Warnings: BarbarianSpy Rough Gay Erotica: Contains M/M, MMF, bondage, graphic language, sex toys, gay anal sex, group sex, reluctance, rough sex.
Ron might be a hunk, but he’s incredibly naïve, and now that he’s transferred to a university far away from home, he quickly becomes the prey of both male professors and students alike. His logic professor manages to seduce him by using—what else but logic—and when he goes to the dean of men-slash-wrestling-coach to complain, he finds he’s walked from the fry-pan into the fire and is taken not just once again, but twice. When the wrestling team starts handing him around like popcorn, Ron decides the only way to escape his predicament is to recruit a replacement—and sexy, young Ben is just the sort of naïve student he’s got in mind.
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“(A)n intense story about the unique sexual education of a young man. habu delivers a powerful story that delves into a level of manipulation and total control that few are able to express. Some of the most extreme stories I have ever read are from this author and I have yet to be disappointed.” —Emily, Rainbow Reviews — 4/5 Stars!
“This story is Hot M/M erotica and not for the faint of heart. Habu has penned an intense, powerful story. It’s a dark look at manipulation and submission that I enjoyed.” —ulia, Erotic Book Freaks, 4.5/5 STARS!
It was more than an hour after dinner and the professor and I were sitting together in wingback chairs, almost knee to knee, before an enticing fire in a mammoth fireplace, complete with white bearskin rug in front of it, and our second snifter of brandy, when Professor Hollings brought the discussion around to the topic of his course, logic.
“You asked me for the short explanation of this course we’re embarking on together, Ron. Perhaps the best way I can explain how logic works is by a little role play. Are you game for that?” He looked oh so charming and enthusiastic about his topic as he sat there looking deeply into my eyes. He probably was more than twenty years older than I was, but I had no doubt that the women in his classes swooned over his classic good looks and his charisma. I bet he wove quite a spell over his students in his classroom.
“Umm, yes, of course,” I answered blithely and without a clue to what lay ahead.
“Okay, now for logic to really work, we have to be completely honest and open in our statements. Are you okay with that?”
“Well, sure, of course.”
“All right. Now we’ll have to pick a topic. Let’s see, what is uppermost on a university student’s mind?”
“Getting good grades that lead to a good job?” I offered.
“No, no, those are noble thoughts, but you aren’t really being honest now, are you? Look, you’re a young, good looking, healthy guy. What is it you really are thinking of the most?”
I just smiled.
“Come on. This won’t work if you don’t follow the rules of open honesty.”
“Okay, okay,” I responded. “Sex, of course.”
“Bingo. Sex. And what is it about sex that you think of?”
I thought for a few minutes and then answered, “Getting it. The pleasure of it; the feeling it gives, which is like nothing else we experience.”
“Very good, now, see, it wasn’t hard to be open and honest about that, was it?”
And with that, he leaned in toward me and put both of his hands on my thighs, just above the knees. I flinched and scooted back a bit into the wingchair.
“This is just a role play, Ron. I have done this to make a point in logic. Relax. Now, what made you flinch? How did you feel when I put my hands on your thighs?”
“Nervous, trapped, a little frightened perhaps,” I answered.
“Precisely. And why is that?”
“Because it was too intimate. It is wrong,” I answered.
“Ah, now, that’s the crux of it, where logic has to be considered,” Hollings said with a laugh. And he moved his hands a bit farther up on my thighs, which made me flinch again.
“There, see, you have conditioned yourself,” Hollings said. “Let’s examine the logic of this. First, are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a significant other?”
“No, not really. Not right now.”
“Are you clean? No communicable diseases?”
“Excuse me!” I responded, in shock.
“Bear with me. This is just for the purposes of a logical construct.”
“Well, no, of course not. Not any diseases, I mean.”
“Can I assume you are over eighteen? Your transcripts indicate you are a junior college transfer.”
“Yes, I’m nineteen,” answered. “But what does that . . . ?”
“I thought so, but you look so young. When you think of sex and the pleasure you get from that, do you think that this is wrong for you to do? An open and honest answer now.”
“No . . . no, I suppose not.”
“And if you aren’t hurting anyone else, if there’s no one else, no one at all, who would be hurt by your gain of pleasure, would you be wrong to enjoy that pleasure?”
“Uh, no, I guess not.”
“And honestly, Ron, can you openly and honestly say that you aren’t gaining pleasure from me having my hands where they are?”
