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Give the Student What He Wants Ch. 04

There was no way I could move on Wednesday let alone teach so I called in and cancelled my classes. (I could hear the disappointed moans all the way from campus.) I moved around in a weird daze pain and post-coital glow together. I felt better after a hot bath. That sounds like a real girlie thing to do but hey I m quickly turning into a real girlie or bitch if you prefer. I prefer bitch actually but of course I don t get a vote.



I d have liked to call Master Jason but he d made it clear that I must not. I assumed that he had one or two more post-hypnotic sluts like me around town but I d never presume to ask him. If I needed to know he d tell me. Otherwise I was simply to be available to him whenever he wanted me.



At least today I had the confidence not to worry when my Master didn t call. He d know that another round like last night would come close to killing me! And although I ached through and through from the mauling I d taken from his belt and his buttfuck I understood that my Master was not a cruel or sadistic man. My Master was simply selfish and didn t care about the damage he did pursuing his pleasures. This was absolutely proper. From that first day I d understood that I d been useless my whole life until this superman came along and found a use for at least my mediocre body. My mind? What a joke! My students tried and succeeded in forgetting everything I d told them by the end of the final exam. I d done the bare minimum on the publish or perish gerbil wheel but I strongly doubted that anyone ever read my stuff let alone found it useful in amazing scientific discoveries. I had been born to serve this young god and I was grateful that he was not any crueler.



Later in the afternoon my cell phone rang. I hobbled to the night-table where it was charging and caught it on the third ring. It was Master Jason!



Hello? . . . Oh hello Master! I hope you are feeling well after all the favors you granted me last night?



Shut up bitch. But DON T assume The Position. I know you re all bruised up. I don t care about your pain but I do want you to last for a few more weeks anyway. So take it easy. That s an order.



Yes Master. Thank you.



I m calling to say I ll be coming by this evening. I won t tell you when. Be ready for me starting now. Naturally if you have any plans you will cancel them.



Of course Master. But you know I have no plans. You are my entire universe except for my job and necessary functions like buying groceries.



I know although you d better get used to the idea that if my desires conflict with teaching all those dopes or buying groceries I take absolute precedence. I m sure you agree. Don t even bother to say it.



Yes Master. Do you desire any special preparations for this evening?



You have coffee and beer that s plenty.



Very well Master. I eagerly await your arrival. I shall keep the door unlocked so you can enter at will. But he d already hung up. I don t know where I picked up these expressions like very well as if I were a well-trained English butler. Probably Public TV. But they automatically came to mind as I listened to Master Jason s demands.



I popped the button on the doorknob (Master had not thrown the bolt when he left last night and I hadn t thought of it today) then set up the coffee maker to start with the press of a button got out mugs sugar spoons and such ready and put a couple of tumblers in the freezer. I don t have any real beer glasses. I hoped that these simple preparations would find favor but the nauseating nervousness was gone. Unbelievably my confidence was growing. I even remained in my cheap but comfortable lounging outfit of cotton pajama pants from Old Navy and an old t-shirt. The pants especially were therapeutic because they didn t squeeze or constrict the welts on my butt cheeks.



I d salved and bandaged said butt to where sitting was uncomfortable not agonizing. I cleaned the dried-up fluids from last night s gymnastics off the couch and the rug. It felt good to be moving even if only slowly giving my muscles something to do besides remember how they d strained to keep my ass steady for its whipping. Inside where that long golden shaft had blazed a very new very wide trail I still felt wonderful. Little shudders of anal orgasm delighted me at random all day.



Master Jason arrived at about 6:45. I was sitting on the couch looking at the TV but not paying any attention. When I heard the first rattle of the doorknob I leapt to my feet. I hadn t moved that fast all day but now I was back on duty.



I didn t speak the last instruction I d had was always to wait for permission. I stood at attention facing him as he looked me over. Turn around. Drop your pants. Bend over.



I complied instantly but anxiously. Was he going to take my ass again? Bruised and bloody as it was? He ripped off the bandages and I could feel his fingers pulling this way and that on the cheeks. Inspecting the damage I assumed. You don t look so bad. I ve seen worse. He giggled that self-centered giggle. I ve done worse. But you ll recover. I ll give you a couple of days. Then if we re going to break in this asshole properly it ll be entertaining my cock every two or three days.



Mixed emotions. The pain! The immeasureable orgasmic pleasure! And most important my Master intended that I would continue to service his cock! Compared to this the pain was nothing.



Go put some new bandages on if you want to and put your pants back on. Then come to the table. I m having trouble with your math homework. I did so and we sat side by side discussing calculus. I wisely I think kept my hands off his loins and didn t even stroke his thigh. After a while I asked Master are you hungry? Shall I order some pizza? Chinese?.



Good idea Doctor Bitch. Chinese. You be careful what you eat. You don t want some rocky stools coming through that tunnel I blasted out last night. Most considerate of you Master. I ordered the food and returned to the table. As I pulled out my chair I felt this hard open-hand smack! on my ass. I bit my lip to suppress the tears but said nothing.



Just a reminder he said grinning. No punishments tonight. I promise.



I wondered if that meant I wouldn t get to at least see his organ. Sighing I switched back to math teacher mode as we worked through the homework and even some unassigned problems. He really should have been in the rigorous calculus class. Forgetting my station I said so.



Yeah I know Doc. But I had you spotted and needed to get into position. Besides we can do the hard stuff sitting here together right? Of course he was right. And I was glad to be of service to his mind and career as well as to his libido. But get into position? What did that mean?



As usual he was reading my thoughts and grinned. Doc after dinner let s put this math away and chat. I ll tell you about how I went from little Jason who didn t even know he had the biggest dick in the school to Jason Master of slaves.



My enthusiasm and curiosity must have shown although my words were cautious. I have been very curious about your powers Master. But should I whom you sometimes call slut or worm be entrusted with your secrets?



Why not? I m certain that you ll never tell. Besides who d believe you? It s not as if I came from that town where the UFOs go. I m just a human but one with a special gift.



After dinner we sat on the sofa and did a little passionate necking. He must have liked kissing for its own sake not as first base because we both knew that he could bypass the foreplay whenever he wanted to. He was sprawled on the cushions in the corner of the arm and the back with his arm around me as I leaned upon him. I was half turned so I was looking into his face. Once in a while my glance drifted downward. He noticed of course.



Oh all right! he said. I ll pull him out so you can touch him. But no sucking! I want to have a conversation and if you start sucking you ll be stuck on like a leech.



As I fondled his cock he started to talk. First let me answer some of the questions you are thinking he began. Yes I have a girl friend on this campus. She s cute but not gorgeous. B cups. And I don t dominate her even a little. For one thing she s ten times smarter than I am. And she s damn good in bed.



I m sure I m not gay and I don t even think I m bisexual he went on. Last summer I had some psychotherapy. The therapist said that he thought my interest in fucking men was about dominance not sexuality. Something about my father probably. I ll never know it was my last session.



Why? I asked recognizing my cue. He was actually pulling my attention away from the flagpole attached to his crotch.



Because as soon as the arrogant little cunt said that I put him under and fucked him right there. No K-Y jelly no vaseline nothing. Just my angry dick and his flabby butt. I suppose he was in a lot of pain I never asked.



But Master did you release him from the post-hypnotic trance?



No need because he was hypnotized the whole time. When he came out of it he remembered everything but not under any suggestions from me. He smiled. He talked about calling the cops but let it drop. Probably he realized that if our little session became known he d be ruined.



You know he continued I should start at the beginning when I first discovered this hypnotic power. It s nothing supernatural I don t think. It s just concentrated charisma and a little self-confidence.



The first person I hypnotized was Mrs. Graham my fifth grade teacher although I didn t know it at the time. I think I was on some kind of watch list because of my family. My mother absolutely dominated everything and everybody in the family especially my father and me but my sisters as well. One of them spent a year in a mental hospital. My mother isn t magic. It s pure meanness. I think she beats my father. He s almost the slave to her that you are to me.



Anyway I didn t fuck Mrs. Graham. He shuddered at the prospect. During class free time she called me to her desk and started trying to do some amateur therapy. Eyes wide and moist conscientiously trying to help a troubled student. The thing was I didn t want her help. So I returned the look in her eyes and made up a hokey story about a family that had all the issues some of them twice. I could almost see her heart knotting up then going out to me. When I stopped I asked if she d let us all go spend the rest of our free time on the playground and she did. That was that. I don t know if she s still alive or still hypnotized because I didn t know what I was doing to start with.



In seventh grade my symptoms got worse and I had regular appointments with the school psychologist who had just the same manner. The soulful gaze the empathy but indifferent about actually helping. She went under almost immediately and confessed that she was burned out she didn t care about my problems she was just serving time until retirement. That was when I realized I had some sort of hypnotic power. I suggested that her report say my symptoms were not clinically significant. I didn t like therapy. Worked perfectly.



Naturally I tried it on other people beginning with Natalie who had big tits for the seventh grade and I wanted to feel her up. Failed miserably. She didn t even start to go under. She just giggled. I tried to get a convenience store guy to sell me some liquor. No dice. I didn t work on my friends either.



The next time was also not on purpose. I was in tenth grade. By then I d had sex — first time with Natalie as a matter of fact — and the word about my prick was getting around. Why a girl would share information like that I ve never understood. You d think she d keep it to herself reduce competition. Anyway some of the faster girls came on to me and I was running a pretty good score. No mind control just the promise of the monster cock.



Impulsively I kissed my Master s monster cock to tell him I wasn t much different from those high school girls. He rewarded me with a smug contented smile.



Tenth grade. I went to church every week — hard to believe eh? — and was active in youth groups there. As far as I knew gossip about my cock had not reached the church but everyone of course knew about my family. Anyway one Sunday afternoon I was helping rearrange some furniture. In walked Mrs. K___ wife of the fattest of our church fat cats. She was 35 years old and hot for 35 at 22 she d probably been a trophy wife. You wouldn t mistake her for 22 but you wouldn t mistake her for 35 either. Suddenly I wanted her. Bad. I wasn t that horny. In fact I d been up fucking half the night before. Something about power and possession and dominance I dunno.



But this woman she had some kind of effect on me because while ogling her I suddenly understood. I realized that my successful hypnotisms were successful because the subject was listening caring sympathetic non-judgmental — minds totally open to invasion. Impulsively when Mrs. K___ and I were alone I asked if I could talk to her about a personal problem. Of course she said. And well I spun a half-true account of some of my home life all the while gazing into her eyes. I didn t know how fast it worked so I went on 20 minutes. Then I readjusted my expression to normal Jason mode. She hadn t been asleep so I don t think you can say she woke up but she looked just a shade different.



To test her I first asked her to make a Burger King run for all us volunteers she said of course. Anything you want. I raised my eyebrows — it was so hokey I wanted to laugh — and she clearly caught the meaning. Anything she emphasized. Then I took what I thought was a risk. When she came back with the burgers and we all went out to have a sort of picnic on the lawn I sat next to her close up so our legs touched. She didn t acknowledge me but she didn t pull away either. When the coast was clear though I leaned over reaching for her French fries and asked quietly but without mincing words Do you want to fuck? She slapped my hand for stealing her fries then whispered Of course. I said anything didn t I? Fifteen minutes later I d taken about three inches of her virginity — she said I was about three inches longer than anyone she d had before — and she had a triple load of my cum and a serene smile. Then I released her from the spell because I didn t know what would happen when she was out of my sight and I didn t want her to be hurt.



Well that was the beginning of our affair which is still going on now and then when we re both in town. I never even tried to put her under again. She s my sex slave anyway. She s simply mad for my cock. Her ass was a virgin too — not my first ass but my first virgin ass. I didn t know how to break in a virgin ass. By now I ve had three virgins including you. I wasn t nearly as gentle with her as I was with you.



I contemplated my internal bruises and smiled.



Master Jason continued: Since then I ve had a few cunts by the post-hypnotic suggestion method. Nice caring women like two of my high-school teachers both married who enjoyed the privilege of entertaining me separately and sometimes all three of us together. There was the chair of a scholarship committee two nurses at my HMO doctor s office (another threesome) and the high-school secretary who wasn t much to look at but was a great fuck and besides she d give me keys to closets and such where I could fuck high school girls during the school day. Having a huge cock is sure an advantage. Even if size doesn t matter curiosity does. No mumbo-jumbo needed. I could never get the girls to stop thinking about themselves long enough for me to do the hypnotism routine. I guess they were just self-centered teenagers.



To really test the power I decided to try subjects who were very unlikely to tumble — a woman in my neighborhood she d known me since I was a baby and the therapist I told you about. Both went under snap! and the woman stayed under. She s mine. I mostly use her mouth for relief once in a while when I m home.



Like I told you that makes two women at home under my thumb but when I came here I had no one. I d had some time to think and decided that I wanted to stop fucking every girl I saw and sort of settle down with just one girl friend and the two at home for old times sake. But that therapist the one I fucked had me convinced that I m into dominance not just sex.



But I decided not to try to find a girl who was into S&M. Instead I figured I d just spot a few professors who seemed likely maneuver myself into their classes and start with a sob story that was weird and spicy enough to keep their undivided attention while they without knowing what hit them accepted my absolute authority. Then I could get my violent rocks off with them whatever I felt like doing or saying whenever I felt like it. I decided straight men would be better because they d be more confused by their sudden delight in fucking a man and because they d feel like they had more to lose if the affair became known. Dominance and control. I took Professor Bridgman in September and taught him to be one excellent cocksucker. Then I went home to my captive women which of course I d told him all about and he died. Which leads us to you and our conversations last week.



By now I was cuddled very close legs curled up with one arm behind him in the V of the couch. He had his arm around my waist. From this position I had a very good view of one fact. As he talked his woody got harder and harder and became a steelie. Mine too. It was vertical hard and trying to find a way out from behind my pajama pants. My hard-on was from the wonder of it all how my young Master Jason was smart enough and brave enough to step forward and demand the obedience that is due to him. His no doubt was due to some of his memories of great sex and perfectly bending people to his will.



From my vantage looking straight down on his member I was reminded of one of those big NASA rockets waiting to take off. Hard vertical ready. Ten nine eight seven . .



I don t know if my Master caught me staring at his rigid godly organ or if it was just his own whim. Either way I was taken by surprise. His arm moved from my waist to gently stroke or massage my shoulders then suddenly became a pile driver forcing my face down to the red-and-gold shaft directly below. It was abrupt and fast but just slow enough for me to think open my mouth and lock my lips around my teeth so as not to scrape that work of art. Thank heaven for small favors. Small favors for a huge prick.



My lips also formed the suction seal around the shaft so the cock followed my mouth as he pulled my head this way and that. I got a little support from one arm but the other was trapped behind my Master as he lolled on the couch.



Well my fine little Bitch he said in exactly the same tone he d told his stories let s add a chapter or two to the tale eh? Up down up down. I bet you thought we were getting to be lovers and not Master and slave. Hah! That s a laugh. As if I could ever love a worm like you.



Did you think you could have the day off because of yesterday? Wrong again. My prick gets serviced when my prick needs service and your bruises and your day off are totally meaningless. Agree? As my mouth was busy servicing his prick I could not answer but yes I agreed 100%.



Remember I m dominant not sadistic. I don t want to humiliate you. I don t want to hurt you. I just don t care if you re humiliated or hurt. If fucking your mouth by pushing down on the head pulling up by the hair — which he d been demonstrating for several minutes — makes me feel good then that s that. Does it hurt? Sorry Bitch but it makes me feel good. End of story.

He got impatient and clamped his other huge hand over my forehead. Pushing my forehead and pulling my hair he could go faster and did. Up down up down up down. . . It didn t hurt so much except by reminding me of all the pains I already had. Faster yet — updownupdownupdown. I knew he was cumming before he did I think but only by a little. Just as the first blast flew out into my eager mouth he let go of my forehead. I caught most of the cum in my mouth this time so I d have some to savor. No need.



He was pumping his scorching prick slowing down but squeezing hard. My mouth and throat were ready for the second blast but didn t get it. Instead just as that cum was about to be launched he yanked my head back off his hard prick. Shot after shot of hot oven-roasted cum flew into and coated my face. I couldn t see and for one second my nose was blocked and I thought I couldn t breathe.



As he ejaculated that hot semen he pulled himself out from under me so he was now standing pumping his cock all over my face and torso. I couldn t see him very well and I wasn t sure if it was permitted to move so I just lay there and watched. Where did it all come from? His balls were big but all this cum –?



The spurts got smaller and came out under less pressure. Abruptly he turned away. A moment later I heard the clatter of tableware in the drawer and he came back with a spoon which he shoved into my hand. Here he said. Suppertime.



I knew what that meant. As he stood there watching I spooned his cum off my face and body and into my mouth. If you think it feels like a lot as it gets pumped down your throat imagine scooping it teaspoon by teaspoon. I m certain there was more cum on me and in me today than on my office walls that time last week.



Only last week! So much has changed.



By the time I finished my Master was leaving. He paused at the door. Do you have a cell phone Bitch?



Yes Master.



Well get another one. With a different phone number. You will give that number to me and only me. Save your money don t order voice mail. When I call you will without fail answer by the third ring. Understood?



Yes Master.



I felt the breeze from the door as it swung shut. I was still too sore to go out so I spent the day cleaning up after our fuck session and trying to think about what kind of a gift I could give that would be anywhere good enough for my Master.

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