By Sorbus

“Hello, Rowan,” Dr. Travers’ bright, British accent carried a concerned note. “Jason was right. You really must not be feeling well. You look a tad feverish. Are you running a temperature?”

I bit my lip and quickly shook my head. I also took a reflexive backstep, because Dr. Travers was a touchy-feely kind of guy. Nothing ever inappropriate, but I wouldn’t have put it past his paternal instincts to kick in, and do the ‘forehead check.’

Unfortunately, by stepping back, I was no longer blocking Sir’s presence from being visible.

“Oh, hello there, Derek. What brings you up here?” Dr. Travers seemed genuinely surprised and confused at first, but then he looked back and me. . . and then I watched as his nose twitched ever so slightly. Yeah. . . small enclosed space with poor ventilation? Even with his load having been shot directly down my throat. . .  even the most discrete oral sex is going to leave a certain . . . odor.

“No. Never mind, I do not want to know!” Dr. Travers put his hands up and stepped backwards. But he couldn’t seem to stop his eyes from dropping down to the front of my khakis. After a split second of thinking, he stepped forward again, forcing me to move backwards or get run over. He closed the door and stuck a finger out. I was gratefully surprised it was at Sir and not at me! “No! Derek, you will NOT poach my grad student. Rowan is less than a year from defending his thesis. Go track down some rednecks who are hunting without a license. Go sit out in a hunting blind somewhere and do whatever. But keep your hands off my boy! I mean, my grad student!”

You could have heard a pin drop, the three of us were so silent. I wasn’t even breathing! A blush was creeping up Dr. Travers’ neck and he looked horrified at what he’d said.

Sir then burst out laughing, loudly clapping his hands as if the outburst had been a performance. “Ha! If only your husband could see you now, Eric! I know exactly how much of a jealous bottom he is. This is hilarious! But don’t worry, I know that there’s nothing inappropriate between you and MY boy. So, how about I make a graceful exit, since this is Rowan’s office and you’re practically choking on the foot you just shoved into your mouth.”

He got to his feet, and my cramped office suddenly felt smaller than a sardine can. I simply stood there, my fingers fidgeting nervously as they laced together in front of me at waist level, as Dr. Travers fumbled for the doorknob behind him. He managed to get it open and stepped out, allowing Sir to saunter out.

“You need to get some sleep boy,” he said as he paused in the doorway, looking back at me. “And lay off the booze. Oh, and make sure you eat a proper lunch.”

“I’ll talk with you later, Derek. Once I have a proper chat with Rowan, here.” Dr. Travers’ was clearly trying to pull his dignity back on him like a lab coat, but the alpha look Sir leveled at him made me glad it wasn’t directed at me! Dr. Travers blushed again, breaking eye contact after only a second or two.

“Now, Boy. . Rowan!” Dr. Travers was completely flustered by this unexpected turn of events, but much to my horror, he shouldered on. He clearly was living up to his British ‘stiff upper lip’ thing. “Rowan, let’s sit and have a nice chat. We still have about 15 minutes until we all meet with the Dean. I’ve known Derek for several years, and I know all about his particular . . . interests. . . So, without crossing any professional lines, I want to make sure you’re not going to do anything foolish. And certainly nothing to endanger your academic pursuits. I’d hate for you to throw away your doctorate just because a pair of fingers snapped at you to obey.”

Reaching up, I ran a hand over my face. The headache was back. And I doubted it was going to go away anytime soon. . . I could practically hear the sound of crashing plates, as the different spinning parts of my life smashed together.

***

3:57. . . 3:58. . . 3:59. I stared at the clock, willing with all my might for that second clock to hurry up and make its circle! Just one more minute and then I’d be free! I cursed the fact that Jason and I had fixed ‘office hours’ but Dr. Travers was a bit of a hard noise about that. Fortunately, he was a big enough muckety-muck on campus that he’d been busy with the new Dean since we finished the grand “meet and greet.” I’d been extremely grateful for the food, and the coffee that finally chased my hangover away, but I had made a point to be the first one to slip away. I’d spent the rest of the day with my head buried in books and my computer, pretending that everything was ‘normal.’

That idea of normal, however, had evaporated an hour ago, because I had completely forgotten that Jason had taken the ‘agreement’ with him, when he had picked me up. The blush had been bright on my face, when he’d nonchalantly pulled it out and read through it while he crunched away on an apple.

I’d finally rolled my chair to his desk, after he’d asked the 14th or 15th question. Part me was mortified, but I did appreciate he was . . . sincerely wanting to look out for me?

“So, what are you going to put down here, in this section on ‘Agreement Alterations’? From the way this reads, and from what you’ve told me, I doubt you’re gonna end up with a bull nose ring or anything. . . but it’s still something to consider. After all, anything you don’t put in there is fair game, right?”

I felt my face flush again, and I reflexively reached up to touch my nose. Yeah. . . I’d better write that down. I really didn’t have the build for ‘bull’ anyway. I scribbled in ‘all body modifications must be agreed upon mutually’, just to play it safe. The idea of nipple rings or a PA piercing down there suddenly seemed intriguing. . . but I definitely felt I should think it through first. Contrary to how I’d felt before, I was very grateful Sir had insisted I wait these few days.

“Hey, earth to Rowan,” Jason said, poking me in the side with his pen. “Are ya gonna finish this? I’m not sure how long your Daddy Sir Master is going to wait for you to get this back to him.”

“It’s just Sir,” I said, rolling my eyes. But I dragged my daydreaming away from the image of me, restrained and helpless, while he played with fully healed nipples that had small silver rings in them. I was gagged with a thick leather gag, and was naked, caged cock bobbing up and down. And he was towering over me, shirt tossed somewhere behind him. . .

“Dude! Hello!” Jason snapped his fingers in front of my face and then he gave up. Standing up, he tucked the ‘agreement’ in a plain folder before tucking it under his arm. “Come on, let’s go. I think I’d better help you finish filling this out or you’re never going to get it done. We can stop and get some food. You’re paying, by the way.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” I replied, nearly tripping over my chair as I got to my feet and tried to push it back to my desk. “But uhm, no McDonald’s.”

“Yeah, judging by the look of that guy. . . I think you have a lot of salads and freshly sautéed vegetables in your future. Gotta keep you looking sexy for him. And I think you’d better start hitting the gym more than the ‘occasional random day’! I’d say something about if you got tired of him, send him my way. . . but you’re the bottom here. Although. . . I might be willing to consider being vers for that guy.”

With ears blushing pink, I followed him down the hallway and down the stairs. I wasn’t about to say anything to distract him, to make him decide the middle of the Admin green would be a good place for a cage check. . .

It was three hours later, when Jason held out that small fabric bag with the little drawstring on it.

“Time to commit, boy,” he said with grin. Yeah, he’d been calling me ‘boy’ ever since we’d gotten in the car. I hadn’t stopped him because, really, could I have? I mean really, especially after today? Besides, I kind of liked it. . .

I cleared my throat, swallowing at the sudden dryness. I stood up and went to my freezer, pulling out the double-frozen Ziploc bag. My keys were frozen inside a bag that was frozen inside another bag, because as a until-now self-locker, this had been the only way to keep myself from unlocking after a few days of insane horniness.

“It’ll be a couple of minutes,” I said as I set the solid chunk of ice in the sink. I turned on the hot water and waited rather impatiently.

Jason had, surprisingly, been an enormous help with that ‘agreement.’ And he was a whole lot kinkier than he’d let on. Or else he just had a REAL good imagination. There were some things he brought up that I never would have considered. It also made me swear to myself that I would NEVER allow him to be in the same room with Sir. Not that Sir probably needed any suggestions or inspiration.

“You actually froze your keys?” Jason asked as he watched me. “That’s kind of . . . hilarious.” But his voice was more thoughtful than teasing. I wondered what kind of ‘surprises’ were in store for his boyfriend, because it was obvious that Jason was mulling all this over for his own relationship.

When the scalding water had finally broken through the ice and released the keys, I dried them off thoroughly and brought them back to the table. Sitting back down, I held them out with fingers trembling in excitement, with perhaps a touch of nerves. I felt something . . shift. . . inside me as they disappeared into the bag. Jason then folded the stack of papers around it, before slipping it all inside a new “Priority Express” Mailer and handing it to me.

“This is your life, so you’ve gotta be the one to seal it. For better or worse? Or maybe not. It’s not like you’re actually marrying the guy.” Jason chuckled as he watched me slowly pull the waxy strip off the adhesive, then pressing it firmly closed.

“And so I guess I’ll be off then?” Jason said as he stood up and stretched. “Do you want me to drop it in the mail for you?”

“I’ll, uh, mail it myself in the morning. I promise I’ll be there to pick you up on time.” I looked up at him, then looked down at the envelope again. I wasn’t having second thoughts, not exactly, but. . .

“I think we’d better get this out of your hands, boy,” Jason said with a smirk. He pulled it from between my fingers and carried it over to the front door. He set it down on the entry way table, then looked back over his shoulder at me. “Are you sure you don’t want me to mail it for you? It’s not out of my way.”

“Nope, but thanks anyway,” I replied, shaking my head. “This is something I need do to myself. Something I need to know I’m doing for myself.”

***

Friday at last! It was Friday at last! And yes, I’ll admit, I’d been a total nervous wreck all day. Jason had completely given up, fleeing to the library to escape my incessant foot thumping, pencil tapping, finger drumming, head bobbing. He’d known that if he’d sent me, I would have gotten kicked out within 5 minutes.

“Seriously, boy, you’re too old to be in an actual boy band. Knock it off!” His final words had bounced right off me, because I couldn’t concentrate long enough to actually process his words.

I was ’10 car pile-up on the freeway’ type of nervous wreck. Nah, that was a little dramatic. I was more ‘farm tractor going 30 in a 55 mph and holding up 8 cars on the single lane highway and I’m the seventh driver in line with the last car tailgating me so badly I should demand he buy me a drink if he’s gonna ride my ass like that.’ I’d been there, minus the demand for a drink. Yeah, I felt like that, if you replaced the ‘irritation’ with ‘nervousness.’

So, there I was, staring blankly at the computer screen, cursor flashing in the empty spreadsheet cell, waiting for my to input the data. Cell? Hmmmm. . . I wondered if Sir had actually shown me ALL of his house. I wondered if there was something else, something . . . hidden? It seemed an awfully big house for there to only be two actual bedrooms. Granted, his living/dining/kitchen area was enormous. But it seemed like the basement really had to have more than a laundry room and an office/den. A cell? Like a secret bondage type of cell? Yeah, Sir seemed like the type to have one of those. After all, we measured snow in feet, not inches in the winter here. There was no way he could use that bondage equipment in December, or January, or February. And March really wasn’t much better. . .

“Rowan. Rowan? Rowan!” Dr. Travers’ voice cut through my racing thoughts only because he had started tapping me on the top of my head.

I jerked in surprise, spinning around and looking up. “Oh! Sorry! Uh, way sorry!”

The words spilled out of my mouth hurriedly, because in the act of spinning the seat of my chair around so quickly, I’d managed to bash his shin with my cowboy booted foot.

“Go. Home. Rowan. . .” Dr. Travers’s words came out through clenched teeth, as he stepped away so he could sit at Jason’s desk and rub his leg. “You’re useless here. Go home. Go get ready for Derek.”

I jumped up, a grin spreading across my face. I grabbed my cowboy hat and slammed it down on top of my head, then patted the pockets of my tight Wranglers. Ok, yes, I had worn the exact same clothing I’d been wearing when I first met Sir. . . but can you really blame me?

“Wait a moment there, lad.” Dr. Travers grabbed my arm when I started to step past him. My eyes widened in surprise. The Brit had a grip! “I want you to promise me that you and Derek have established a safe word. And! And that you will actually use it.”

“Pistachio,” I said, my entire face blushing. “It’s, uh, pistachio. Sir made me pick it because he wanted to be sure it was something I would remember. It’s the only food I’m allergic too, so he thought it was appropriate.”

Dr. Traver’s blinked twice at me and then shook his head. “Well, jolly good then, I suppose. But, please tell me- no, don’t actually tell me- but please promise me that you have a signal for when you’re gagged or unable to speak. You have that signal, yes?”

I nodded, biting my lower lip. I could feel my blush deepening. It was grunt-whimper-grunt. I most assuredly wasn’t going to tell Dr. Travers that!

The man sitting in my grad student office took a heavy breath, raising an eyebrow at me, and then reached into his pocket. Much to my surprise, he handed me his business card. “My personal number is on the back. I trust Derek. If I had any concerns whatsoever, there is no way I’d let you go and do this. But promise me, just in case. Just in case something goes wrong. I’m convinced that it won’t, but one can never be too careful. Promise me you’ll use it.”

I took the card and nodded, touched by his concern. As I tucked it into my left back pocket, I looked at him in surprise when he continued speaking.

“He has a landline in the kitchen. It’s to the right of the microwave. I’m sure you know how spotty cell service is out there. Now run along. I might say something inappropriate, something similar to what I’m certain Jason has said, if I make you linger here any longer.”

I nodded, stepping away, but then his arm whipped out, grabbing onto my wrist like a manacle. “One other thing. I WILL come out there to check on you, if you’re not back in this office Monday morning. Go, have fun, play with Derek, but know that I WILL be pounding on his door. So, please don’t embarrass all three of us, lad.”

“Yes, uh, Sir,” I choked out, completely flabbergasted by his . . . unexpected vehemence!

He gave a sharp nod, looking slightly uncomfortable himself, as if he was equally surprised by what he’d just said. He stood then, straightening his back and left me standing there, trying to figure out what had just happened.

But a sudden twinge, caused by my anal muscles protesting at having been plugged all day long, brought me back to my present. I turned off the light and closed the door, heading down the hallway. My nerves, made worse by the fact that Sir had required I be plugged all day today, felt like I was half a volt away from a full blown electrocution.

Sir had texted me last evening, a lengthy list with very, VERY specific instructions. He seemed a little disappointed I didn’t actually own a pair of chaps- I’m not really that kind of cowboy. . . but I promised him I’d pick some up next week at the western store that was literally ‘down in the valley,’ 45 minutes away. I’d always been surprised one hadn’t been built closer, considering the rural communities that dotted the rolling fields for a hundred plus miles in every direction, but there probably wasn’t enough quite enough business. We did have more wheat farmers than ranchers up here, so that was probably why.

I assure you, every hurried step down those stairs made sure I wasn’t going to forget that silicone plug! I might have been walking a little bowlegged by the time I reached the main floor, but something like that wasn’t about to get anybody’s attention in this building.

Hurrying out the door, my legs made extra-long strides. Of course each step made that plug move even more, pressing more and more. The sudden feeling of moisture had me glancing down, and I blushed when I realized the effect that plug hitting my prostrate was doing!

I’d never been a real leaker when it came to precum, but I also wasn’t in the habit of walking across campus plugged, either. Especially with these tight Wranglers making sure that plug wasn’t going anywhere! And the thin black thong I was wearing certainly didn’t do anything to absorb it. The wet spot had grown sizably, by the time I’d reached my car. I’d been tempted to clap my hat over my crotch as I was walking, but that would have only made it obvious that something was up! No, my goal was to get out of dodge just as quickly as I could, and not attracting any attention whatsoever!

I settled into my seat and took a quick picture. Then I opened my pants to send the required cage check. Sir responded a moment later with a laughing emoji at the precum spot, and a thumb’s up emoji for the second one. A stopwatch emoji was sent, indicating that time was ticking and he was expecting me soon.

~Leave the cage out while you drive~ was the texted order that came through seconds later.

I turned the key in the ignition, backing out carefully. I wouldn’t drive like an old granny, because I didn’t want to keep him waiting. But there’s no way I was going speed either. I wasn’t about to risk getting pulled over for breaking any driving laws!

With music filling the air around me, I soon escaped the moderately annoying congestion of the roads and headed out to the woods.

To be continued …