By Sorbus

Was this my life now? To be surrounded by bossy Doms who found me in moments of . . . poorly planned distress or humiliation? And. . . why did it seem like some part of me felt like I was ok with that.

“I blame you,” I muttered, staring down at my crotch.

“What was that?” Jason asked over his shoulder, as he led the way.

I merely grunted something unintelligible and followed behind, unsure why I felt naughty. We passed through the parking lot and into the main entrance of a hideously looking building. But the hallways of the College of Agricultural Sciences were packed with cowboy ranchers-to-be and the most adorable plant-geeky guys studying horticulture; the agronomists landed somewhere in between that wide spectrum of masculinity.

I had discovered during my sophomore year that the horribly outdated bathrooms were constructed of solid cinderblock walls- wonderfully sound-dampening cinderblock. And I’d found myself on my knees while a closet-case cowboy stood above me and let me drain his tap. It had happened a couple of other times, with one of those plant-geeky guys, as well.

I quickly shook those memories away as passed the door to one of those restrooms, then entered the echoing stairway, with the creepy florescent lighting, and headed up to our grad student office.

“Hold up there, boy,” Jason said, went I started to step around him on the first landing. He pushed me up against the wall and smirked. “Drop trou and let me see it. I want to see your cage while you’re standing up. I’m really curious about it now.”

“Jason!” I hissed, eyes going wide. I shook my head and I tried to pushing him away, but he simply locked his elbow and pinned me in place. “Absolutely not!”

“Now, why do I get the feeling this potentially future Daddy Sir of yours would not like that answer?” Jason’s smirk widened and pulled out his phone. “Come on, give us a peak. I’ll take a photo so you can send it to him, to show what a good obedient boy you are.”

The sound of the stairwell door opening on the floor above us made me whimper and try and pull away, but Jason was unyielding. He seemed content to just stand there and wait, not caring who might be coming down behind him. The stairwell was a square shaped spiral, with a small landing at each corner. This meant that each door was directly above the other, and you had to go halfway before you could see who was above or below you in either direction.

My eyes widened even further, and my mouth dropped open in shock when seconds later, I saw who it was. And then that person’s hands grabbed Jason and yanked him away from me. Jason fell to the floor, unharmed, but looking up in shock.

“I just can’t let you out of my sight, can I, Boy?” Sir’s voice rumbled as his eyes did a quick scan of me before they turned to focus like a laser on Jason. “And who the hell do you think you are?”

“Ja-Jason,” his voice cracked in response, but he straightened his shoulders as he scrambled to his feet. I almost chuckled, because Sir looked like a grizzly bear staring down at half grown coyote. There was no doubt who was going to win this show down.

“Ja-Jason, do you care to explain why you’ve got your hands on my boy?” Sir folded those impressive arms across his chest and raised a single eyebrow.

“Ah, so you’re the mysterious Sir from that ‘agreement’!” Jason’s snarky smile quickly disappeared, and he swallowed audibly at the look he was given. “Hey, come on. I was just gonna. . . I wasn’t gonna. . . Now look here. . . Rowan, I guess I’ll see you later. Don’t forget, the meeting with the new Dean is at 9:00.”

Sir and I both watched Jason scramble off, trying to gather his dignity around him like a shield. He hurried up to the top floor, to where the storage-closet sized grad student offices were clustered.

“Care to explain?” Sir’s gaze returned to me, and I kind of wished that Jason would have taken me with him. I felt like I was one of those pinned bugs in the Entomology Museum, on the floor below us.

“It’s nothing, really,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “He was, just, uh, demanding to see my cage again, but this time wanted to take a pic of it.”

“He wanted to see it- again?” Sir’s raised eyebrow deserved overtime pay, or at least a book deal, because it was speaking volumes. “He wanted to see it again. And you refused. Why?”

“Because!” I protested, then looked away. “Because. . . uh, we’re in a public stairwell! And, uh. . .”

“Hmmm.” His single sound spoke just as much as that raised eyebrow, and I was all of a sudden feeling like that naughty schoolboy again. As he continued to stare at me, my brain finally processed what he was expecting.

“Yes, Sir,” I said with a surrendering sound, reaching down to my belt. I dutifully opened my pants, pulling my briefs down enough so my cage was fully exposed. I could almost hear the seconds ticking by before he nodded and then reached out to pat my cage like he was patting a puppy.

“That’s better, boy. But next time? You’d better show him. It’s one thing to refuse a complete stranger in a fully public area, unless I’ve given you that specific task. But the fact that you’ve already shown him? It’s not your place, boy, to ever refuse a cage check when there’s no clear or present danger. There was no reasonable risk of exposure here.”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied as I tucked my cage away and fastened my pants back up. “I just, he uh, he took me by surprise. It was one thing to show him in the car, it’s quite different here, isn’t it?”

“Life is fully of surprises, isn’t it?” Those last words echoed mine, unmockingly, as he put one of those powerful hands behind my neck and pulled me close to him. He made a noise as if he were thinking deeply.

“I’m glad to see you, Sir,” I said as I inhaled his scent deeply, “but I’m a little surprised. What, uh, brings you to campus?”

“Contrary to what you’re probably thinking, I’m not here to see you.” He chuckled as he saw the frown pull my lips down. “I was meeting with a professor in the College of Natural Resources about being a guest lecturer for one of his classes. And then I stopped in here to see an old friend, Eric Travers.”

My face went white, and I tried to pull away. “Dr. . . Dr. Travers? No! No way! He’s my faculty advisor! He’s, he’s supervising my doctoral thesis! You can’t, I mean, he can’t, I mean, I can’t. . . mmmppphhh!”

The hand that covered my mouth pressed down firmly, while the other hand still on the back of my neck began to squeeze gently.

“Shhh, boy,” he said with a rumbling chuckle. “Calm down and breathe. And you’d better get used to the idea, because Eric has been my friend for years. He comes out to my cabin fairly regularly. And yes, his boyfriend is a big fan of that flogging post.”

The color of my face was warring between ghost white and flaming red, and I felt like I was going to start hyperventilating. But the steady rate of his breathing and his heart rate held me in place. It took a minute or two, but eventually my brain managed, somehow, to merge these separate facts together. I shook my head, wondering what the College of Psych would think about all this! This would have been thesis gold, had I been a grad student over there. But here I was, working on the ‘socio-economic impact of no-till farming and other sustainability practices on rural communities’. Yeah, I really needed to get out more. . .

“Alright, boy,” he finally said, once he determined I was done freaking out. “Show me your office. And tell me more about this Ja-Jason guy. How exactly, did he find out you’re a caged boy? And why, exactly, are you carrying a toothbrush and toothpaste?”

I led him up the stairs, and soon his laughter was filling the stairwell. I wasn’t quite ready to laugh myself, but I did see the humor in the situation. And I swore that was the last time I’d be drinking whiskey while chatting online with anybody in the BDSM community. . .

And I should have known it was going to happen, when I emerged from the restroom on the top floor several minutes later. Of course, this was my life now, wasn’t it? With teeth brushed and with minty breath, of course I’d find Sir sitting at my desk, practically interrogating Jason. Of course I wouldn’t have expected to find Sir just waiting in the hallway. Of course he would have gone to explore my ‘workplace.’

Jason got to his feet when he saw me, getting out of his own chair. His confidence was fully restored and he looked at me appraisingly, smirking almost as he stepped past me into the hallway. “Try not to have too much fun in there. And do NOT make a mess on my side. I’ll be sure to bring back some air freshener, just in case. Now get in there and make your Daddy Sir happy.”

The sound of Sir’s clearing throat, however, made Jason pause. I looked over at Sir and then turned back at Jason, who was now grinning widely.

“Ah, yes. Cage check,” Jason said, crossing his arms and tilted his head back slightly. “I think your Daddy Sir and I are going to get along quite well.”

Blushing brightly, I immediately complied. Thankfully I was actually inside our tiny office space, and thankfully none of the other grad students had their doors open. Either they were already busy working, or they were off at the library or doing the requisite TA responsibilities we all shouldered.

“You really are a good boy, aren’t you,” Jason said, pausing for permission from Sir before he reached out and handled my cage with his fingers. “I wonder if I could get my boyfriend to wear one of these. I bet the power dynamic is amazing. Anyway, you have about half an hour. And I’m serious about the mess. Keep it on your side.”

Jason then pulled the door closed behind him, leaving me alone in a tiny office with a not-tiny man leaning back in my chair.

Setting my still-wet toothbrush down on my desk, I dropped to my knees. This room was so small, I barely needed to make a shuffling motion before I was between Sir’s spread legs.

He nodded as I reached out, having paused before I actually touched his zipper, and then I was opening his brown Carhart pants. His quickly swelling cock was soon between my teeth, and I breathed deeply as the fingers of one of hands began to play with the hair on the back on my head.

“You’ve had quite the morning, haven’t you boy,” he said as I sucked eagerly. I mumbled something in response, both of us knowing that it really didn’t matter what I had said, because there was no way any actual words could have made it out of my very full mouth. I began to bob my head up and down, using my tongue to swirl around. So, yeah, I might have watched a couple of videos last night, in between ‘researching’ the deeper details of this lifestyle. His sound of pleasure made it clear that he approved of my obviously improved technique.

Unfortunately, I would need plenty more practice to get over my gag reflex, but he seemed quite content to wait. But that didn’t stop him from pressing me down just a fraction further each time, even holding my head in place while I struggled to take all of his impressive size and girth.

“Keep your hands on my legs, boy,” he ordered when one of my hands drifted down, to fondle my straining cage. Yeah, going from a self-locker to having such a dominant key holder was going to take some getting used to. . .

I whimpered in response, desperate to touch my caged self, but I complied. I gripped his pants tightly, though, because this was the first time I’d sucked him without being tied up or handcuffed!

“There, there, boy,” he said with that predatory tone. “I guess I’ll have to start carrying the handcuffs with me. I really hadn’t expected to run into you here. Now I know to always be prepared, eh?”

I moaned in response, my knuckles turning white as I my grip tightened. And then I felt those signs, felt the signal that he was getting close. My jaw was aching, but I did my best to increase my motions, increase the bobbing speed of my head and did my best to tease his cock with my tongue. And my efforts were soon rewarded. His grip on the back of my head tightened, holding my head immovably as he convulsively bucked in my chair. And then he was shooting down my throat, filling what little space was still inside my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed, eyes burning with moisture as I began to grow light-headed, desperate for breath, for oxygen.

And then it was done, then it was over. He released my head from his grip and I fell backwards, wincing as my still-bruised glutes hit the well-worn carpet behind me. I leaned back on my arms, which were holding me up, and I grinned foolishly. It was amazing, this feeling, this sense of pride, as I looked up at him. He was slightly flushed, he was breathing hard, his still hard cock bobbing in the air. And I had done it! I had brought him to climax. Right here, in this crappy graduate student office.

A sudden, sharp knock on the door had me jumping to my feet, however. Even as I tried to get my breathing back under control, I noticed Sir calmly use a Kleenex off my desk to dry himself off and then tuck himself back into his pants. I went to the door, waiting until he nodded, before I turned the doorknob. I opened it just enough to see through it without it looking suspicious, but keeping it closed enough that whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see Sir sitting there behind me.

“Oh! Uh, hello there, Dr. Travers. What, uh, what can I do for you?”