Chapter 124: My student owns my hole -2

Professor Emrys stepped into the lecture hall three days later and felt the air change the moment his eyes found the back row.

Riven sat in the same corner seat with his legs spread just wide enough and one hand resting low under the desk.

The memory of the past few days event came crashing down on him, which led to blood rushing down his third leg.

He remembered the belt striking his skin. He remembered the thick cock stretching him open over his own desk. He remembered the taste of the student’s release still on his tongue when he had cleaned him afterward.

His cock twitched inside his trousers before he even reached the podium.

He set his notes down and tried to begin the lecture. His voice stayed steady for the first few minutes, but every time he glanced toward the back Riven’s hand shifted.

The younger man rubbed the clear outline of his cock through his jeans in slow, deliberate strokes, never looking away from Emrys.

The professor’s concentration fractured. He lost his place in the notes twice and had to clear his throat before he could continue.

Halfway through the hour Emrys walked the aisle to hand out a short worksheet. When he reached Riven’s desk the student leaned forward just enough for his breath to brush the older man’s ear.

"I still feel you clenching around me when I close my eyes," Riven whispered. "You took every inch so well. I keep thinking about how red your ass looked after the belt."

Emrys’s fingers tightened on the stack of papers. Heat flooded his face and dropped straight to his groin. His cock filled fast and pressed against the zipper.

He moved on without answering, but Riven’s voice followed him in a low murmur only the two of them could hear.

"You are already hard, Professor. I can see it. Keep walking. I want to watch that bulge the rest of the class."

Emrys returned to the front and forced himself through the remaining material. Riven never stopped the subtle movement under the desk.

Every few minutes the student’s tongue wet his lower lip while he stared straight at the professor.

Emrys felt sweat gather at the small of his back. By the time he dismissed the class his cock ached and a wet spot had formed against his underwear.

He waited until the room emptied, then spoke without looking up from his notes. "Riven. My office. Now."

Riven gathered his things with an unhurried smile and followed him down the hall.

Once the office door closed and the lock clicked Riven set his bag on the floor and turned the chair around so it faced the open space in the center of the room.

"Stand right there," Riven said. He pointed to the middle of the carpet.

"Take your belt off and hand it to me. Then open your pants and pull everything down to your thighs."

Emrys obeyed. The leather belt passed from his hand to Riven’s. He shoved his trousers and briefs down until they bunched around his thighs.

His cock sprang free, already fully hard and leaking at the tip. Riven walked a slow circle around him and dragged the folded belt across the older man’s ass cheeks.

"You lost focus the entire lecture because of me," Riven said. "That means you are a desperate whore with a tight hole. Stroke yourself. Slow. Use your right hand only."

Emrys wrapped his fingers around his shaft and began to stroke. The first few pulls dragged a soft sound from his throat. Riven watched with calm interest and rested the belt against one shoulder.

"Faster now. Get yourself right to the edge. I want to see your balls tighten."

Emrys increased the pace. His hips rocked forward into his fist. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the office. Heat built fast in his gut. His breathing turned ragged.

Just as the first sharp pulse of orgasm threatened to break free Riven’s voice cut through.

"Stop. Hands off."

Emrys released his cock with a frustrated groan. The shaft bobbed in the air, dark and shiny with precum. Riven stepped closer and tapped the underside of it with the folded belt.

"Again. Stroke until you are about to come. Then stop the second I say."

Emrys took hold of himself once more. He stroked with longer pulls this time, twisting his wrist at the head the way that always pushed him over.

His thighs tensed. His free hand clenched at his side. The edge rushed up faster than before.

"Stop."

He yanked his hand away. A thick bead of precum dripped from the tip and landed on the carpet.

His cock twitched hard enough that it slapped against his stomach. Riven smiled and circled him again.

"You look desperate already. One more time. Make it good. I want you shaking."

Emrys obeyed. He stroked with short, urgent motions. His mouth fell open. Soft broken sounds slipped out. The pressure in his balls grew almost unbearable.

Sweat rolled down his temple. He was one stroke away from spilling when Riven spoke again.

"Hands behind your back. Now."

Emrys locked his fingers together at the small of his back. His cock stood rigid and neglected, the head an angry red.

Riven set the belt on the desk and stepped in close enough that their chests almost touched.

He reached down and gave the older man’s balls a firm, deliberate squeeze that stopped just short of pain.

"You are not going to come today," Riven said. "I am not going to touch your cock. I am not going to fuck you. I am not going to let you finish yourself. You stay exactly like this. Hard, leaking and desperate."

Emrys’s voice came out rough. "Please."

Riven shook his head. "No. You spent an entire class trying to keep your eyes off me while I played with myself. This is what that costs. Stay hard for me until I decide you have earned relief."

He walked to the door, unlocked it, and glanced back. Emrys still stood in the center of the room with his pants around his thighs, his cock jutting out, untouched and aching and his hands behind his back.

"Pull your clothes up but leave the belt on the desk. Go teach your next class like this. Every time you feel that need you will remember who put it there. Remember, you are not allowed to touch yourself and cum without my say so."

Riven stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind him. Emrys remained frozen for several long seconds.

His cock throbbed in time with his pulse. He finally bent, pulled his trousers back into place, and fastened them with unsteady fingers.

The pressure of the fabric against his neglected erection made him bite back a sound.

He left the belt where Riven had placed it and sank into his chair.

The next lecture waited in fifteen minutes. He already knew he would stand at the podium with a hard cock and the memory of Riven’s voice telling him he was not allowed to come.

The denial sat heavy and electric in his gut. He pressed the heel of his hand against the outline once, then forced himself to stop.

The student had given an order. Emrys intended to keep it.