Professor & Student

Elias was in his final year of college.

He had taken Professor Marcus Kane’s advanced literature class because he needed the credits. He had not expected to fall in love with his professor.

Marcus was 48, tall, broad, with salt-and-pepper hair and sharp eyes that seemed to see right through Elias. He was brilliant, demanding, and had a reputation for being ruthless with students who didn’t meet his standards.

Elias had been obsessed with him since the first day of class.

He told himself it was just a crush. That it would pass. That Marcus would never look at him that way.

He was wrong.

It started with late nights in Marcus’s office. Elias would stay after class to discuss his papers, and Marcus would watch him with those dark eyes that made Elias’s stomach twist.

One night, after everyone else had gone home, Marcus finally made his move.

“Come here,” Marcus said, closing the door to his office.

Elias obeyed.

Marcus grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him into a rough kiss. Elias made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus backed him against the desk.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over the desk. He yanked Elias’s pants and underwear down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the edge of the desk as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping Elias’s hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” Marcus growled. “Sitting in my class, looking at me like you want me to bend you over this desk every single day.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the desk creaking beneath them. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the floor. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Marcus eventually pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“This changes everything,” Marcus said. “You’re mine now. Not just as my student. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him again — slower this time.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his clothes, then kissed him one more time.

“Same time next week,” Marcus said. “And don’t be late.”

Elias left the office on shaky legs, cum still dripping down his thighs.

He should have been terrified of what this meant for his degree.

Instead, he smiled the entire way home.

Because he had a feeling his final year was going to be very interesting.

And he couldn’t wait.