Meeting his daddy professor (mxm)- 18+ advised

Shenanigans and unexpected proposals

Cole's POV

I don't even bother replying to him as I have no intention of staying another moment there. What a prick. He could at least find another way of speaking to me. Is he seriously a professor? I have yet to find out what happened to Mrs. Walkings and I think I would prefer her over that condescending asshat. Who am I kidding? With an appearance like that, I would let him do anything to me. Shaking my head, I grab my bag and walk hastily out of the classroom. I am determined to focus on the rest of the classes and put this at the back of my head for now. I will have to meet him at his office for the detention, and who knows what kind of torture, would he put me in. I am about to go to my Poetry class when I hear my name repeatedly.

"Cole! Cole! Are you seriously going to make me chase you around? I look too damn good to be chasing guys around, even if that guy is my best friend. Slow the f**k down. PLEASE!". I sigh and turn around just in time to make Clara, my best friend since forever, collapse on top of me. We both groan from the impact and get up from the cold ground. 

"Clara, as you can probably tell, I am not in the mood for your shenanigans.", I whisper dejectedly. 

She then grabs my face with her hands and gently makes me meet her eyes.

"Baby, don't let that fine as hell asshole get to you. I don't even know what his problem was. It's not like everyone was paying attention to his every word. Well, maybe the usual nerds. But they pay attention to everything, just like you do. So I have to ask you. What happened in there? You never space out that much, Cole.", Clara says looking worried.

"I don't know Clara. I didn't get much sleep at night. I had to close the bar again. Linda must freaking hate my guts because I cannot find another explanation. So that's probably it. I have to remember to thank my neighbor, Ella, for taking care of Tammy. Now let's get going before I am late to this class too.", I say all too quickly, not wanting to repeat the incident and explain myself further. 

Clara, being the expert in reading my face, drops the subject and just nods walking towards her seat. I grab the next one to her, and cautiously with a blank face I ask her what has been bugging me this whole time: "Clara, I know I cut you off pretty quick and I am sorry for that, but who was that asshole?", I say with curiosity.

She just squeals and gets closer to me to gossip about what I have apparently missed.

"Well babe, since you asked so nicely, I am going to tell you.", she says with a pointed look and just stares at me. As we stare at each other for a few moments, I give in and ask her: "Clara ar you going to tell me today please? Or do I have to beg? You know I'll do it", I say laughing, remembering the last time I did that and put her on the spot.

She quickly recovers from the shock after what I have just said to her and replies.

"Oh God no, not again! Fine, I'll tell you.", she grumbles.

I look at her not replying and she continues saying: "The she-devil retired, so the administration brought a new English professor. His name is Devon Steele and my panties got slightly wet, just from his name. I have to get laid tonight. It has been too long it seems.", she says and snickers quietly as the Poetry professor just walked in. I don't pay attention to everything she said, since I am stuck to his name. Devon Steele. It certainly suits him. I bet his abs are hard as steel. And maybe not just his abs... I shivered and divert my train of thought to the professor, who is analyzing Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Raven". It's going to be a long day, that's for sure.

After 4 more agonizing classes, I am done for the day and my mind fills with dread. I don't know what I am anxious about, it's not like he is going to kill me, right? Oh for f**k's sake Cole, stop being such a p***y. He will most likely shout at you a little bit more and chastise you to pay more attention and then get you to make some copies. At least that's what Clara said when she saw my long face at lunch. She had to probe me to make me tell her and when I finally did, the whole campus heard her laughing, making me blush and look down. I had to put on a brave face to cover my nervousness and I walked slowly and steadily to his office. But as luck would have it, a few feet from his office door, my foot got hold up to a carpet, thus resulting in me tripping and falling down. Did I mention I was clumsy? I guess not. I hope to whatever entity is out there that no one saw that, because I would never hear the end of it. The position I was in, was slightly compromising, meaning I was on all four with my ass a little upwards. As I was about to get up, I hear a sharp inhale of breath, or did I imagined it? Professor Steele cleared his throat and got right in front of me, so I had to raise my head to look at him, my face red as a tomato. I thought he would have a little decency to help me get up, but the next word that got out of his mouth made me sit still.

"When I said you have detention with me, that is not what I meant, Mr. Jones. Although I would not mind having a slave around. When you are ready come inside or crawl, whatever you prefer.", he said and walked inside his office, not sparing another glance at me. 

"This day just keeps getting better and better", I whisper. Slowly, I get up from the ground and fix myself for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I try not to let his word get to me. I feel so humiliated, but then if I'm being honest to myself, his words turned me on like no one else has. A thought of me on fours and him having his way with me pass through my mind, but this is not the time for it. I need to get this over and pick up my little sister from the daycare center. I knock on his door and after hearing the asshole say come in, I enter and close the door behind me. I look up to him and he has a lopsided grin on his stupid angel face. Professor Steele says: "I see you found the way to my office. Walking and not crawling this time. Such a shame, it would have been my highlight of the week.".

Before I can hold back, the words flow out of my mouth and I instantly regret them.

"Are you always a pompous asshole or is it that time of the month?", I say loudly. 

From the look on his face, I know I have crossed a line and I am in deep s**t. I hope I can find a way out of this or else I may even be expelled for that kind of behavior. The university has zero-tolerance for bullying and foul language and insulting a professor certainly falls in the second category.

To salvage whatever I can and perhaps persuade him from reporting me, not looking directly at him, but again admiring the floor, I say: "Professor Steele please excuse me for my behavior. I know it was inappropriate of me to talk to you that way. I am having a bad day and I can assure you it won't happen again. Please don't report me. I can't be expelled! Please, I beg you.". Although that bastard definitely deserved that comment, I cannot be petty and throw my whole academic career and future, just for some rude comments from a professor I just met.

My comment is met with silence and I am steadily filled with worry. I build the courage to look at his face and what I see stuns me. He is smirking. HE. IS. SMIRKING. What the heck is wrong with him? Is he not furious like I saw him a minute ago? I am seriously confused by his actions. We are staring at each other for a few minutes, which seems like an eternity. Then he checks his nails, like that is more important than what is at stake here, and I am yet again reminded of his condescending behavior. Before I can give him a piece of my mind, he speaks up: "Well you have found yourself at quite a difficult place, haven't you Mr.Jones? It would be sad for such a brilliant student to be expelled.", all the while maintaining his smirk. 

I am dumbfounded. How did he know that? Did he look up my records? But I am instantly taken out of my thoughts when he continues saying: "I won't report you to the administration on one condition. Do you want to know what that is Mr. Jones? I suggest you paying attention closely this time. You gave me the solution to your predicament actually when I saw you outside my office. It would give me the greatest pleasure of seeing you at my beck and call. So, my condition is this Mr. Jones. If you want me to stay silent, you will be my slave until the end of the year." I freeze. I can't seem to formulate any kind of response and I bet he can tell what kind of effect his words have on me. 

With a stagnant pause, he continues: "By looking at your face, I can tell that you want to think about it and since I am feeling generous, you can take the weekend to think about it and give me your answer on Monday. That is all for now. I believe you can see yourself out."

I am at a loss for words, so I absent-mindedly nod and get the hell out of his office, his words replaying in my head, while I go to pick up Tammy, hoping I am not too late.