Payback for Professor Wylie
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Professor James Wylie had a notorious reputation. Everyone at the college knew who Professor Wylie was, the ridiculously sexy professor who used his looks to manipulate his students before ultimately giving them horrifically harsh grades and humiliating them in front of their peers. Everyone knew, but every year, a new group of students would start and would get put under his spell. It was also well known that Professor Wylie had an eye for the athletic guys who took his classes, and would humiliate them the most, just because he knew he couldn’t have them without risking his job.
Despite all of this, Professor Wylie got good results, and because of that, the other faculty and those more senior, looked the other way when he was accused of tormenting his students, students who seemed to take what he doled out with glassy eyes after being thoroughly dazzled by his tall, muscular physique, his trimmed beard, dark eyes and the never-ending tease of chest hair when he’d unbutton the top two buttons on his shirts.
However, a trio of Professor Wylie’s third year students had had enough.
Callum, Rand and Harry had been taking Professor Wylie’s English lit classes for nearly three years, and because they were all on the football team, they got regularly tormented by their professor. The most recent humiliation had been the week before when Professor Wylie had been talking about male sex symbols in literature and made the three of them stand at the front in white shirts before throwing water over them to demonstrate the appeal of Mr Darcy in Pride and Prejudice. All three of them had ended up soaking wet with pecs and toned stomachs on show for the rest of the class, and photos of their exposure had been taken and posted all over campus.
The three of them were beyond done with Professor Wylie’s torment and after a very drunken night, they wanted revenge. Their plan was flimsy at best, but they didn’t care. When they had their next class with him, they were going to give him a taste of his own medicine.
The following week, Callum, Rand and Harry turned up to their Advanced Lit class where they found Professor Wylie leaning against the edge of his desk. He was wearing a sky-blue button down tucked into fitted grey slacks that hugged every curve of his perfect ass and muscular thighs and polished black leather dress shoes.
“Take a seat, gentleman,” he ordered as soon as they closed the door behind them.
The Advanced Lit class was aimed specifically at supporting some of the male students so the entire class was guys.
“Right, let’s go through this quickly because I have something far more interesting to be doing. Let’s resume our discussion on violence in Victorian literature.”
At forty-three, Professor Wylie was an intimidating figure with his deep voice, height and build, but that wasn’t going to deter the three athletic students from getting their payback.
When Professor Wylie had talked for about ten minutes solidly, Rand tentatively put his hand into the air, something none of them ever did for fear of being picked on.
Rand cleared his throat. “You talk about these bar brawls and epic fights in London pubs, but I’m struggling to understand how they start or what the fighting consists of. Surely, they aren’t all trained fighters.”
Callum and Harry gasped under their breath when Professor Wylie smiled. Everyone knew what that smile meant. It meant you were about to be seriously regretting asking a question that he thought was idiotic.
“Why don’t you come up here, Rand and we’ll do a little demonstration.”
Rand gulped but got to his feet. He turned and mouthed something at Callum and Harry who immediately turned to each other and whispered as Rand headed up to the front and stood before Professor Wylie.
“As some of you will remember in our last class, I talked a lot about bar brawls and how one comment would result in pushing and shoving before punches are thrown. It would appear that Rand has forgotten that, so . . .”
Professor Wylie undid the top two buttons on his shirt, flashing his soft chest hair and eliciting more than a few oohs and aahs from some of the students, before standing in front of Rand and shoving him. Rand stumbled backwards, a little shocked, despite expecting exactly what had happened.
“I see your point, Professor, but there’s only two of us. Maybe Harry and Callum could help so I can understand exactly what would happen in more of a group scenario.”
Professor Wylie rolled his eyes. “Fine. Harry, Callum, up here please.”
Harry and Callum looked like they wanted to bolt, but Rand was relieved when they both stood up and came to the front of the class.
Without even waiting, Professor Wylie shoved them both, a hand on each of their chests. They each stumbled back, just like Rand had, but this time, the tables turned.
“Do it,” Rand said, and Harry and Callum both jumped forward and grabbed Professor Wylie, one on each side of him, holding his arms back.
“What do you idiots think you’re doing?” Professor Wylie said in a bored tone.
“Revenge,” Rand said with a shrug before stepping up to his professor, grabbing either side of his shirt and yanking it hard, sending buttons shooting across the room as he exposed Professor Wylie’s furry chest and stomach.
The rest of the class immediately burst out laughing, some took out their phones, and others gasped in shock at anyone taking a stand against the infamous Professor Wylie.
“I’m sure you thought that was funny,” Professor Wylie said, looking a little flushed now. “But if you all back off and return to your seats, we’ll forget this happened.”
Rand shook his head. “Not until we’re finished.”
Professor Wylie’s eyes widened and, for the first time, Rand felt like the one in control. He dropped to his knees and yanked off each one of Professor Wylie’s dress shoes, tossing them on the floor with little care, before removing his socks.
By this time, Professor Wylie was threatening the three of them nonstop, so Rand did the only thing he could think of and shoved one of the professor’s socks in his mouth, which seemed to stun him to silence. He continued to pull against Harry and Callum who held him in a tight grip, but Rand didn’t care because he was the one calling the shots.
What the boys didn’t know was that Professor Wylie had a massive kink for humiliation. The reason he tormented the hot athletic guys in his class was because it turned him on so much. If he couldn’t fuck them then he could at least get off in other ways.
The downside to this kink was that being restrained by two of his best most attractive students, whilst the third stripped him, had him hard as a rock inside his boxers, and he just prayed that they wouldn’t go all the way. He hadn’t cum for a few days and he could already feel himself leaking against the soft cotton.
Rand popped the button on Professor Wylie’s slacks and worked down the zipper, which was made far more difficult by the amount he was struggling against Harry and Callum. But when he opened his professor’s pants, his mouth fell open in shock.
Professor Wylie was wearing a pair of crisp white Calvin Klein boxer briefs, but inside them he was hard and there was a wet patch of precum that was just see through enough to make out the head of his dick.
Professor Wylie spat out the sock in his mouth. “Please Rand. Don’t do this.”
Rand just grinned. “Revenge is revenge for a reason, professor. I know this is . . . hard . . . for you.”
As Professor Wylie groaned, Rand yanked down his slacks revealing the professor’s hairy muscular legs and the tight CK boxer briefs. The entire class gasped in shock at the sight of their professor hard in his undies.
“Take ‘em off!” one of the guys seated at the back yelled, and others soon joined in.
Not wanting to disappoint, Rand ignored his professor’s protests, gripped the waistband of the boxer briefs and yanked them down, Professor Wylie’s cock giving a meaty slap against his stomach as it came free.
“Oh god, no,” Professor Wylie moaned as his dick throbbed and precum dribbled down his shaft.
He was so close to orgasm. Being restrained and stripped was bad enough, but having a group of early 20’s guys all staring and laughing and pointing and drooling over his exposed body . . . it was just too much.
Rand tossed the boxer briefs against the wall and turned to face Professor Wylie. “I wish I’d known you got off on this Professor; I’d have done this sooner.”
Before Professor Wylie could respond, Rand give his cock a slap and then it was game over! Professor Wylie whimpered and squirmed and then the first rope of cum shot from the end of his cock and landed with a wet splat on the floor. The students were stunned as they watched cum spray from their professor’s dick.
Harry and Callum were so stunned that they let go and, with his arms now free, Professor Wylie gave in and grabbed his dick, milking out every drop of his orgasm, his free hand massaging his furry thigh.
“Holy fuck!” Harry said when Professor Wylie was done.
“Please can I have my clothes,” Professor Wylie said quietly.
Rand grudgingly picked up his boxer briefs and tossed them to him and their professor immediately pulled them on, his hand still glistening with cum.
“I beg you all not to tell anyone about this. Please. You can have whatever grades you want.”
Rand chuckled. “I have a better idea. Going forward, you have to teach this class either naked or in whatever outfit we want, and we’ll be the ones dishing out the humiliation. Do that and we’ll keep our mouths shut. Right boys?”
Everyone yelled their agreement and Professor James Wylie sheepishly nodded. “You have yourselves a deal.”
As the class packed up and left, Rand slapped Professor Wylie on his beefy ass before leaving the room, and Professor Wylie was left wondering how the hell he’d get through the rest of the year in this situation. His dick was already chubbing back up at the mere thought of it. He was screwed!
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