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Author: P. A. Brown
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I stammered to fill the silence between us. "I know you told me not to come until next week. But I had to. Don't you see? I had to see you. I didn't think to ask you if I could come 29
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by right now," I added. "I was done for the day and thought it would be a good time to catch you before you left..."
His office was at the end of the corridor, behind a series of ominously closed doors. It was late in the day and I knew most of the other professors would be gone for the weekend.
We were alone in the building. His footsteps echoed. The only other sound was our breathing, mine growing raspy, his still level and almost silent.
He didn't speak as he unlocked the last door, letting us both in, and locking up behind us. The air was redolent of furniture polish, and the scent of age that only old buildings have. The only window was the one in the door, and it was frosted glass, letting little light in. The stained wooden floor underfoot creaked as he led me across the narrow room toward a large wooden desk that took up most of the space.
The desk held nothing but a Dell laptop, a blotter, a gooseneck lamp, a landline phone and a pile of folders, no doubt student papers. Even in the dim light, I had no trouble seeing the glitter of his gray eyes behind his glasses. I opened my mouth to speak but he silenced me with a look.
The phone on his desk rang. He scooped it up without taking his eyes off me and barked into the handset, "Spider here." He listened a moment then snapped, "I'll call you back.
Monday." He broke the connection and shut the phone off.
Then his glacial eyes focused on me.
I felt goose bumps crowd my arms. "Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have come—"
"Shut up." He pushed me back against the massive oak desk. "It's too late to change your mind," he said. "But you 30
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knew that when you showed up today, didn't you? You're the one who came here."
He spun me around and shoved me down, over the desk, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You knew this was going to happen, yet you came anyway. Why is that, do you think?"
"I had to." One hand on my back forced me face first down onto the bare desk. I struggled futilely when I felt the cold snick of metal around my wrists. He spun me around to face him. The heat from his too close body overwhelmed me. His intoxicating smell filled my nostrils. "We can't do this," I tried one more time. "Someone will come in. We'll get in trouble."
It was only his twelfth day as a teacher and knowing he was in the same building had preyed on my mind. I couldn't stay away. That's what he did to me. And he knew it, too.
"No one's going to come in. Now, not another word." Then he made speaking impossible by overwhelming me with his touch. His mouth on my throat, fingers pressing my jaw closed, sliding down to grab my rock hard dick through my jeans. I lunged up in need. His hands tightened on my shoulders and he held me in place without any effort. "Give it up, Jason. This is what you really wanted, isn't it? You're a tease, and you know what happens to men who tease, don't you? You pay for it." One hand went to the fly of my jeans.
We could both feel the heat from my groin. "Just like this."
He shoved my jeans down my legs, exposing my shivering thighs to the cool air of the office. He left my jock on; it barely covered my swelling cock. He guided me back around and bent me over the desk. "Sir!" I squeaked when his hand 31
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slid between my ass cheeks, probing the puckered flesh behind my balls. Oh God. Yes!
His mouth pressed against the skin below my ear. "We both know what you are, don't we?" His tongue stroked my ear, sending shivering ripples of desire down my spine to lodge in the base of my cock. Then he bit me. Hard. "You're mine. You always will be. That's why we're going on this vacation you want. To prove that you're mine anywhere
I stammered to fill the silence between us. "I know you told me not to come until next week. But I had to. Don't you see? I had to see you. I didn't think to ask you if I could come 29
A Forest of Corpses
by P. A. Brown
by right now," I added. "I was done for the day and thought it would be a good time to catch you before you left..."
His office was at the end of the corridor, behind a series of ominously closed doors. It was late in the day and I knew most of the other professors would be gone for the weekend.
We were alone in the building. His footsteps echoed. The only other sound was our breathing, mine growing raspy, his still level and almost silent.
He didn't speak as he unlocked the last door, letting us both in, and locking up behind us. The air was redolent of furniture polish, and the scent of age that only old buildings have. The only window was the one in the door, and it was frosted glass, letting little light in. The stained wooden floor underfoot creaked as he led me across the narrow room toward a large wooden desk that took up most of the space.
The desk held nothing but a Dell laptop, a blotter, a gooseneck lamp, a landline phone and a pile of folders, no doubt student papers. Even in the dim light, I had no trouble seeing the glitter of his gray eyes behind his glasses. I opened my mouth to speak but he silenced me with a look.
The phone on his desk rang. He scooped it up without taking his eyes off me and barked into the handset, "Spider here." He listened a moment then snapped, "I'll call you back.
Monday." He broke the connection and shut the phone off.
Then his glacial eyes focused on me.
I felt goose bumps crowd my arms. "Maybe I was wrong. I shouldn't have come—"
"Shut up." He pushed me back against the massive oak desk. "It's too late to change your mind," he said. "But you 30
A Forest of Corpses
by P. A. Brown
knew that when you showed up today, didn't you? You're the one who came here."
He spun me around and shoved me down, over the desk, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "You knew this was going to happen, yet you came anyway. Why is that, do you think?"
"I had to." One hand on my back forced me face first down onto the bare desk. I struggled futilely when I felt the cold snick of metal around my wrists. He spun me around to face him. The heat from his too close body overwhelmed me. His intoxicating smell filled my nostrils. "We can't do this," I tried one more time. "Someone will come in. We'll get in trouble."
It was only his twelfth day as a teacher and knowing he was in the same building had preyed on my mind. I couldn't stay away. That's what he did to me. And he knew it, too.
"No one's going to come in. Now, not another word." Then he made speaking impossible by overwhelming me with his touch. His mouth on my throat, fingers pressing my jaw closed, sliding down to grab my rock hard dick through my jeans. I lunged up in need. His hands tightened on my shoulders and he held me in place without any effort. "Give it up, Jason. This is what you really wanted, isn't it? You're a tease, and you know what happens to men who tease, don't you? You pay for it." One hand went to the fly of my jeans.
We could both feel the heat from my groin. "Just like this."
He shoved my jeans down my legs, exposing my shivering thighs to the cool air of the office. He left my jock on; it barely covered my swelling cock. He guided me back around and bent me over the desk. "Sir!" I squeaked when his hand 31
A Forest of Corpses
by P. A. Brown
slid between my ass cheeks, probing the puckered flesh behind my balls. Oh God. Yes!
His mouth pressed against the skin below my ear. "We both know what you are, don't we?" His tongue stroked my ear, sending shivering ripples of desire down my spine to lodge in the base of my cock. Then he bit me. Hard. "You're mine. You always will be. That's why we're going on this vacation you want. To prove that you're mine anywhere
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