The Professor Collection by Silvia Violet
Copyright © 2015 by Silvia Violet
SMASHWORDS Edition
Cover art by AJ Corza
Edited by Erika Orrick
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Published in the United States of America.
The Professor Collection is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are fictionalized. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Professor’s Desk
From his position in the departmental office, Jason had a perfect view of Dr. Michaels, the English department chair. The tall, slim redheaded man was seated at the desk in his private office, clicking away on his keyboard. He’d sunk his teeth into his lower lip, a sure sign he was concentrating on whatever he was working on. No sign he’d be leaving soon. That meant there was no chance Jason would be leaving either. He’d been waiting to find himself alone with this man ever since he’d been assigned to the department as a work-study student.
Finally, Jason’s chance had come. It was Friday at—he checked his watch—six PM. He doubted there was anyone else in the building with the exception of a few ancient professors he was convinced lived in their offices. They also rarely left them.
Jason’s gaze lingered on the long pale line of the professor’s throat. He wanted to trace the muscle there with his tongue. He wanted to push the man’s chair back from his desk, kneel between his legs, and give him the hottest Friday night Jason guessed he’d had in a long time. He worked entirely too much.
But workaholic or not, the man was fucking gorgeous, and Jason had good reason to believe he was gay. If the way he stared at Jason when he thought Jason was unaware wasn’t evidence enough, he’d seen Dr. Michaels staring at one of his graduate student’s ass, which showed the professor had good taste. Rob had a damn fine ass and he knew how to wear the right pants to show it off. But what had sealed it for Jason was the butt plug he’d found in Dr. Michaels’s filing cabinet. It was still in its plastic packaging, as if the man hadn’t gotten up the nerve to use it, which wasn’t surprising considering its hefty size. Jason wasn’t afraid of it, though. He loved a thick cock up his ass. He wondered how large Dr. Michaels’s cock was. If things went as planned, he’d be finding out that night.
He’d finished with the copying and filing he was supposed to be doing, but he left a stack of folders on the desk in front of him, biding his time. Finally, after Jason wasted several minutes playing around on his phone, Dr. Michaels stretched and stood, walking over to his office window. “Weren’t you supposed to be done at five thirty?”
Jason glanced at the clock on the wall as if he’d lost track of time. “It’s fine. I don’t mind staying.”
Dr. Michaels gave a dry laugh. “I’m sure you have more exciting things to do tonight.” The professor’s tone implied that he himself didn’t. Jason intended to fix that.
Jason scooped up the files and took them to the cabinet in Dr. Michaels’s office. Please let it still be there. “I’ll just put these away first. So what about you? Do you have plans tonight?”
“Me? No, just working.”
“You’ve been here all day. Surely you should take a break, relax, blow off some steam.” Jason leaned over more than was necessary to work the mechanism of the cabinet. He glanced over his shoulder. Dr. Michaels was watching him—watching his ass to be precise. This was going to be so fun.
Dr. Michaels’s gaze met Jason’s. The professor must have realized he’d been caught staring, because a deep flush crept up his neck. Jason fought the urge to laugh. He fiddled around, pretending to be finding a place for the files. Then he found the butt plug, right where he’d first discovered it. Jason was half-hard already, but the sight of that silicone shaft got his pulse beating so fast he thought he might pass out. Don’t chicken out now. The man was just blatantly staring at your ass. He wants you. And Jason was determined to see what the professor looked like under the expensive dress shirts and well-tailored pants he wore.
Jason’s hand trembled as he reached for the plastic package. Play this right.
“Oh my. What is this doing in here?” He pulled it out and held it up. Don’t blush. Keep your cool.
“Oh. My. God.” Dr. Michaels made a strangled noise of horror. “That… that was a gag gift.”
Jason looked at the plug assessingly. “It sure as hell could gag someone.”
Dr. Michaels coughed like he’d swallowed the wrong way. Jason waited patiently for him to gain control.
“Were you saving it for a special occasion?”
“No.” The professor shook his head frantically. “I should’ve gotten rid of it or at least taken it home.”
“Maybe your subconscious knew better. Maybe you were hoping for an opportunity like this one?”
Dr. Michaels eyes widened. “W-what?”
“May I?” Jason fiddled with the packaging, making sure he gave the message that he intended to open it.
“I don’t think…”
Jason ignored Dr. Michaels’s feeble protest. He grabbed a pair of scissors from a cup on the professor’s desk, then cut into the package and pulled the plug out. Once he’d freed it, he held it by the flange while caressing it with his other hand just like he would a real cock, letting his expression show that he was thinking about what it would feel like inside him. How hot would it be to fuck himself with it while Dr. Michaels watched?
Dr. Michaels shook his head and waved a hand dismissingly at the package. “Have it if you want it. I really wasn’t… We should lock up. It’s late and the department doesn’t have the budget to pay you overtime.”
Jason glanced at the plug and licked his lips before raising his gaze to the older man’s eyes. “I don’t think we need to keep track of the extra hours. I have a feeling work is about to become pleasure.”
“Fuck! I…” The professor reached for the toy, but Jason didn’t release it. Their hands brushed and the heat raced up Jason’s arm.
“I could test if for you. I’d even let you watch.”
Dr. Michaels gasped and Jason saw a flash of desire in his eyes, but the professor took a step back. “Jason… I don’t think.”
“This isn’t about thinking. This is about getting off. You work too much, and so do I. We need to have some fun.”
“This is a terrible idea.”
“Maybe,” Jason conceded. “But I’ve spent my life making good choices. I don’t want to make one now. Do you?”
The professor shook his head. “No. I don’t.”
“Then let me show you just how much fun this little toy can be.”
“Here?” The word came out at a much higher pitch than Dr. Michaels’s usual low, calm voice.
Jason grinned. “Wouldn’t that make it hotter?”
“Holy fuck, this is stupid.”
“Possibly, but it’s my favorite kind of stupid. Is there anyone around? Does anyone bother you when you work late?”
The professor shook his head. “The janitors come by early in the morning. No one’s here now. But that doesn’t…”
Jason pulled his T-shirt over his head and groaned lasciviously. “That’s better. It was getting hot in here.” Considering they kept the A/C set on deep freeze, that was saying something.
Dr. Michaels loosened his tie. “Um… Look, I…”
“Really want this? Right? If I’ve read you wrong, tell me and I’ll go.”
“You aren’t wrong, but just because I want something—”
“You’re saying you’re good for me?” Dr. Michaels asked.
Jason flashed him a cheeky grin. “Oh, yes, very good. Sit down, relax, and see if you don’t think so.” He studied the plug for a few seconds. “I don’t suppose you’ve got any lube here? I brought a little packet, but I don’t think that’s going to be enough.”
“Um…” The professor walked back to his desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a bottle of lotion.
When Jason reached for it, Dr. Michaels didn’t hand it over right away. “There’s no turning back once I give you this, is there?”
Jason licked his lips deliberately. “The time for turning back was long ago.”
“Fuck.” He handed the bottle to Jason.
Jason inclined his head toward the office door and the professor walked over—rather quickly, Jason noted—and locked it.
“Much better.” Jason undid his shorts and pushed them and his boxers to the floor, angling himself so his ass faced Dr. Michaels.
The professor sucked in a breath. “Holy shit!”
Jason looked over his shoulder and grinned. “Like what you see?”
“Far more than I should.”
“And why shouldn’t you like my ass?”
“Because…”
The words stopped as Jason bent over farther, grabbing his ass and spreading. Good thing Dr. Michaels obviously kept himself in shape. Otherwise, Jason might give him a heart attack.
When Jason finished toeing off his shoes and kicking off his shorts, he grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers. The plug was thick enough that despite his impatience to start the promised demonstration, he needed to open himself up first.
“Don’t you think you’d enjoy the show more if you sat down?” Jason asked.
He watched the movement of Dr. Michaels’s Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard. Even the man’s throat was sexy. Jason would give it some attention later. First he had to lure Dr. Michaels in further. He couldn’t risk the man making a run for it, which from the way he was nervously clasping and unclasping his hands still seemed like a possibility.
“Go on.” Jason gestured toward the desk. “Have a seat.”
Dr. Michaels perched on the edge of his desk rather than walking around to his chair.
Jason grabbed a chair and propped his foot on it. Dr. Michaels watched his every move, face flushed, lips moist. Jason couldn’t wait to see the professor’s reaction once he started stuffing his ass.
Jason reached his slick fingers between his legs, leaning forward just a little, bracing himself on the back of the chair with his other hand, while making sure Dr. Michaels could see his fingers as he pushed them into his ass. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the sensation. God, he loved having something in his ass and he hoped the professor’s fat cock was going to be in there before this night was over. He moaned dramatically, betting the professor wanted to hear him.
“More.” Dr. Michaels spoke for the first time since he’d tacitly agreed to the scenario, his voice low, gruff.
Jason didn’t obey at first. He simply slid his fingers in and out, fucking himself. After a few more seconds, during which he was certain he could feel the professor’s tension pressing against him, he opened his eyes. “You ready to see me play with your toy?”
“I really didn’t buy the damn thing.”
“Well, I’m going to make sure you’re glad someone did.”
Dr. Michaels finally smiled. “I think you are.” He gestured toward the plug. “So get on with it.”
“You don’t really want to rush me; anticipation is so sweet.”
Dr. Michaels raised a brow, giving Jason a look that he was sure made students quake in their boots. But Jason wasn’t wearing boots or pants and he had every intention of making Dr. Michaels quake from nothing other than watching.
He picked up the plug and covered it with a condom he extracted from his pants—he’d wanted to be prepared in case his plan worked. Then he squirted lube on the tip, swirled it around with his fingers, and slowly ran them up and down the sides of the silicone cock, drawing out the process.
“Fuck.” The word seemed to be forced from Dr. Michaels against his will.
“So impatient. You’re a man who’s used to getting what he wants, aren’t you?”
Dr. Michaels glared at him.
“You want to see me take this whole plug in my ass?” Jason caressed the shaft like he was jacking it off.
The professor growled. “You know I do.”
“Good! Because I’m tired of waiting too.” Jason wasn’t sure his cock had ever been so hard. It begged for some attention, but he wasn’t going to touch himself until he had the plug deep in his ass. Then he would stroke his cock and let Dr. Michaels imagine his own hand there, working Jason to a frenzy, bringing him off.
He turned so his ass faced Dr. Michaels, and the professor sucked in his breath. Jason grinned as he braced himself on the seat of the chair and used his other hand to grip the plug as he ran it along the crack of his ass. He teased himself with it, brushing it over his hole. Dr. Michaels sat rigid. Jason wasn’t even sure he was breathing.
“Do you think I can take it all?” he asked.
“I don’t know, can you?” The professor used the cool, superior tone he used with both students and colleagues, but Jason could see the tension in his jaw and the way he kept his hands fisted, not to mention the thick bulge in his pants.
“Oh, I can. Every inch. And you’re going to sit right there and watch me do it.”
Dr. Michaels raised a single brow. “And then?’
“And then we’re going to find out what else you like.”
“Are you sure you can handle that?”
Jason bit back a groan. “Fuck, yes.”
“We’ll see.”
Jason grinned. Was the professor playing him or did he have some kinky fantasy he wanted to act out with Jason? Either way, Jason didn’t care. He’d try just about anything once.
He pushed the tip of the plug into his hole and gasped. Fuck that felt good.
“More,” the professor demanded. “I’m not going to wait all night.”
“Really? You think you could walk away now?”
Dr. Michaels snorted. “You really need some discipline.”
Holy fuck! “You gonna give it to me?”
“We’ll see. Right now you’re going to fuck yourself and quit teasing me.”
“Or what?”
Dr. Michaels simply glared at him. He really must not be used to being challenged. Did he think he could scare Jason off? That would never work. He wanted the man so much his desire made him fearless—and possibly stupid, but so far, things were working out okay.
He pushed the silicone shaft in farther, then twisted it, groaning as he did so. Dr. Michaels’s eyes widened and he flexed his hands against his thighs.
“You gonna make me?” Jason asked. “You gonna come over here and shove it in all the way? Or are you going to sit right there and wait because you know it will be your dick in my ass next?”
“You’re a little shit, you know that?”
“I do. But you want me.” He pushed the plug in farther. The widest part fucking hurt, but he wasn’t about to stop. He slid it in and out, giving himself time to adjust to the burn before taking the last bit.
His cock and balls swayed heavily between his legs. He reached for his cock, needing that friction as a counterpoint to the burning stretch in his ass.
“Yes,” Dr. Michaels said. “Jack yourself off while you work your ass, but do not come.”
“You expect me to take orders?” Jason gave him a mock glare.
“Yes. I do.”
Jason chuckled. He did as Dr. Michaels said, but only because he wanted to and because it would drive the man crazy.
He slid his hands slowly up and down his shaft, not gripping as hard as he usually did. If he didn’t hold back, he might not be able to stop himself from coming.
The knowledge that Dr. Michaels was watching combined with the feel of the thick silicone dick in his ass was enough to have him close to the edge already.
He worked the plug with one hand and his cock with the other, keeping them in rhythm, and then he pushed the fake cock in all the way until his ass closed around the narrow point above the flange. Holy fuck, it burned but it made him want more, made him crazy. He’d planned to wear it while he sucked off the professor, but now he wasn’t sure he’d survive that.
He let his head hang for a few seconds while he squeezed the base of his dick, trying to pull himself back.
“Decided you can’t take it after all?” Dr. Michaels asked.
“Hell, no.”
“Then get over here,” the professor demanded.
You can do this. You started it. You’re not going to stop now. The last thing he would do was let Dr. Michaels think he couldn’t handle this: the plug, fucking an older, experienced man, any of it. Hell no. He’d be just fine.
He stood and walked the few steps to bring him within touching distance of Dr. Michaels.
They stared at each other. Jason loved the challenge in Dr. Michaels’s eyes, but that wasn’t all he saw. The man was worried, probably afraid they’d get caught, maybe afraid a young man like Jason would find him lacking. Whatever it was, it softened him a little, made him more real and even sexier.
Without dropping his gaze from Dr. Michaels’s, Jason sank to his knees, thankful the department chair’s office rated thick carpeting rather than institutional tile. A flash of heat in Dr. Michaels’s eyes told him this was just what the man wanted. He reached for the professor’s belt and unbuckled it by feel.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see your cock?” Jason asked.
“Since the first day you sashayed in here, trying to draw attention to yourself.”
Jason bristled. He didn’t like Dr. Michaels reading him that easily. “Maybe.”
The man snorted.
Jason narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to make you beg, you know that.”
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