Professor 4

The morning sun was barely up when the message came:

Room 316. Wear nothing under your clothes. Arrive 15 minutes before lecture.

His heart hammered. He knew Maddox was preparing something new. Something worse.

When he arrived, Maddox was waiting with a heavy chain and a metal weight gleaming under the cold light. His eyes dark, unreadable.

“No talking. No touching yourself. And no complaining.”

He swallowed, nodding.

Maddox secured a heavy metal ring around his cock base, locking it in place, then attached the cold chain—and finally, the heavy weight dangled low, pulling fiercely down with every step.

“Try to act normal,” Maddox said, voice low. “Your lecture starts in five.”

Clothes went on—tight jeans, a loose shirt that did little to hide the subtle bulge and heavy pull between his legs. Every step was a challenge, the weight swinging, tugging, making his cock ache mercilessly.

In the crowded lecture hall, he sat stiffly in the back row, every movement a sharp reminder of what he carried beneath.

Maddox’s gaze caught his from the front, eyes flickering with cruel amusement.

He fought to focus on the professor’s words, but every shift, every scribble of notes, sent jolts of pressure through his cock. His breath hitched; his thighs clenched together, desperate to hide the growing wetness spreading in his underwear.

“Stay still,” a whisper vibrated in his ear—though no one else was close. Maddox’s hand had slid down his back, fingers digging into his hip under his shirt.

The lecture dragged on torturously slow.

Minutes felt like hours.

His body begged for release. His mind screamed to be free.

But Maddox had the final say.

The lecture dragged on, each minute heavier than the last. He sat rigid in the back row, every nerve screaming from the relentless tug of the weight chained to his cock. The fabric of his jeans pressed tight against it, sending jolts of pressure that spread through his hips, down to his thighs. Every slight movement—a shift in his seat, a scratch on his notebook—made the metal chain swing, reminding him of Maddox’s control, unrelenting and merciless.

His breathing was shallow, lips parted as he fought to stay focused on the professor lecturing at the front—the words blurring as desire and pain collided in a maddening storm beneath his calm exterior.

From across the room, Maddox’s eyes locked onto his. A cold smirk played at his lips, as if silently commanding, hold it. Don’t even think about relief.

The tension was unbearable. His cock pulsed hard, painfully hard, slick leaking through the thin fabric of his underwear. He clenched his thighs tightly, desperate to hide the growing wetness, praying no one noticed the subtle outline or the faint wet spot.

Every glance Maddox sent was a silent reminder: You’re mine. You’ll endure this. You won’t break.

The minutes stretched endlessly.

His body was trembling, legs weak, heart pounding so loudly he feared it might give him away.

Just as the professor moved to the next slide, a sudden sharp tug from the chain caught him off guard, making him nearly gasp aloud. Maddox’s hand was suddenly on his back, fingers digging into his hip beneath his shirt, steadying him and sending a fierce pulse of ownership straight through his core.

Not yet. Not until I say.

He bit down on his lower lip, fighting back a moan, praying for the lecture to end.

Finally, the session came to a close.

As students began packing up, Maddox whispered, “Now, come with me.”

His legs barely supported him as he rose, the weight still heavy and unforgiving.

Outside the hall, Maddox pulled him into a quiet corridor, the door clicking shut behind them.

Without warning, Maddox yanked his jeans down, exposing the swollen, leaking cock, the chain still locked tight around its base, the heavy metal weight pulling relentlessly.

“You held it,” Maddox said, voice low and satisfied. “But I want to see how long you can last.”

He grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers.

“On your knees.”

Obedient but trembling, he dropped to his knees.

Maddox’s hand gripped his hair, tilting his head back as he pressed the vibrating toy against his leaking tip.

The buzz was immediate, overwhelming.

“Beg for release.”

His voice was broken, desperate.

“Please, Professor… please… let me cum…”

Maddox smiled cruelly.

“Not yet.”

The vibration increased, Maddox pinching his nipples hard as the boy writhed, the heavy chain tugging with every shudder.