappointment hit Mason, even though he knew he should be grateful for the moment when this came to an end.

  Except the blonde wasn't really done. She started to kiss Julia's neck, flicking her tongue.

  "Should we really give him a show he’ll never forget?" The blonde stared up into Julia's eyes with unmasked desire and passion.

  "What you suggesting?”

  The blonde reached out with trembling fingers, and she started to unbutton Julia's top. Then she reached up for her bra, pulling one of the cups away and exposing her already tightened nipple.

  Mason couldn't believe it. Yes, he fantasized about images like this, only never believed they would really happen. Those had just been mind games, little daydreams to distract him while he had been in line at the grocery store or waiting for something to download.