"One of these days I'm gonna fuck that ass instead of grabbing it" Matthew said with a grin. The match was over. He won again. Dalton mouthed the words "fuck you" and smiled to his teammate.
Wrestling practice was over. Dalton was used to such comments. His round firm buttocks had attracted eyes, fanny pats and comments since he was a little kid.
And he knew that someday indeed someone would do more then pat his butt when he was ready.
In the meantime his goal was maintaining his wrestling scholarship to get through college, perhaps try for the Olympics, get endorsement deals and have a great life.
"Miller, Professor Carnal wants you" The coach said adding "again" his expression was sad and Dalton knew he was in trouble.
"Son, I can't just give you a passing grade so you can wrestle, that's not what we do here" Carnal said "even though I was into athletics when I was in college, I had to study."
He had warned Dalton before. "This is it" He said closing the file folder.
Dalton sat across the man's desk. The office was small, surrounded with books and a poster of the man in his swim trunks during his own years in college.
"You look great "Dalton said "Did you just get it, were you smart or what?" He stood by the poster with his finger on it.
Carnal sighed "No I was average, so yes I had to study and got someone to tutor me when I was in the middle of swim meets"
"Can I get a tutor?" Dalton asked then added "Would you tutor me?" His finger moved over the poster on top of Carnal's swim suit. He knew what he was doing.
"Tutoring won't help you now. I have to put a grade in tomorrow morning and frankly son yours is below average.
"Then I'm fucked" Dalton said moving his fingers to his own crotch area.
"No you just have to bring up the grade before the end of semester" Carnal said, his eyes following the boy's fingers.
"Without a passing grade, I'm off the team, no scholarship. I can't afford to stay here, I'm fucked" Dalton said plopping back in the chair.
"I can't even find a Daddy Warbucks to pay my way" he said.
"What?"
"You know an older guy who likes me to uh sponsor me." Dalton looked at the floor.
"No other source of money?" Carnal moved from behind his desk and sat on the edge facing the boy.
"No Sir" Dalton looked up at the man. He was older, in decent condition, kind of handsome. "Do you still work out?"
"What? OH yea swim still, gotta to keep the weight down; you'll see when you get my age. What about your folks?"
"No folks don't have any money. There's only my Mom and she works to keep her head above water and take care of my two sisters. I could get a job but even that won't pay the tuition here. Fuck! I'm just too fucking late." Dalton stood and walked to the window.
"God gave me this build, I'm pretty good wrestler, that's my talent, always been average at other things" he said "I should have taken your advice months ago, I know. Sorry" He turned back towards Carnal.
"What about cutting your expenses?"
"How do I do that? I have to eat."
"Well instead of living in the apartment you told me about, you could find a place to live for free, you know in exchange for chores and stuff."
"Kind of like a houseboy?" Dalton hoped his plan was working.
"Kind of. I know some uh men that would love to have a boy like you walking around the place." Carnal said "I mean working around, you know keeping an eye on things."
"I still have to pay tuition, and that ain't cheap. Maybe the Dean like hot guys?" he smiled evilly.
Carnal laughed "I think his wife might object and he would certainly object to one around distracting her."
"Yea, face it. I'm fucked" Dalton slapped his own butt "and not in a good way."
"What would you do to stay here?" Carnal locked the door to the office quietly.
"I'd do anything legal of course" Dalton said turning from the window. "Hell maybe I could have an affair with someone in admin so they'd hide the grades."
"Tell you what. I'll make the grade just passing. That will give you time to get a tutor and study to bring it up."
"But?" Dalton said
"What do you mean?"
"We're making a deal right? There's always a but." Dalton said "And that's ok depending on the deal."
"You're right. You're not as dumb as you pretend are you?" Carnal sat back on the desk. His legs bumped against Dalton's. The boy moved them apart as if to welcome the man.
"Will you tutor me?" Dalton said "That way you know I'm really trying and can do whatever you train me to do. Ask the Coach I'm good at that."
"The Coach and you?" Carnal asked.
"Oh NO not that. I mean he's been training me to wrestle. But I know I need another kind of training." Dalton added a strong "SIR".
"Hmmm that's a good idea. I'll think about it. You will have chores to do of course. And I'll make sure you study. No messing around with girls or parties or that kind of stuff. Until you get your grades where they should be."
"Don't worry about the girls Sir" Dalton unbuttoned his shirt two buttons revealing his smooth chest. "What kind of chores?"
"Cleaning, painting, I have a uh playroom that needs straightening up after the weekends" Carnal cupped his own crotch to adjust himself. He wasn't sure the boy should notice his cock was hardening.
Daltondid notice. "Yes Sir. I once had to paint the inside of a man's house this past summer. I had to be naked so the paint didn't drip. The guy didn't mind, paid me more. I think he liked seeing a naked kid like me all the time."
"Good you understand" Carnal moved his hand away.
"Yes Sir. Do you want me to be your houseboy?" Dalton asked "That way I can report to you after classes and practice so you can keep an eye on me."
"That might work" Carnal said "But how do I know you aren't just flirting with me the way you're doing." He put his finger on Dalton's bare chest and moved it downward.
"Sir I need the help, seriously. What can I do to prove I'm serious?" Dalton responded. "I could give you something I've been saving."
"What's that?" Professor Carnal stood and turned towards his desk.
"My ass" Dalton said.
"What?"
"My butt. I'm a virgin." He said "But I'll give it to you right here, right now to seal the deal. After that you own me Sir" Dalton said standing and unbuttoning his shirt.
"Not sure about that." Carnal said "That would make me some kind of a perverted faculty member. I could get fired for it, which you know don't you?"
"And I could get kicked out of this place if I don't get the grades. I can't get a scholarship anywhere else. I'll end up washing cars for a living" Dalton tossed his shirt aside and began to unbutton his jeans.
"So it is a deal we're making right?" Carnal watched as the boy peeled his jeans open revealing his hard cock. H wasn't wearing underwear.
"Fuck me Sir. I need it and it looks like you do too. I give you my virgin ass in exchange for you saving my life." Dalton moved to the desk and bent over it.
"Nice" Carnal's hand moved over the boy's smooth asscheeks "I've watched you wrestle and seen these through those damn white singlets you wear. I've been turned on every time.
"Thank you Sir" Dalton said shivering as the man's finger crossed over his virgin butthole puckered but slowly opening at the sensation.
Carnal pushed his thickness inside ignoring the boy's reaction. "Its ok son, keep breathing, you're in training now"
The cock filled him up, like the dildos, fingers and other objects Dalton had used for years while he masturbated. But a cock a real cock felt even better. It stuffed him, traveled through him and made Dalton ache for more.
"I should have done this long ago" he confessed to the man who was claiming him. "Fuck me Sir, make me your bitch" he pleaded as Carnal moved his cock forward and backwards.
"Oh shit kid you're tight, we'll have to find a way to keep you that way" Carnal said while his mind filled with images of ways he would train his new charge, new things he'd introduce to he boy, how the kid would stay naked when at his house and wrestle while he watched other naked teammates.
"Oh shit Sir, that's fantastic, you're so huge" Dalton said slapping the table top.
Carnal slapped the boy's ass. "Shut the fuck up, we need to be quiet here. At my house in my playroom you can be noisy but not here."
"Playroom? Sir? Is that where you train your slaves?" Dalton blurted out terms that revealed his own fantasies, interests, internet searches and desires.
"Yes it is boy, you'll be there soon" Carnal slammed several times as his guts released the type of sex venom his body had created into the boy's bowels.
"Wow" Dalton panted lying on the desk. He knew the man had cum inside him. He was no longer a virgin.
"Turn around and kneel boy" Carnal said in a deep voice.
Dalton scrambled to obey and was soon looking up at the dripping dick Carnal held.
"Your first job is to clean my cock"
Daltonlicked the man's piss slit swallowing the droplets of cum.
"Did I do ok Sir? Was my ass ok?"
"You will go back to your apartment and pack. Remain shirtless. Wait for me to drive over and pick you up" the man wiped his wet cock on Dalton's cheek.
"Your training has begun" Carnal moved to his desk and clicked on the computer. "You now have a barely passing grade. At anytime you don't obey me, you break our contract and end our deal, understand?"
Dalton still kneeling responded, "Yes Sir"
"I own you now right?" Carnal said standing at the door.
"Yes Sir I need to be owned, controlled, taught and trained" Dalton said as he dressed himself.
"Apparently you do." Carnal stepped aside opening the door. He didn't know if his job was in jeopardy or not. The boy seemed smart enough to plan all that had happened or if the boy knew of his plan.
And it wasn't the first time he had lost a job by bending a student over his desk.
Daltonleft the office. The feeling of the man's dick inside him remained. His own cock was still hard and dripping inside his jeans.
He was saved. His scholarship would remain. His career as a wrestler would continue. That is IF the man was serious. Dalton could do worse. The Professor wasn't that old, he was still fit and his cock felt great. He used terms like "training", "playroom" and "houseboy".
If the man just wanted sex and would flunk him, Dalton could go to the administration and tell them what happened. He'd get another chance then, but only maybe.
"Wasup?" one of his jock roommates asked as he ran in.
"Uh got a long term work thing goin. Have to get my stuff" he packed some clothes and books and carried them out in a box and suitcase.
"You movin out?"
"We'll see how it goes."
"OH got a bitch huh? Just remember no sex before meets" the guy said downing the can of beer he clutched.
Dalton stood by the curb. Then he remembered and put the box down. Removing his shirt, he realized there had always been a need to obey inside him.
That's when his wrestling talents emerged when his High School coach began to train him. And his college wrestling career got better because his Coach took charge of him turning him from a high school kid into a serious athlete.
Now he would be trained by another man to turn him into a smarter student, that is if the man was serious and just didn't want to fuck a bubble butt.
The car stopped suddenly. Dalton looked to see Professor Carnal in the convertible he always drove.
"You ready to change your life boy?" the man said. He looked serious, neither smiling or frowning.
"Yes Sir" Dalton responded correctly.
"Put your stuff in the trunk and report here"
Daltonhad spent the first two weeks of his new life learning how much he needed someone taking a strong charge of him. He cleaned, painted and studies. He listened to his Master tutor him.
He spent a night in the playroom during one of the man's special parties, learning about bondage, leather, and punishment and being a slave..then spent hours cleaning up the playroom, a chore that would be his ongoing work.
He began to understand the math theories he had been hearing before but not learning.
His Coach told him he was wrestling better, concentrating more patting his butt. "Must be your new tutor".
"So Bubble when are you gonna let me fuck that virgin butt of yours?" Matthew said as he often did when they were joking around.
"Well it's no longer virgin" Dalton said.
"Fuck, well sloppy seconds can be fun" Matthew's rippled torso looked hot wet from the shower.
"If you're serious, tell you what. You can come over Saturday after the meet. My uh, Master will have to give us permission."
"Master? What kind of crap are you into?" Matthew still smiled as he dressed.
"Just uh some school training. We may have to wrestle while he watches us, then who knows?" Dalton slapped his still naked butt "this could be the prize."
He had completed another task his Master gave him. "Bring over a teammate so you two can wrestle naked. If you have to offer him sex". Professor had instructed him.
Dalton liked to obey almost as much as he liked getting fucked.