“We could start all the paperwork and proceedings for a sexual harassment and bullying charge…but there’s something you haven’t considered.” Professor Gordon said. “What is it?” I asked quietly. “You could just be exactly what those boys are accusing you of. You’re the prey, they’re the predators. If you own it, admit it, it’s not bullying anymore. It’s attention. It’s praise. And I have a hunch that you love male attention. I think you crave it.” He said. “How is that attention?! Those guys follow me after class, they call me names, Tim Davis told me to suck his dick and then he spit in my face!” I said, voice trembling. “Oof Tim is a hot guy. Did you go back to your dorm and touch yourself after he did that?” He asked me. “What?! Professor Gordon I’m confused. Why wou—” I started but he interrupted. “You ARE confused. This isn’t high school anymore. You’re supposed to grow up at some point. It’s time to take accountability for the interactions you have every day. It’s time you start living as who and what you are.” He said seriously. “Professor, I’m not sure what you’re trying to say. I came here because I thought you were the right person to report this too.” I said angrily. “I am the right person…and watch your tone little boy. You’re a nasty submissive bottom and you know it. And where was all that fire when you where getting all the male attention?” He said. “Please stop calling it attention.” I said fuming. He rustled under the table for a second and the he pushed his giant sweaty feet across the table. They were so damp they made a loud squeaking sound as they rubbed across the wood. The scent hit me. Strong fresh sweat, he obviously hadn’t worn socks all day. I developed a frog in my throat, I wanted to cry from embarrassment when I realized I was starting to get hard. I couldn’t utter a word. I looked down as my eyes started to well up. The tent in my pants kept growing. “That’s muuuch better. Look at that bright red face! I see why those young men pick on you. Humiliation and shame look sexy on that pretty face of yours. Now. The next time Tim Davis tell you to suck his dick you reply ‘actually, I prefer it in the ass’ or, ‘just say when and where Sir’. If you humiliate yourself they can’t.” He said. He started rubbing his feet together and the scent intensified. I closed my eyes, they began to leak so did my dick. “Get down on your knees little boy. You’re going to sniff my huge sweaty stinky feet, lick my soles clean, suck each toe, and thank me the whole time. I’m going to record you while you’re doing it. Then I’m going to sit here and watch you send it to every single guy who has bullied you, along with a simple message, ‘please let me do you next’. This is how to resolve a bullying problem. They’re only picking on you because they have unresolved sexual desires for you too…and hey, if it doesn’t work out I don’t actually give a fuck! You’ll be my good boy, and I’ll go on humiliating you. You’ll get lots of my attention. Win-win. Get on your knees boy. Ooo that deer red face really makes my sack churn.” He said as I got down onto the floor. I was crying in earnest and I’d never been hornier in my whole life.
