Enslaved Professors

I have known Louis many years, long enough to win his trust. Like myself he's a fag to one or more dominant students, and enjoys obeying their wishes and begging for their abuse. More than enjoy: because as slaves to young alphas, we both have deep-seated need and compulsion to serve, submit, and crave humiliation at their hands. It's a special kind of pedagogical ecstasy for a professor to lick his student's boots or bend over on his desk and beg for mercy as the student fucks him. We both knew how to recognize alpha students and invited them to our office, engaging them in conversations that quickly became intimate and bold. Once they understood the implications, they took advantage of the opportunity offered and began to control, verbally abuse, ultimately fucked, used, and owned their professors. When they graduated other dominant cocks took over. Now Louis is the exclusive property of one particular student master, just as I was.

I remember my first alpha student some years ago, a green-eyed, lanky basketball player struggling to pass, who said "professor, what are you doing?" in a flustered voice when I rubbed his crotch. I knew he was ready because I could feel a rather large cock getting hard and his breathing quickened, and then he undid his belt and dropped his pants. My lips immediately wrapped themselves around his hard dick. "Holy fuck, professor, he moaned, does this mean I pass the course?" The second time he barged into my office, locked the door behind him and commanded: "get on your fucking knees, faggot, and suck my cock."

I had no choice but to obey, knelt, and first licked the swollen head of his dick with my tongue, lapping up the pre-cum. Then, just as he grabbed my head and began thrust in my mouth, I also began sucking in the huge alpha cock, feeling it slide over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. "Oh, man, suck it, bitch, just fucking suck it," he groaned. Which I did, and was rewarded soon after with a throat full of pure alpha cream. It gurgled up from my throat and spilled out between my lips even as his cock remained in my mouth. He stood there, legs apart, hands on my head, for several minutes as if lost in a dream. "You're my bitch now," professor, he said. And I guess I was, for he dominated me for two years until he left the college. And, yes, he passed the course with an A.

A combination of looks, verbal innuendoes, meetings in the office, personal conversations that veered towards sex, the techniques varied a bit, but the end result for both of us was a cock in the mouth, a boot to lick, and a hot alpha student to worship and obey and reward with top marks. Of course, we broke professional boundaries, but college life included sex games of all sorts. Even though the administration knew about it, the academic deans kept silent. As long as students involved were of legal age and consented, we all avoided hassles and fucked discreetly. Besides, two of the deans and the college president were alphas themselves and had collared and fucked more than one submissive student or teacher in the past. The college enjoyed an underground reputation as an ideal campus for young alphas in the making and fags who worshiped them. Unfortunately, it's been closed down for a few years because the fucking became too scandalous to survive public scrutiny.

During our own friendship, I had acquired a dominant attitude towards Louis myself, and he seemed happy to do as I wanted. Although he sucked my dick a few times, he enjoyed it more when I pissed on his suit in the parking lot after a college event in the evening. He loved the humiliation of it all, and so did I. In the end, I preferred dominant alpha students to a submissive teacher, although it was great fun pissing on his face and suit.

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Eventually, I had been overwhelmed and enslaved by an aggressive and dominant student, a rough and hefty jock who had no hesitation to slap me down if I didn't please him. Slap me up and down and just fucking slap me senseless if I didn't behave. He could get me on my knees in my office to service his thick and long cock. He didn't have to use words, just point to the floor, and I instantly obeyed. He unzippered and liberated his thick long piece of fag joy and I greedily gobbled the hot meat down my throat. He liked to grab a hank of my hair and pull so hard that tears spurted out of my eyes as I gobbled his cock which he shoved past my gag reflex. I could feel each pulse of his cock veins and flesh as he shot his heavy creamy load down my throat. I often went to his place off campus to clean it and, completely naked as ordered, wait for him to come home and fuck the shit out of me.

For a time, Louis was regularly fucked by the rough janitor, famous for having raped the dean in his office and turned him into a begging bitch, so the story went. The other Dom was an Arab exchange student and proud owner of a huge, curved cock who had a reputation for plowing ass so hard it made his bitches swoon. My friend like to serve them both at the same time: one down his throat, and the other shredding his fag cunt. The Arab student like to shove the curve of his dick slide up his fag's anal canal and feel it press against the prostate and make the bitch squirm in pain and pleasure.

I hadn't seen Louis for a while as we moved in different path after the college closed. Besides, I was preoccupied with my alpha student's cock. But Louis knows he can trust me and I can trust him, but I have never told him anything about my own enslavement. He doesn't know, for example, anything about Francesco, my alpha student master who likes to empty his balls in my mouth or piss down my throat or make me suck on his huge cock in his car as he drives along the highway, sometimes going to a truck stop, wanting big truckers to see his fag at work. Francesco gets straight A's without doing the work. I love him, and he has promised to collar and keep me permanently. His ownership of me has extended beyond the college. I would do anything for Master Francesco and want him to do anything he desires to me, his slave professor.

Louis and I had dinner one night before the college closed because he wanted to share his feelings with me. He was and is very upset because his alpha student master in a fit of anger told him to fuck off. The student, now a graduate student in university, was disgusted and wouldn't keep him as his bitch anymore. I never seen Louis so distressed. He had been assisting and serving his dominant student for a few years, from the second week of college to graduation three years later, and the student even gave the teacher a chain with inscribed dog tag as a sign of ownership and trust. Louis had sworn fidelity and service, and promised to put no other alpha before his student master. He was proud of wearing the chain and inscribed tag, even after the student began working in a law office. But Louis made the mistake of sucking off another student who coincidentally knew his master and told him about their session together. The young master was furious, smacked Louis hard at their last meeting, pissed over his head, left in a rage, and refused to answer the teacher's calls.

That was a while ago. They made up and Louis began serving again, but then (what a fucking jackass he can be), he'd made a dreadful mistake and broke his promise, so he wants sympathetic company and advice. The student master won't answer his emails. What was the terrible thing he did? Despite his promise of exclusive obedience, he dared to serve another alpha without his owner's permission, a violation if there ever was one. Why? He was tempted by the new guy's muscles and the student promised to pose for Louis for a muscle worship session.

It was in his apartment where the student stripped, strutted, and the professor caressed his biceps, pecs, legs, and sucked his big dick. And for added measure stuck his tongue up the student's ass and probed and licked as if his life depended on it. He always enjoyed eyeing and caressing biceps and pecs and quadriceps, his tongue hanging out, and the new student was a bodybuilder. He's giving the student a high mark. How could he resist?

Unfortunately Jag, the name of Louis's master, found out. Jag was so angry that he tore the chain off Louis's neck when they last met: a silver chain with an engraved dog tag that said Property of Jag, a distinct honour to receive and wear. When an alpha gives a sub a chain, real or metaphorical, it clearly means ownership and the Alpha has every right to expect fidelity and trust, especially after forgiving his bitch last time. Despite his betrayal and lapses in proper behaviour, the teacher so dearly wants to remain Jag's bitch and to serve him even though he is no longer in the college, and begs for forgiveness and promises never to take another student's cock in his mouth without Master Jag's permission.

I met up with him again and, fuck, he practically cried his misery. He feels so lonely and abandoned. I asked if the muscle worship was worth the trouble. He had licked the student's biceps and thighs and kissed his ass and caressed his legs and ultimately sucked his cock until the student nutted in his mouth. But no, it was wrong, he realized. He had been foolish, an old an tempted by young muscle, as if Master Jag didn't have a splendid physique. He wants me to speak personally to Jag to try to make things better so they can begin again in perfect in amity, the proper order restored. I don't like that idea because I have met Jag and know he'd try to dominate me as well; I know that for a fact. Jag even joked one day that he'd like to see me lick his boots. And he's so fucking sexy in his boots: all kinds of lickable, fag-baiting boots. My tongue hangs out and I pant like a dog just thinking of them.

If any student alpha bull declared he wanted me as his private property and offered a chain, real or symbolic as in a private declaration of ownership, then I would tell him to speak to my own Master. I would obey whatever Master Francesco commanded. If my Master either agreed to lend me or give me up, and I accepted the new alpha's chain, I would keep faith and tell him everything and ask permission when required. But my Master is a jealous god whose chain I proudly wear around my neck, and he can't abide the thought of my even thinking of another cock without his permission. So, I advised Louis that he should write Master Jag humbly and beg for mercy and forgiveness. He should also state that he deserves punishment and humiliation. He'd do anything, crawl to his boots, put his head in a toilet bowl, eat his ass out, anything to be allowed the great privilege of sucking Jag's dick again like a good slave. He should shackle you to a wall, I said to Louis, and flog the shit out of you and then cage your little dick for good.

It is a terrible thing for a sub to betray/disobey his alpha owner. Louis must agree to do whatever Jag says as a sign of his need and willingness to please his student owner. He must also beg for a new chain and dog tag, which he himself must buy according to whatever style his student owner wishes, and he must have it inscribed with whatever words Jag wants. Louis must also help Jag in whatever way Jag wants, even clean his apartment, even present himself as a private urinal, if Jag wishes to piss on him, or open his wallet freely, if Jag wants him to buy something. Swearing fidelity, he must never submit to another alpha without Jag's approval and knowledge.

Of course, a master can have more than one fag to abuse and use, as many as he can handle. I have known student masters who owned two or three teachers, including a principal. My Master Francesco fucks whatever bitch he wants. But a slave can only belong to one master, and must receive permission from his master to serve others, which happens when Master wants to share his fag with friends. It would be a good idea if he didn't even ask to do such a thing, just devote himself to his student master like a good submissive bitch. Louis realizes that Master Jag is his last chance. Given his age, he will soon become obsolete and no will want to use him.

Contrition, sincerity and obedience and fidelity. If he did all that, I'm sure alpha Jag would forgive and collar Louis once again and keep him as his private property. That is the submissive teacher's deepest need and source of joy and purpose in life: to be enslaved, to obey and worship, to be owned and fucked by an alpha student. But no, I said I wouldn't personally see Jag, who is one hot looking stud and who just might try to make me his collared bitch, even though he knows I am owned. My fag dick stirs at the very sight of Master Jag. Master Francesco would beat the shit out of me if he knew I was even tempted to submit to another master. Maybe I should confess and see what happens. I crave and love Master Francesco, I really do. He is my purpose in life.