Bound for Extra Credit

My name is Luke; I'm an 18-year-old freshman in college. Over the summer before I got to college, my girlfriend broke up with me. I mean, it was somewhat mutual; she said she wanted the college experience, but if I must be honest, I kinda wanted the same. Plus, while we'd been together since the end of junior year, we hadn't really been vibing since the spring, and I think she kinda just stayed with me for prom and graduation.

Anyways, that doesn't matter. I'm a freshman at college; I'm single, about 5'9 and 150 lbs, with a pretty toned build. I work out a lot; I played soccer my entire life, and while I don't play varsity at college, I still play for the school's club team. So all in all, I've done well with women since I got here.

The first weekend after orientation, I hooked up with another freshman after a house party. My roommate was back in my room, but her roommate was still out partying, so we just went back to her place. It was fun, and we hung out with each other a few more times for fun, but those first few weeks were kind of just a blur. I was out pretty much all the time; that girl wasn't the only girl I got with, and all of that put together meant that I kind of bombed my paper for my English class.

The class itself is a freshman English class; all freshmen have to take one their first year, and it's meant to teach writing skills that'll be useful for the next three years at college. The classes are also smaller than the rest of the freshman classes; it was just me, 9 other freshmen, and Professor McNally.

Professor McNally is a nice guy. He's in his late twenties, about 6'3", and seems pretty well built. He's in his second year as a teacher, and I'm pretty sure he's still trying to get tenure, although I'm not really sure how that process works. But he's well built, smart, and seems like a nice enough guy to be around. Now, I'm not gay, but I've got to admit, I'm more bi-curious.

You see, my ex and I were kind of into anal. I liked giving it to her because it was super tight, and she liked receiving it because she was kind of a freak. One time she even stuck a finger up there, and I really liked it. After we broke up over the summer, I started doing some more jerking off using my own fingers up my ass, and while I did that, I started imagining I was her. It was super hot, and it kind of made me realize that while I didn't really find men attractive, I'd be open to at least trying bottoming and seeing how it is.

Anyways, none of that was relevant at the time, I had no real desire to try anything with any guy, and I was still hooking up with girls on the weekends. But by November things had cooled down. I was doing well in my other 3 classes, but the shitty 66 I'd gotten on my first paper for Professor McNally's class had essentially dragged my grade to a 76. I needed at least an 85 or above in all my classes in order for my parents to not literally kill me at the end of the semester.

Then one day at the end of class, Professor McNally said to us, "Oh, and by the way, in 2 weeks from Friday, I'm going to host a pre-Thanksgiving dinner for everyone. It'll be a low-effort kind of dinner, but if you're looking for extra credit, there will be an opportunity to present a written personal piece to your classmates. If you want to come and do the extra credit, send me an email so I get an idea of who'll be there."

"Great," I thought. Something to bump my grade up 5 points or so. But then I thought, shit, I'm a terrible presenter. A bit of panic washed over me since I fucking hate presenting, but after class I sent him an email saying I'd be there.

He responded, "Great, it looks like everyone will be there as well. I'm looking forward to hearing all of you share!"

Two weeks passed by, and the day came. It was a Friday, and Professor McNally lived about a mile from campus in a rented house. I walked there on my own; it was pretty cold but not crazy cold yet, being mid-November and all.

I walked into his place and saw that I was almost the last person there. It was 7:04, and the pizza he had ordered for us had just arrived. I was sweating, half because of the walk and half because of the fact that I knew I'd have to present soon. Over the next 25 minutes, I talked with the other kids there while looking at the printed 3 pages I had in front of me. At one point, I went to use the bathroom and walked over to the door I thought it was. It was locked, but one of my classmates told me it was the other one. I didn't think anything of it; perhaps it was a closet.

Anyways, I was about to present, and the story I was going to present was about a time I'd witnessed an armed robbery at a Dunkin Donuts as a kid and how it made me want to get my law degree someday. But after we finished dinner, and Professor McNally called my name, I walked up to the front of the class, and I stuttered.

I stuttered, and I kept stuttering and stumbling over the words. They were kind of swirling on the page in front of me. I don't have dyslexia, but my brain, for some reason, wasn't working. Eventually I kind of got my act together and was able to get through the presentation. When I finished, I handed the printed copy of my presentation to Professor McNally and slinked back into my chair. My thoughts? "Well, I'm fucked."

After everybody went, it was about 8:15, and people started heading out the door. It was a Friday after all, and people wanted to get to their pregames. I, however, stayed behind for a minute. After everybody left, I went up to Professor McNally with my shoes and coat already on.

"Professor, I'm sorry about that presentation back there. I know you're grading not just how well written the paper is, but also how well spoken the people were, and I know this is going to hurt the grade for this extra credit thing, and I need this..."

"Hey, slow down, it's all good, Luke," he said, interrupting my rambling.

"Listen, yeah, you bombed it, but this is just extra credit," he said, looking down at me and putting his hand on my shoulder. "It can't hurt your grade, only help it. Overall, it should get you to an 80, and if you do well on your final 10-page paper, you should finish the class strong with a B."

"I know, Professor, but I need to get at least an 85 for my parents to not kill me, and so I was just wondering..."

At that exact moment I paused. Looking into his eyes, I got an idea. I wasn't gay, but here was this attractive young professor towering over me, his hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes. We were alone at his house; he was looking kind of seductively at me, and I needed extra credit. But then the next thought hit me, all at once, realizing that if I asked him to fuck me or proposed getting extra credit in this kind of 'creative' way, I would be royally screwed if he was a normal guy and if I was just reading this all wrong. But I needed to take a risk, so I thought, saying this kind of seductively but not too crazily might give me some plausible deniability.

"Wondering what?"

I snapped back to reality; I'd been paused in my thoughts for, like, 2 or 3 seconds, and the pause was getting long. I looked down, fluttered my eyes like my ex used to do to me when she wanted me to fuck her, and looked back up before saying, "I was wondering if there was literally anything else I could do to get anyyyyyy extra credit for this class, Professor."

I put an emphasis on the sir; I thought that might be a good touch, but I said it in a way where I could have just played it off as being nervous in the moment if he felt I was acting weird. Then he looked at me, stepped back a little bit, and my heart stopped.

"What kind of assignment would you like to do, Luke?" He responded, still looking deeply in my eyes, but this time with a barely detectable smirk on his face.

"Well, I'd be open to doing literally anything for this class, professor, for you."

He stepped back further. "Interesting," he said, before moving over to the couch in the living room and sitting down. I was still waiting by the door when he said, "Here, take your shoes and jacket off, and take a seat next to me."

I took off my shoes for a second time that evening and walked over to him, setting my coat on the edge of the couch. "Listen, Luke, I'm not entirely sure what you're proposing to me, so I need you to be explicit. Tell me, explicitly, what kind of activity or project you're prepared to do for me."

I took a deep breath in. "Well, obviously I could write another paper, but I was wondering if there was something I could do to please you tonight more specifically."

"What do you mean by that? Like I said, be explicit."

"Well, Professor," I said, once again putting the emphasis on the word "sir," "I'm willing to do literally anything for you tonight." I looked down at his pants for a long second, hoping that would get the point across, before looking back into his eyes again.

"Be. Explicit," he ordered, turning his face closer to mine and staring deep into my soul. I was nervous; now or never, I thought, but once I do this, there's no going back. I took another deep breath in before looking down, embarrassed at what I was about to utter.

"I'll let you fuck me, Professor." I said, sheepishly looking away from his face.

By the time I looked back up, he'd leaned away from me. He looked half excited and half intrigued. "Interesting," he whispered before chuckling. Then he got up and started walking upstairs. "Stay there, Luke; I'll be back in a moment."

Did I succeed? What was going on? So many thoughts raced through my head as I heard him rummaging around. I'm screwed, I thought; either way, I'm totally screwed. Either I'm about to get bent over by this guy, who's admittedly attractive but still is another man, or I'm going to be kicked out of college. All these thoughts and more were racing through my head as I heard him walking back down the stairs. As he came back into the living room, he walked up to me and handed me a bag of things.

"Go into the bathroom, and get yourself cleaned up. There are instructions on how to shave everything and how to use the enema. When you're done, put on the outfit I have in there for you and come out. Do everything perfectly, and don't make me punish you."

My heart skipped a beat. This wasn't just going to be a normal thing, was it? I wasn't going to get fucked normally. I was about to get dominated. I mean, I'd been into my girlfriend being on top, and I'd been into having a finger up my ass, but this was about to be a whole new level of insane. "Yes, Professor McNally," I responded as I took the bag and stood up to go to the bathroom.

"Good girl." He said as I got up, looking in my face with a hunger on it that I'd never seen before. In that moment, he was hot, towering over me, and in control. My body fluttered with fear but also a little excitement; after all, I had been the one to initiate this. I walked into the bathroom, closed and locked the door behind me, before getting completely undressed and unpacking the bag.

In the bag was a razor, shaving cream, an enema kit with instructions, a butt plug, a collar/leash, and a maid costume. "Man," I muttered silently to myself, "he's into some freaky shit." First I did the enema; it wasn't too difficult, but it did take some time since the directions said to wait on the toilet for at least 15 minutes after doing the second round to make sure all the water got out. Then I shaved my pubes, my taint, and my butt. I shaved everything, using the mirror to help guide me, until my entire groin was smooth. Next I shaved my legs and my arms. He'd said to shave everything, and the instructions on how to use the enema included a back page on how to shave every part of my body. I didn't want to disappoint him, and I was terrified of "being punished," or whatever that meant, so I went and shaved everything. After I was done with that, it had probably been a little over 30 minutes, so I started to move quickly. There was no lube, but he had a butt plug for me, so I spit on it and forced it up my ass. It hurt going in; I think the lack of lube was part of that, but I got it in eventually. As it settled, I started to put the collar with the leash and the maid costume on, but my ass felt weird. It was as if I was popping, but nothing was coming out. The butt plug itself was a rose gold color with a little pink glass "jewel" on the end of it. It moved around surreptitiously as I kept getting dressed, never quite settling into place. It was still wiggling around in my ass by the time I unlocked the door and walked out.

Professor McNally turned around from the couch. "Come here," he said. I walked over before standing in front of him. My face was flushed red from embarrassment, my ass perking out from the maid costume, buttplug hanging free, held in only by some black lace panties that Professor McNally had included with the costume along with a black lingerie bra.

"Wow, it looks like you are a good little girl who knows how to follow directions."

"Yes, Professor." I said, turning my head slightly away out of pure anxiety and embarrassment.

"From now on you call me sir, at least for the rest of the night. You got that?"

"Yessir."

"Good girl, now get on your knees and lie face down on the couch."

"Yessir." I quickly replied, thinking, 'Man, I'm already about to get fucked; this is going quick.' But instead Professor McNally had some other ideas. As I put my knees on the floor and laid face down on the couch, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"Put your hands behind your back, Luke." His order landed sharply on my ears.

"Yessir." I did as I was told, and he cuffed my hands together, the metal tightening like a vise around my wrists. Then he grabbed my leash and pulled my torso back up before scooting along the couch to right in front of me. Now, I was just on my knees, on the floor, hands cuffed behind my back, with Professor McNally staring at me. His starting made me zone out for a second, just long enough for him to take his pants off without my fully realizing. By the time I'd snapped back to it, his fully erect 7.5 inch dick was right in front of my bound teenage body.

"Suck it, go all the way down and suck it."

I stuttered, my heart racing, looking back down at his dick and then up at his face.

"Be a good girl now, and don't make me punish you. You want that extra credit, right?"

I paused again before mustering out a barely audible "yessir." I bent my torso over, putting my lips to his groin, before finally licking the tip of his rock-hard dick. It had a funny feeling on my tongue, but I was in for a penny, in for a pound at this point, so I wrapped my lips all the way around his penis and started bobbing my head. I couldn't get all the way down on it, no way. It was fucking huge; only about 4 inches in, and it was stabbing at the back of my throat. As I bobbed my head, my butt plug wiggled around in my ass, but with the cuffs tearing into my wrists and the massive dick in my mouth, it didn't bother me as much as it did before. His dick pounded my throat, with my head bobbing up and down, praying I could make him cum. However, after only about 30 seconds, Professor McNally took over, grabbing my hair and forcing my face down onto his dick.

I gagged and started choking. 7.5 inches of cock was suddenly buried in my throat. I couldn't breathe and felt helpless as tears began streaming down my face and my arms started flailing from within my cuffs.

Then, after what felt like forever but was probably only 15 seconds, he released my head, and I popped my mouth up and off of his dick. I took a deep breath, and then another, panting like a dog. "My, my, you can take it like a real slut, can't you now."

"Yessir." I said, exasperated and out of breath. Drool trickled down my chin, and tears still flowed out from my reddened eyes.

"Well, don't stop now," he said, gesturing back down to his now soaked wet dick. I did as ordered, putting my head back on his dick and sucking back and forth for the next 5-10 minutes. On occasion, he'd grab my head and start bobbing it for me, but he didn't force it down or hold it there again. As I sucked his dick, I was praying he'd cum. I was into it, sure, but in the back of my mind, I was thinking that if I could get finished with him now and get out of here before he took this buttplug out and fucked my ass, that would be ideal. However, I sensed he knew better than to let me get him that far. Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me off of his dick. Then he stood up, grabbing my collar and staring at my submissive and destroyed face.

"You've been a real good girl so far, haven't you?"

"Yessir." I replied, arching my back as I did so and looking up into his eyes.

"Well then, you're going to like this next part." He reached down into the other pocket in his pants that he'd laid on the couch and grabbed a red ball gag. Then he roughly grabbed my collar and held my head still as he slipped the gag into my mouth and tightened it. Now, I was handcuffed, gagged, and leashed up like a submissive little cum slut. Drool and tears seeped onto my maid costume, and my butt plug wiggled more and more in my terrified, quivering asshole. Then he grabbed my leash and led me by it on my knees to the door, which had previously been locked.

"Get up and follow me down the stairs," he ordered. I complied and got up before he once again grabbed my collar and led me through the door, down the creaky old stairs to his basement.

As the basement came into view in front of me, I saw something that made me shudder. It was a fucking BDSM dungeon, one that he'd put real time, effort, and money into building. He led me over to this wooden bench with metal bars behind it. There were two bars on this object that stuck out from the two furthest sides from me, and two more bars going across connecting these poles. Professor McNally led me over to this object in particular, as I scanned through the room. Around me was a twin bed with cuffs on all the posts, a stockade, another bondage bench, and some various ropes and collars hanging from the ceiling.

In that moment, I panicked. I had no clue what he was going to do to me or whether or not I even was safe. I started trying to get away from him, but his grip tightened around my collar as he used his strength and shoved me face down onto the wooden bench.

"Listen, Luke, you're going to get tied up and fucked, and when I'm done, you'll have an A+ in the course, and I'll let you leave and go home. But you're going to let me fuck you, and you're not going to be a bad girl. Do you understand? Because if you don't, I may have to punish you."

I panted through my gag with his hands pressing me into the bench. I turned my head towards his and nodded before saying an extremely muffled "Yessir" through my ball gag.

"Very good, now let's get these clothes off." Professor McNally then took my maid outfit off. First the dress, then the panties. After that, he picked me up and sat me on the bondage bench, with my rock-hard dick now pointing straight at him.

"You've been a good girl tonight, and your little dick is very cute. Now promise me you won't run when I quickly take your handcuffs off? I have to take them off so I can get your bra off." I nodded affirmatively in response. "Very good."

He next took off my handcuffs before taking my bra off. I was now naked, afraid, covered in drool and tears, and stuck in my professor's basement. But I was calming down; his words had made me realize that once this part was done, I was done. I looked into his eyes, and he looked into mine before grabbing my legs and pushing them above my head to the bars off to my sides. Next, he tied them using some rope to the bars spread off beside me. I was now spread eagle on this bench, and as I realized that, he grabbed my arms and cuffed them to the highest bar running between the two. Finally, he pushed me back into position, with my head against the lowest bar parallel to the ground, the bar that for some reason was also cushioned so as not to be so uncomfortable.