Dr Ferguson Dominates Mason

I had been asked to give two guest lectures for a colleague at a nearby junior college while he was tending to family business in another state. The class was respectful and attentive, and I enjoyed the chance to do something outside my routine.

It was during my last lecture that I noticed the cute brown-eyed kid on the front row staring at my crotch as I lectured. He seemed to be away in some kind of dream world. But his eyes were definitely fixated on my crotch.

"Mason," no response. "Mason," I addressed him again. Still no answer. Then the rest of the students began to giggle and snigger. "Mason," I called, this time a bit sterner.

He finally snapped out of it and responded, "What...sorry, uh, Dr. Ferguson."

I took a few steps closer and stood directly in front of him.

"Are you okay, Mason? I asked you a question."

I don't think anyone else had noticed, but the bugle in my pants had definitely grown. I was wearing pretty tightly fitting khakis that subtly outlined the length of my cock.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Ferguson, I just zoned out for a few seconds."

"That's all right," I answered, "it happens."

Class ended without further incident. I got myself a cup of coffee and a snack in the Commons area and sat down to have a break and organize my calendar before the 20 minute drive back to my apartment. I was lost in my own world, much like Mason had been, when I heard a timid voice saying, "Um, Dr. Ferguson"?

I looked up to see Mason standing next to my table, looking quite sheepish.

"Hi, Mason. What can I do for you"?

"I, um, wanted to say sorry for zoning out in class. I don't know what I was thinking. Anyway...um, I hope you...you can accept my apology. I liked your lectures."

I pushed my chair back a bit to give Mason a better view of my crotch and gazed at him. He was a handsome 22-year old. He had thick dark hair styled upward in spikes, straight nose, dark eyes with long lashes, sideburns that trailed away into a scruffy beard. He stood about 5' 8", was maybe 155. His dress style leaned toward college preppy, a light blue corduroy shirt under a brown knit sweater vest, window pane brown dress pants, roundish dark-brown rimmed glasses, lace-up leather boots, and a dark leather messenger bag slung over one shoulder. The bag rested on his hip, drawing attention to his nice bubble butt. He looked tousled, sort of shabby-preppy-chic. Otterish. Just my type.

"Well, Mason, sure, I accept your apology," I responded, "But as you know, participation is an important component in classes like this. I couldn't get you to answer my question this evening."

Mason stared at me shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

"Um, I know. That's why I wanted to talk to you. I'm sorry for not paying attention. Something distracted me and I zoned out. I didn't even hear you calling my name. I'll do anything you ask. Anything. Is there anything I can do to make up for being disrespectful?" Mason sputtered.

I paused for a moment. He was a bright kid. Cute. He probably deserves another chance, I thought. I got the sense that he was interested in something more than the class material, since his eyes stayed fixated on my tight bulge and he reached down to adjust himself a couple of times as we talked.

"I tell you what, Mason, I'll give you a break."

"Thank, you, Sir," Mason responded.

"Do you have wheels, Mason?"

"Yes, Sir, I do, Sir."

He seemed genuinely eager. I grabbed a piece of paper, wrote down my address.

"Here's my address. Be there tomorrow evening at 7:00pm, and we'll discuss your behavior in class. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yessir," Mason responded, almost jubilantly. "Thank you, Sir, I really appreciate it, Sir. I'll be there tomorrow at 7:00."

My schedule the next day was filled with classes and stupefyingly boring meetings. I knew I'd be stressed and pretty bushed by the time I made it home. But that was part of my plan for Mason. Mason was like an eager little puppy seeking ways to please his master. I'd been feeling the urge to explore my dominant side, fantasizing about having a sexy younger man submit to me and carry out my wishes. This seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I arrived home from the university with just enough time to prepare for Mason. I built a fire in the fireplace and put on some light jazz. Then I poured myself a whiskey, neat. I smiled for a moment, recalling my encounter with Magnus and Ian in Scotland! Then I sat in my favorite leather chair, tried to relax, and planned my strategy. At two minutes past 7:00, the doorbell rang. I answered the door to find Mason standing there, nervously shifting again, messenger bag, vest, tie, and a jacket.

"Come on in, Mason," I invited.

"Yessir, thank you, Sir," Mason replied stepping into my foyer.

I got right to the point. "So, Mason, you said you would do anything to make up for your lack-luster performance in class yesterday," I began.

"Yessir, anything. I really mean it," Mason answered.

"All right then," I said, slipping the strap of his messenger bag from his shoulder and placing it on the floor near the door. "The first thing I need you to do is strip your clothes off."

Mason stared again, just like in class the night before.

"Mason, did you hear me?"

"Yesssir," he stammered. "You want me to strip? Is that what you said?" he asked plaintively.

"That's right. Get to it"....pause..."Now, Mason," I responded, a little more sternly.

"Okay, Sir, I'm, I'm sorry, Sir," Mason sputtered.

He bent down, unlaced his boots and kicked them off. He pulled off his jacket and sweater vest, folded them neatly and laid them on a nearby chair. Then he pulled his shirttail out of his pants and began loosening his tie.

"Leave the tie on," I ordered.

He continued unbuttoning his shirt. As he did so, I could glimpse the dark hair covering his chest, and as he unbuttoned further, I could see his dark pelt spread out over his stomach. He was working much too slowly, so I reached over, grabbed the shirt and pulled it open, popping off the remaining buttons. Mason stared at me amazed.

The shirt off, Mason began to unbuckle his belt. Somehow his nervousness made him fumble, so he was having difficulty getting his belt buckle to cooperate.

"I'm waiting, Mason," I snarled.

I wasn't angry at all, I just wanted to wind him up, make him understand that I was calling the shots. Finally, the belt was open, and Mason quickly unzipped and slipped his pants off, hopping on one-leg, trying to keep his balance. Now he stood in front of me in his socks and plaid boxer shorts.

"Socks and underwear too, Mason" I ordered.

"Yessir, I'm sorry, Sir," Mason muttered.

Mason finally stood in front of me, hands cupped over his crotch, completely naked. The thin red tie trailed across his hairy chest down toward his crotch. So hot! I paused to take in the view. He was a good-looking, sexy lad.

"Hands at your sides, Mason," I ordered.

"Yessir, I'm sorry, Sir," Mason replied, and moved his hands as requested.

He stared straight ahead, not making eye-contact with me. I let him wait in silence while I examined his package. He had a thick untrimmed bush surrounding a thick uncut dick, about 5.5" limp, between thighs covered in dark hair which extended down to his ankles then sprouted again over the tops of his sized-9 feet and his nicely shaped and well-manicured toes.

I removed Mason's glasses and set them aside, then reached in my pants pocket and took out the blindfold I had stashed there earlier.

"Turn around, Mason," I commanded.

Mason turned and I slipped the blindfold over his head.

"What's this?" Mason asked.

"Don't ask questions," I snapped.

"Yessir, I'm sorry, Sir," Mason replied.

I removed a leather collar and leash from the hook by the door.

"Now, you're going to obey every command, right Mason?" I asked, looping the collar around Mason's neck and buckling it.

"Ye... yessir," Mason stuttered, "Wha... whatever you say, Sir."

"There's a good boy," I praised him, "correct answer."

I then connected the leash to the collar. Mason had a nice, lean body, not heavily muscled but well-toned. Staring at him from behind, I took note of his well-shaped calves and nicely formed thighs, and his awesome butt.

"Down on all fours, Mason," I ordered.

Mason willingly obliged. I then led him by the leash back toward my chair.

I sat down and positioned Mason between my knees. I had never done this before, so I was improvising, thinking of my next move as I went along.

"It's been a long day, Mason," I began. "And I'm pretty wacked. I need you to help me relax. Do you think you can do that?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir, absolutely. What do you need me to do?"

I pulled him by the leash closer to my crotch.

"When I've had a long day at work, you know what I like, Mason?" I quizzed.

"No sir," he replied.

"I like a nice blowjob. Can you do that for me, Mason?" I asked.

I tugged on the leash. Mason quickly reached up to my belt. I slapped his hand away.

"Not so fast. Take it slow," I ordered.

I grabbed Mason's hair and thrust his head down toward my crotch. Mason instinctively began rubbing his face in my crotch. My stiffening cock was beginning to stretch the thin fabric of my dress pants. Mason pressed his nose against my bulge and began tracing the outline of my cock. I tugged on the leash directing him from left to right.

"That's right, Mason, make it feel good. Now kiss it," I ordered.

Mason gently kissed the tip of my cock pressing against my pants. After a few kisses, he began to gently suck my cockhead through the fabric.

"That's good. Now, I need you to remove my shoes, Mason," I ordered.

Mason knelt between my legs, resting his buttocks on his heels. As he lifted my right foot and started to slip off my loafer, I stopped him.

"Lick it first, Mason," I ordered.

Mason looked up at me and gulped, "Lick it, Sir?" he asked.

"That's right. Lick it," I replied sternly.

I put my foot back on the floor, and Mason leaned over and began licking the top of my loafer.

"That's right, Mason, now the sides." Mason continued licking. I could hear him breathing hard.

"Now the other one," I commanded.

Mason shifted his attention to the other shoe. I leaned over to catch a glimpse. He was diligently licking in broad strokes across the top of my left loafer. I let him continue for another minute.

"That's good, now you may remove my shoes," I ordered.

Mason slipped off each loafer, then brought both my feet together, pressed his face into them, and inhaled deeply. I hadn't even given him the order to do that. He then began sucking my toes through my socks, which was when my dick started to rise and press against my pants.

"That's good, Mason, you're helping me relax. Now remove my socks," I commanded.

Mason removed my socks, then began sucking on my toes. Wow, I was impressed. It felt great, but I wanted to move on to other things.

"That's enough, Mason. I need you to give my shoulders a rub. I'm really tense."

With the leash, I guided Mason into position behind my chair.

"Stand up, Mason," I ordered "and massage my shoulders and neck."

Mason seemed to know what he was doing because the shoulder rub felt great and I was actually enjoying it. I then reached back over the chair and found Mason's tie. I grabbed it and pulled him down over my shoulder until his face was next to mine. I pulled him closer and kissed him. I could feel Mason relax into the kiss and begin kissing me back. I released him and brought his hands to the buttons of my shirt. Mason instinctively knew what I wanted and began to unbutton my shirt. With the top three buttons open, he leaned over further, thrust his hands under my shirt and began massaging my pecs, tweaking my nipples as his hands worked their magic.

I grabbed Mason by the tie again and pulled him around to stand in front of me.

"Kneel," I ordered. Mason obeyed. "I have some tension in my cock, Mason. Can you take care of it?"

Mason nodded. He leaned over and placed his face in my crotch, while I finished unbuttoning my shirt. Mason rubbed his face over my crotch, pressing his nose into the crevasses between my nuts and my thighs, then followed the outline of my cock from the tip up the shaft up to my groin. He kissed the tip of my cock through my pants, then began sucking gently. As my pants were getting wetter, Mason reached up and unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and slowly slid the zipper down. I was enthralled, watching this sexy boy do his work with such care and gentleness. My pants unzipped, Mason began tugging my pants. I lifted myself from the chair slightly, and he slid my pants down to my ankles.

My cock was stiffening, causing my boxers to tent. Mason leaned forward and began gently kissing my stomach above the waistband of my boxers. This is one of my sensitive areas, and his kisses caused me to shudder. Mason tugged on my shorts and slid my boxers down. My cock bounced upward and smacked my stomach with a thud. Mason gently kissed my mushroom head and licked down the length of my shaft. Reaching my nuts, he licked my sack, gently biting the loose skin of my scrotum. He then sucked each nut into his mouth, tugging it with his lips. This made my cock even harder, and I could see drops of precum oozing from the tip.

Then Mason really took me by surprise. He took his thin tie and wound it around my cock and nuts like a cock ring. He pulled it just tight enough and held it, so that my cock became even more turgid and thicker. He pulled it downward and licked the precum from my slit. Then he swallowed my cock. This boy had done this before! He worked his tongue and his mouth up and down my shaft, still holding his tie around my cock. I was in ecstasy. My moans gave Mason encouragement. I grabbed Mason's thick hair and pulled his head down further over my cock and fucked his face. After a minute or so, I held him down until he sputtered. I released his head and leaned over and kissed him, thrusting my tongue past his lips as far as I could. Not wanting to blow my load just yet, I moved to the next step in my plan.

"Is this what you were thinking about in class, Mason," I demanded, "when I caught you staring at my crotch?"

Mason looked at me, his beautiful full lips covered in slobber. "Yes, Dr. Ferguson. I wanted to see your cock. I wanted to know how big it was. How thick. And how it would smell and taste," Mason whined.

"Well, are you happy now, that you know?" I asked.

"Definitely, Dr. Ferguson. Your cock is amazing. I hope I am doing things right," Mason answered.

I reached down and removed the blindfold. Mason squinted, getting used to the light.

"No worries, Mason," I answered, "it appears you have skills. Skills I hadn't counted on. Now, see the coffee table to your left? See the red box?" I asked.

"Yessir, Dr. Ferguson," Mason answered.

"Hand it to me," I commanded. Mason obliged and handed me the red box. I opened the long narrow box and removed the 9-inch tapered glass dildo.

"You know what this is, Mason?" I asked.

"Um, yessir, Dr. Ferguson," Mason replied.

"Tell me what you want me to do with it," I ordered.

"I want you to put it in my ass, Dr. Ferguson," Mason answered.

"You sure that's what you want, boy?" I asked.

"Yessirr," he answered.

"Okay, Mason," I continued, "turn and face the opposite wall," I commanded. Mason complied. "Now, step back closer to me." Mason did as ordered. "Now crouch down," I ordered. Mason did so. I reached down and grabbed both legs and lifted them up over my lap. Mason back-walked on his hands as I lifted his legs. I supported him with my hands under each hip, giving me a clear view of his firm, perfect ass, his large nutsack and cock dangling between his thighs. The dark fur spread out from his nuts up over his bulbous, prominent perineum, and darkened and thickened as it covered his hole, then spread out more thinly over his buttocks. His hot ass now only inches from my face, I leaned in and rimmed his ass for a few seconds, circling his hole lightly with my tongue then probing into his tight orifice. Mason moaned which only encouraged me.

I lowered his hips down to my lap, spreading his legs to either side of me, placing him into the wheelbarrow position. Mason rested on his elbows on the floor. His ass now right across my lap, I massaged his furry ass cheeks, then pulled them apart to inspect his tight little hole. It appeared virgin and pink, encircled by a ring of short dark hair. I leaned over and spat on his hole. Then I gently massaged his hole with the thumb of my right hand. With my left hand I smacked his left butt cheek hard. Mason let out a surprised whimper.

"You have a hot hole, Mason," I whispered.

"Thank you, Dr. Ferguson," Mason whined.

"And it's mine for the evening," I declared, "isn't that right, Mason?"

Mason managed to utter a timid "Yessir, Dr. Ferguson."

"Yes what, Mason," I demanded.

"Yes, my hole...is... you...yours, for the evening," he stammered.

I smacked him again. This time harder. Mason bucked and moaned.

That last slap had left a nice red handprint on Mason's butt. I spat on his hole again, then thrust my thumb into his hole up to my second knuckle. I could feel Mason's sphincter tighten then relax around my thumb. I worked my thumb in and out slowly, as Mason moaned and whimpered.

I removed my thumb from Mason's hole. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the end table next to me and lubed up the glass dildo. I had recently acquired the dildo, having lived for a while with the fantasy of what was now before me. The naked fuzzy ass of a submissive otter boy, who wanted nothing more than to please his dom. The dildo was heavy with a bulbous tip that tapered more thinly to the handle. Perfect for working a hot boy's hole.

Mason moaned softly, as I rubbed the tip of the dildo over his hole.

"You like that, Mason?" I asked.

"Yessir, Dr. Ferguson, I like it," he answered.

I pressed the tip of the dildo into Mason's hole and gave it a quarter turn first clockwise then counter-clockwise at the same time pulling it out almost to the tip. I repeated this motion with the dildo several times. Mason moaned even louder.

"That's right, Mason, let me know how much you like it," I ordered. I reached under him, grabbed his nuts and cock and stretched them back to a position lying over my crotch. Mason's cock was thickening, his precum beading up at his cock slit. I continued to slide the dildo further into his hole, leaving it to rest a few moments after each inch, allowing him to get used to it. After several minutes, I had the dildo buried completely in Mason's hole, only the end knob sticking out. Mason started squirming, moving his ass from side to side, and humping his crotch against mine. His cock, now stretched under him and up over my stomach, extended to its full eight inches, his foreskin pulled back tightly.

The dildo was now lodged firmly, deep in Mason's furry anus. I pulled open the drawer in the end table and took out the 16-inch leather paddle I had recently acquired. Using the paddle, I wacked Mason's ass, alternating between the left and right cheeks in turns. After five or six strokes, Mason's ass glowed a bright pink. I could hear him moaning and whimpering softly.

"Are you going to show your professors more respect now, Mason?" I questioned.

Mason mumbled a reply. I smacked his ass again.

"I didn't hear you, Mason," I barked.

"Ye...Yesssssirrr," Mason whimpered. I swatted him again.

"Say that again, Mason," I snarled, "how are you going to behave in class, Mason"?

"I'll... I'll list...listen, and... and answer when called on," Mason sputtered.

"That's a good, boy. That's what I want to hear," I answered.

I worked the dildo slowly in and out of Mason's quivering hole for several minutes, then slowly pulled it out and set it aside. His pink hole glistened from the lube and throbbed and twitched, gaping slightly. I helped Mason to his feet.