A Succubus's Playground Ch. 07

Travis wasn't Sam's slave, yet. That meant he was free to do what he wanted. Professor Dean had told him to come to 123 Cherry Lane at 7. But, Travis decided to take it easy. He showed up at 7:30.

He rang the doorbell. A woman answered. She was naked. She had the biggest tits that Travis had ever seen.

"Hi, I'm Becky." she said as she giggled.

Travis grew hard. He could imagine what a good fuck she would be. He could claim her again and again.

"I'm here to see Professor Dean." said Travis. He knew he needed to improve in class.

"Oh, you must be like Travis." said Becky.

"Dean's upstairs being punished because of you."

"Punished?" questioned Travis. Something strange was going on in this house.

Becky was sucking on her tit now. She tried to say something. But, nothing came out. Only giggles. But, she stood aside and Travis made his way upstairs. He heard stifled screaming and the smack of a paddle.

There tired to a St. Andrew's cross was Professor Dean. His work clothing was gone, and he was instead nearly naked except for a black latex garter belt, black stockings, a black leather collar with a chain going down to his belt, and two thick black leather cuffs on both wrists. The cuffs were chained to his belt holding his hands close to his waist and the chain to his collar connected to his waist. Professor Dean had a ball gag in his mouth. It was the only thing that kept him from screaming out in pleasure as Master Sam paddled his ass.

Cloudy thoughts overtook Travis's head. Something was wrong...but Professor Dean looked sexy. Had he ever had sexual thoughts about a man? He must have had. He was Bi after all. He wanted Professor Dean. Is that's what was wrong, him thinking Professor Dean looked sexy?

Sam finished paddling Professor Dean. He came around from behind the St. Andrew's cross and said to Travis.

"You're late. That's why Dean is being punished. He said you'd be on time. Instead he was paddled for every minute you were late." said Sam.

Travis just stared at Sam's cock. It jutted out in front of him. It must be 2 feet long. Could cocks grow that big?

"You like my cock." Sam said to Travis. It wasn't a question but a command.

"Yes..." murmured Travis. He did, didn't he...his thoughts we cloudy. Cologne filled the air.

"Well, you're not ready to drink from the tap. Soon you will be but not yet. You'll have to learn manners. Why don't you apologize to Dean?" said Sam.

"Why is he tied up?" questioned Travis.

"Oh, he begged me to tie his hands. The little slut knows he's not allowed to jerk off. He just gets so horny while being paddled. Don't think too much about it now. You'll come to understand soon enough." said Sam.

Travis didn't worry. He just knew he had to apologize and show respect to Professor Dean. Professor Dean had come down from the cross now. His cock stood erect in front of Travis.

"Don't worry Master." said Dean. "I'm sure Travis, will show me the proper apology."

Travis did feel compelled to show Dean the proper apology. He didn't know how he knew what that was but he sank to his knees.

"That's a good start slut. " said Sam from behind him.

Travis felt proud. For some reason it didn't feel strange to be on his knees looking up at the naked man. He wrapped a hand around his professor's cock It was hot, veins bulged in his palms and across his fingers. He brought the cock to his lips and looked into Dean''s eyes. This was his professor, after all. Shouldn't he want to please him? He decided, given everything that his professor need relief and needed to be apologized to. He stuck out his tongue and took a quick lick of the underside of the bulging head. The hard flesh pushed back on the pad of his tongue mixed with a drop of precum. It actually tasted good. Sweet, salty. Dean moaned hornily.

. Dean smiled encouragingly. Travis blushed. He was sucking cock and he liked it. He took another tentivite lick. Dean kept moaning as Travis just licked his cock. Dean wanted the entire mouth. Dean needed the entire mouth. He was so horny. Surely, a "proper apology" meant that he was allowed to cum in his student's mouth. But, the ginger licks continued. Travis wasn't a cocksucker (yet.) Dean looked down with a frown. He was unimpressed. He prided herself on his blow job skills - Travis would have to learn a thing or two before he was allowed to please Master Sam.

After a few more bashful licks, Dean look disappointed. From behind them, Master Sam bellowed. "Stand up!"

Travis looked up confused. "But you told me to-"

"Stand up! Turn around." He hit Travis on the ass with a riding crop. "When speaking to me, you'll address me as Sir."

"Yes, Sir" said Travis as he scrambled to obey the new orders.

"I want you to put on this pair of pink silk panties. Start rubbing yourself as you deepthroat, Dean. When he cums, you'll cum and love it. Learn to embrace your inner slut." said Sam.

"Yes, Sir." said Travis as he put on the silk panties and started rubbing himself. They did feel nice. He could get used to this slutty behavior. Maybe he could stay here and be like Dean. But, for now, that was just a pipe dream. He had to finish his apology.

Travis got back down on the floor. He was on his knees and faced it. He couldn't take his eyes off of it now. He couldn't blink. His own cock strained in the panties. Travis saw Professor Dean's cock. It looked good. If he took it in his mouth and deepthroated it. They would both be able to cum. That was what he wanted...right? Cock and cum? His cock quivered. Cock and cum were good. Travis grabbed the cock, he kissed the tip and then engulfed it in his mouth. It was so thick. He pumped his throat up and down. Dean cried out whorishly. He came...lots. Travis swallowed, ashamed at how much he loved cock. Why had he been so shy before? Cum and cocks were all that mattered.

Dean was hard again. "Make it up to me." he told Travis. Travis knew he needed to be respectful of his Professor's wishes. He didn't need telling twice. He had a second chance and he would make it more than right. Travis grabbed his Professor's cock at its base. He licked his lips and looked up at Dean. "Good slut." said Dean. Travis grabbed the cock at its base. He would show Dean how good he could be. He opened his lips wide and fell on it.

Dean whorishly moaned as Travis passionately worked every inch of the cock before him, clamping his lips down hard, pulling off with a pop, moving lower to suck each ball, before giving a long, expert lick upwards along the bottom length of the cock and plunging his mouth over it again. Dean forcefully pulled him in. He wanted and needed more. Travis almost gagged, but caught himself. He wouldn't be thwarted. He would deep throat Dean's cock. He would show him that he could take it all. He could be respectful. Then, once he was respectful, Master Sam would fuck him. That was what he really wanted wasn't it? Travis briefly wonderful where that thought had come from. But, he had a job to complete.

He dove back in deep throating it several times before coming back for air. Pre-cum dripped down his lips and the cock. Travis looked up at the professor before him. Dean spoke demandingly. "Finish me slut."

Travis smiled, his face radiant and hopeful. He grabbed the cock with one hand then the other. He rotated his wrists, massaging the wet cock in opposing circular motions, feeling the ridges of veins in his hands. A larger drop of precum burst from the cock and came dangerously close to dropping to the floor, but Travis quickly intercepted it with a flick of his tongue and returned her gaze to Dean's horny eyes.

"Mmmmm! That delicious cum isn't going anywhere, not a drop." He licked his lips. "Except in this mouth." said Travis.

Part of Travis wondered when he had become so slutty. But, it was good to be slutty?

Dean moaned in pleasure, and Travis's heart skipped a beat at the sound. He was pleasing him. But he had something more to prove. Wrapping his lips around the cock again, he commenced to suck vigorously while jerking the long shaft with both hands. Dean bellowed. All the energy, centered on his cock-the power, the sword-and this beautiful cocksucer's little eager mouth expertly pleasuring it, it was too much. He could no longer think straight. Deep moans shook the kitchen.

Dean moaned, grabbing hard at Travis's hair. Dean's cock took over, pumping furiously, shooting payload after payload of hot cum into the back of Traviss throat. Travis's heart leapt! He was swallowing his professor's cum. It was amazing. The cum was salty and warm over his tongue and slowly filled his mouth like a balloon until he could no longer contain it. Finally, his professor's cum spurted from his mouth pouring to his chest. Still, Professor Dean's cum came. It was a flood. A deluge. Travis let it pour down his throat, still pumping his professor's cock with his hand. He was determined to swallow it all. To let none of his professor's delicious cum go to waste. The cock finally convulsed its last. Dean pulled his dick out of his student's mouth.

"Mmmmm. Delicious." said Travis as he finished licking the cum off his Professor's cock.

Dean stroked Travis's hair lovingly, his mind blank, free for a moment in manly bliss. "Good slut. Good slut. Now you should be ready for Master Sam."

Travis's own cock quivered in the panties at the thought of being dominated by Master Sam.