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“Professor, what the hell was that."
“And good morning to you as well, Andre.” Prof. Hayes replied, smiling.
Seriously, Andre didn’t know what the girls saw in him– sure, he was handsome, in that fit, ambiguously middle-aged sort of way, but it was hardly anything to swoon over. Especially considering that the old man was a hippie who believed in woo-woo nonsense.
The man waved Andre over, gesturing to the chair opposite his desk. “So, Andre, to what do I owe the pleasure? Something about my lecture, I take it? What’s wrong with it?”
What isn’t wrong with it? Andre thought despairingly. He’d had nearly fallen asleep in that lecture theatre, listening to Hayes ramble about how hypnosis was some ultimate weapon, or whatever– it was inane enough that Andre had been seized with the inexorable urge to go to Hayes’s office to set the record straight.
At least he could prove that his 4.0 in his psych major wasn’t just for show.
“The hypnosis you talked about doesn’t exist, professor,” Andre said, deliberately slow. “It’s pseudoscience, at most.”
Hayes raised an eyebrow. “I… see. Care to elaborate?”
His tone made Andre bristle– it felt, vaguely, like he was trying to convince a flat-earther that the Earth was round. But Andre was going to do it, goddamnit, if only to wipe that smirk off his stupid face.
“Well, I think– what the fuck are you doing?!”
Hayes had the gall to look mildly affronted, like Andre was the weird one when he was currently taking off his pants. “What’s the matter?”
Andre spluttered as Hayes neatly folded his belt away, and reached for his fly. It was like watching a car crash unfold in slow motion, and he definitely did not want to see the outcome. “Hey, stop–!”
His protests died in his throat as Hayes pushed back from his desk, and Andre’s eyes zeroed in on the obvious tent in his briefs. Fuck, it was huge, straining obscenely against thin white cotton, a perfect circle of wetness at the flushed tip.
Andre became distantly aware that he was just… staring. At the cock. That wasn’t right. He was going to give the old coot the wrong idea. His girlfriend was going to kill him. He needed to… He needed…
“Focus, Andre.”
The world slid neatly back into place, and Andre blinked hard, coming back to himself. He was on his knees, suddenly naked and eye-level with Hayes’s clothed crotch. Andre immediately pressed his face into it, nuzzling his nose into the damp patch. God, it smelled good.
Hayes looked down at him, a tiny, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
“As you were saying?”
“Hyp— mmfmmhm—”
Andre’s lips sealed automatically over the hard outline of his professor’s clothed cockhead, his words trailing off into a mumble. His tongue swiped over the precum-stained fabric, the wonderful flavour bursting on his taste buds. Unthinkingly, he began to suck, moaning at the taste.
Hayes cleared his throat pointedly.
Right. He reluctantly pulled away. Andre pulled down the boxers with his teeth, licking his lips as he caught sight of the hard length of Hayes’s nine-inch cock, curving beautifully towards his stomach.
“Why don’t you think it’s real?”
“I said it was exaggerated. You kept telling us that it could– nnnnh– take over our waking minds’, or whatever, but the— mmh— subconscious— mm— mind can’t really— mmn— override the conscious mind— mnh— like that.”
It was kinda hard to speak with his lips sliding all over Hayes’s flushed balls, but he managed. Andre licked a slow, wet stripe over the delicate skin, relishing in the churning fullness on his tongue. The scent was stronger here, a heady musk of arousal that made his whole body go hot. Andre’s hips bucked up, mindlessly searching for friction against his aching cock. Hayes helpfully shifted his shoe between Andre’s legs, and he rocked into it, groaning.
“Are you sure? What are you doing right now?”
Andre frowned, lifting his head. His hips continued to twitch downwards unconsciously, grinding his cock into the professor’s foot, smearing precum onto the fine leather.
“Um, Talking about your lecture…?”
The man hummed, leaning back in his seat. He scraped the flat of his shoe over the underside of Andre’s sensitive cock, and he whimpered, thrusting into the stimulation.
“Of course. For the sake of discussion, though, I must point out that you are currently naked between my legs right now. Isn’t that a bit odd?”
Andre paused, flicking his eyes downward just to check. Huh, so he was naked, but… being naked seemed… familiar, almost. Deja vu. He probably had clothes on when he walked in, but now that thought seemed distantly absurd. Maybe he’d been naked the whole time?
He tried to picture it– walking the corridors stark naked, going to classes, in front of everyone, everyone staring, and now he was in front of Hayes, what the fuck–
The other cleared his throat. “Focus, Andre.”
Andre shook his head slightly, trying to clear his head. He was thinking about… everyone staring… their eyes going down his toned body, lingering on his tight nipples, raking over his stomach, settling on his swollen cock, watching it twitch and bob and drip…
That was fucking hot . No idea why Hayes was making a big deal out of it. Got it, flaunt it, and all that. Those hours at the swim team had to be good for something.
As for where he was sitting– where else was he supposed to sit? The chair? Please. Andre rolled his eyes inwardly. It probably had dirt dating back to the forties. Plus, how was he going to suck cock from all the way over there?
“Maybe it is a bit weird,” Andre conceded, grinding into Hayes’s shoe, “but we’re both guys, it’s nothing you’ve never seen before. And I’ll bet that this spot is the cleanest in your whole office.”
Hayes let a hearty laugh at that, raising his hands in surrender. “You’ve got me there. Please, go on.”
“A– as I was saying,” Andre emphasised. “There’s no way a person could mphmmpslrp–"
His mouth engulfed the tip of Hayes’s cock, licking the pulsing slit in tiny, circling strokes. More pre-cum spurted down his throat, and he swallowed it greedily.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, Andre,” he chided, and Andre pulled back, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, professor.”
“As I– was saying,” Andre continued. “There’s– slrp– no way a person– mmm– could be that unaware– schlp– of their own actions. Hypnosis can’t make you do anything – it’s all staged.”
He gave Hayes’s cock one last lascivious lick, root to tip, chasing the last drops of salty precum, and met the professor’s eyes in a challenging stare. It was a little hard with the huge, glistening dick in the way, but Andre hoped it got the point across.
“Right,” Hayes said. The old man still looked faintly amused, though Andre couldn’t think why. He was crushing this. “What if I told you I’ve already hypnotised you?”
Andre almost burst out laughing. “Is this some weird thought experiment?” Man, Hayes was seriously grasping at straws. He probably would remember if some old geezer stuck a spiral in front of him and broke out the Svengali voice.
“Why are you sucking my cock, then?”
Andre paused, frowning. No I’m not, he tried to say, but the words came out unintelligible around the cock between his lips. Huh. That was weird, but there had to be a logical reason for it. Everything was perfectly normal because hypnosis wasn’t real.
“That– slrp– doesn’t prove anything. Mnh– Maybe I just like sucking your cock."
Hayes looked like he was trying not to smirk. “Really. Aren’t you straight?"
Andre rolled his eyes. “Anyone can appreciate a nice cock, prof. Twenty-first century and all.”
Honestly, he liked girls just fine, but just the thought of a big, thick dick, spurting loads of cum down his throat… Slowly, Andre’s hand crept down, pumping his own cock in short, teasing strokes. That sounded… nice… His eyes glazed over as he leaned down to take Hayes’s cock back into his mouth. The warm, throbbing weight on his tongue seemed to fog his brain with tingling bliss.
“I see. So you just… enjoy sucking cock, I suppose.”
Andre nodded, glad that Hayes had finally gotten with the program. And he kept nodding, moaning in agreement as he bobbed furiously on Hayes’s cock. He swallowed down, his throat working furiously around the thick shaft until his chin nuzzled against Hayes’s balls.
A hand fisted in his hair, holding him still. Andre’s eyes rolled back into his head as Hayes thrust roughly into his drooling mouth– once, twice– before pulling him off. He let out an automatic whine at the loss, and Hayes shot him a knowing look. Andre flushed. Fuck. He’d gotten distracted again .
“Sorry again, professor. I’ll just…”
Andre stood and turned around, putting Hayes’s cock firmly behind him. It was a tight fit with the desk in the way – luckily, his professor got the memo, and helpfully scooted back in his chair to make more room.
Finally, Andre bent over the desk, just to put more distance between them. There– he couldn’t be distracted if he couldn’t see it.
But just in case…
“Professor, if you don’t mind– could you… put it in me?” he asked sheepishly. He looked back over his shoulder to see Hayes raise a sceptical eyebrow.
“Just for a little bit!” Andre rushed out. “Just so I can’t see it for a while! Please?”
Hayes, for his part, looked highly entertained. “I was wondering how that suggestion was going to take effect,” he mused.
Andre chalked it up to another nonsensical comment – maybe it had something to do with the “hypnosis” he’d been yapping about earlier– and tried again. “Professor? A little help here please?” He wiggled his ass a little, trying to stifle his impatience.
Hayes let out a theatrical sigh. “Well, if you insist.”
“Thank you!” The sooner he could focus, the sooner he could finish this senseless argument. Andre let out a little yelp as fingers dug into his ass, kneading possessively at the muscle. He grabbed the far edge of the table for dear life as Hayes’s fingers trailed downwards, stroking over his perineum before circling his hole lazily.
“Nice and wet, I see. You’re very suggestive,” the older purred. Andre bit down on a confused noise– what the fuck why was he wet – as the blunt head of Hayes’s cock pressed into his hole. Fuck, he was so big.
“Focus, Andre,” Hayes’s voice was saccharine. Indulgent. “Go on.”
“Hypnosis– ah!” Andre cut himself off as Hayes began to move, sliding into him in one slick stroke. “Hyp— hypnosis isnnn–”
“Hm? Speak up, boy.”
“Hypnosis isn’t real!” Andre burst out. He cried out as his body suddenly spasmed in pleasure, his hole clenching hard around Hayes. The older groaned, steadying himself against him.
“Wha– hypnosis isn’t real–” Andre broke off as a wave of hot pleasure swept over him again, his cock twitching against his stomach as more pre-cum spilled from the slit.
“Keep going, boy.”
“Hypnosis isn’t realll…” Andre panted, dizzy with another bout of ecstacy. His eyes slid as the older began fucking him in long, smooth thrusts, pulling almost all the way back and thrusting in deep, his cock brushing against some spot that made his vision white out. And those words. “Hypnosis isnnnnn’t real– hypnosisisn’treal– ah!”
Hayes fucked him through his orgasm, hard and unrelenting. Andre rocked back weakly into it, relishing the sharp pain-pleasure, until Hayes came with a sharp grunt, spilling warm cum into his hole.
He whimpered as Hayes pulled out, turning to look pleadingly over his shoulder. The other shushed him, fishing around in a drawer before drawing out a small silicone plug.
Andre let out a small sigh of relief as he was plugged, his hole twitching around the solid weight, keeping the cum from leaking out. Hayes motioned downward meaningfully, and he went slowly but willingly to his knees, sucking and licking at the softening shaft. He couldn’t let any go to waste, after all.
When he was done, he looked up with a grin. “So, do I win?”
Hayes looked down at him, his eyes lingering over Andre’s flushed, fucked-out face, his swollen lips, dipping down to take in the splatters of cum marking his body. He chuckled.
“Well, that depends. There’s still the matter of the other post-hypnotic suggestion I left, of course.”
Man, what the hell. “Professor, I think you’re taking the thought experiment a little too far."
Hayes laughed heartily. “I suppose we’ll see, one way or another.” He reached down, and tapped a finger against his forehead. “Sleep.”
And everything faded away.
“Thanks for the extra credit, prof.” Andre was pretty sure that his grin was bordering on ‘shit-eating’, but he was high on the sweet validation of being right.
“No problem,” Hayes said. “And do consider becoming my TA – I think this conversation has really proved your mettle, so to speak.”
Andre flashed a smile– no way in hell was he going to become the old geezer’s TA, but he figured he could throw him a bone. “Sure, prof. See you Monday!"
“Yes, yes– ah, but do clean up after yourself before you leave."
Andre turned, following Hayes’s pointed gaze to his messy desk and stained carpet. There seemed to be some white… liquid? Ew. No way in hell he was cleaning that up. He opened his mouth to protest, but Hayes gave him a forbidding look. “Focus, Andre. You know what to do.”
Andre stopped, blinking muzzily. He closed his mouth with an abrupt click. Sank to his knees. Crawled to the damp spot.
Slowly, he lowered his head to the carpet, and began to lick.
“So, Andre. What do you think of being my TA?”
Hayes tilted his student’s head up. Andre stared up at him with half-lidded, lust-hazed eyes, his lips straining around Hayes’s hard cock. Drool dripped from the corners of his mouth.
He rested a possessive hand on Andre’s head, and watched as he made a small noise of bliss, his eyes slitting shut again. Such a good little cocksleeve.
“You’ll do just fine,” Hayes said aloud to the quiet room. “Just fine.”