I wrote this story in the first person.
My name is Hendrick Thomas. Nineteen years ago, I was in my Junior year of college. I did pretty well academically, though like every other College Boy and Girl, I liked to have fun and hit the bar and party circuit.
I had this Political Science class. We were required to write a paper that would account for forty percent of my grade in the Spring Semester. I had completed my paper and turned it in.
One day, I got a text message from Professor Silas Jones. Professor Jones asked me to come by his office. When I arrived, here is how the conversation went.
Professor Jones: Mr. Thomas, I was reading your paper, and I see signs of plagiarism. You know, this is a form of cheating Mr. Thomas, and if I take this to the administration, and my findings are upheld, you can be dismissed from the university.
Hendrick: What was the plagiarism?
Professor Jones: Read pages 15, 18 and 23. You did not document your sources properly. Unfortunately, this is a good paper, and I would hate to have to take this to the next level.
Hendrick: What can I do to rectify the problem? I want to resolve the problem, and I don't want to get kicked out of school.
Professor Jones: Well, there might be another way. Can you come to my house on Saturday to discuss this further?
Hendrick: Well, I am working as a Life Guard at the pool Saturday morning from 9:00 AM to 1:00 PM. I could come after that.
Professor Jones: Fine. When you are off work, you come immediately to my house, and no need to dress to impress.
Hendrick: Thank You. I will see you on Saturday afternoon.
On Saturday my shift was over. I put on a long sleeve tee shirt, and my New Balance sneakers with no socks, and went to the Professor's house. Professor Jones invited me in. I sat down in a chair across from his desk, and we started to talk.
Professor Jones: Hendrick, I think you wrote a good paper, and had forgotten to document some sources. I don't want to fail you, and I don't want to take this to the administration, but I think you need to contemplate your error. Hendrick, do you remember what High School detention was like?
Hendrick: Well Sir, I did not get in much trouble in High School, but I did have about two or three detentions over the four years in High School.
Professor Jones: Good, then you remember when you are in detention, how slowly time goes. It almost stops.
Hendrick: I certainly do remember that. You said that I need to contemplate my error, so what do you have in mind.
Professor Jones: Well, I put you in a leather hood where all light is sealed out. You will lay on your back on the rope bench for three hours while you contemplate this error.
Hendrick: Well, that don't sound to bad.
Professor Jones: Well Hendrick, there is another twist. Being you will be left alone, your wrists and ankles will be tied to the rope bench.
Hendrick: You mean you are going to tie me up?
Professor Jones: Yes Hedrick, I am if you agree to this. Have you ever been tied up before?
Hendrick: No Sir.
Professor Jones: Have you thought about it?
Hendrick: Of course.
Professor Jones: Well Hendrick, what is it going to be? I can promise I will not harm you.
Hendrick: Will this get me a decent grade on my paper?
Professor Jones: Of course it will.
Hendrick: Okay, I will do this.
Professor Jones: Good Hendrick, now give me your cell phone. You will get it back when you leave.
I gave Professor Jones my cell phone. He told me to stand up. He then placed a leather hood over my head, and tied it tight.
Professor Jones: Can you see anything Hendrick?
Hendrick: No Sir, I can't.
Professor Jones: I can see this is arousing you, isn't it?
Hendrick: Well Sir, to be honest a little.
Professor Jones then takes me into a room I have never seen before. I am laid on the rope bench. My right wrist is placed into a restraint and secured to the bench. The same is done with the left. Rope is now taken where my right ankle is tied to the bench, then the left. I know I am not going anywhere..
Professor Jones: How are you feeling Hendrick?
Hendrick: I am feeling a bit nervous.
Professor Jones: You are aroused, aren't you?
Hendrick: Yes Sir.
Professor Jones then pinched off a nostril, and told me to inhale and hold it for ten seconds. After I inhaled, the did the same thing with the other nostril.
Professor Jones: How are you feeling now Hendrick?
Hendrick: I am feeling a nice head rush, and have a nice warm feeling. What was that?
Professor Jones: Poppers, did you like them?
Hendrick: I did.
Professor Jones then repeats the scene with the poppers. I am feeling a nice head rush and nice and warm. I can feel my cock very hard inside my shorts. My wrists and ankles are pulling at the restraints, but I am not going anywhere.
Professor Jones: I am not going to gag you Hendrick, but if you talk, I will come back and gag you. Do you understand?
Hendrick: Yes Sir.
Professor Jones left the room. For some odd reason, I was loving the fact that my cock was hard in my shorts and I could not do anything about it. I was enjoying my bondage predicament, and I slowly drifted off into a nice headspace.
Professor Jones did come back a number of times to feed me Poppers. He would walk into the room without saying a word. He would have me inhale just as he did the first time. With each time, I was enjoying the head rush and the warm feeling. I then drifted off to sleep.
I woke up, and I felt a wet spot in my crotch area. I knew I had a wet dream. I tried to move my wrists and ankles, but I was still tied to the bench. My crotch was wet and my feet were sweaty inside my sneakers. I was forced to endure my situation as I drifted in and out of a nap. This was a combination of pleasure and torment. I was pulling against the rope and restraints getting more aroused. I felt my toes curl inside my sneakers and shot another load into my shorts, being careful not to make a sound so I would not get gagged. I now wanted out, but I was forced to continue my predicament.
Professor Jones came in and looked at me.
Professor Jones: Hendrick, do you know you must have had an awesome wet dream.
Hendrick: I know, I think I shot twice.
Professor Jones: Well Hendrick, you did. Your three hours is up, and it is time for me to untie you.
My ankles were untied, then my wrists. I was helped off the rope bench and the hood was taken off.
Professor Jones: Well Hendrick, what did you think of the punishment?
Hendrick: Well Sir, time just seemed to crawl. I felt like I was tied up for twelve hours. I was aroused, and fell asleep. When I woke up, I just could not move, and I drifted in and out of sleep.
Professor Jones: Well Hendrick, I just want you to know, other than me feeding you the Poppers, I did not touch you in any way.
Hendrick: Thank You Sir.
Professor Jones: I have reconsidered and re read your paper. You will be receiving a B plus for this paper. I did have to take points off for your error.
Hendrick: Well, Thank You Sir.
Professor Jones: If you have a change of shorts in the car, you are welcome to change.
I went out to the car, got a clean pair of shorts, and changed into them. Professor Jones gave me back my cell phone. I was off the grid for about three and a half hours.
Professor Jones: Hendrick, you know, what went on here this afternoon is strictly confidential.
Hendrick: Don't worry Sir, I won't. I actually found out a lot about myself this afternoon.
Professor Jones: Good Hendrick, you have a good rest of the weekend.
Hendrick: You to sir.
We shook hands and left. I did finish up the class with Professor Jones, and actually got an A for the class, though I never did take another class with Professor Jones. After my afternoon with Professor Jones, it got me hooked on bondage. I did meet a couple of guys who tied me up my Senior Year and played around with me, and got me off. I graduated College and got a job
It has been nineteen years since the encounter with Professor Jones. I have had a few jobs since College. I never got married or had children. I do date women occasionally, but I have found out that I was a bondage and sneaker fiend, and enjoyed being tied up by guys while wearing sneakers or tying up guys who were wearing their sneakers, and met some pretty awesome guys who are into the scene. I do have good friends who are bondage friends, and other friends who have no idea about my bondage hobby, and this suits me just fine.
For nineteen years, I did keep my Saturday afternoon experience with Professor Jones confidential, and never told anyone. At the time I was in college, Professor Jones was Widowed with no children. Professor Jones retired about twelve years after I graduated and died a year later. Knowing this, I was now free to share my afternoon encounter with any embarrassment to him or his family.
College is a huge learning experience, and that afternoon, I discovered a lot about myself that I may have never found out otherwise.
