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“Ollie! Ollie, wait up!” Trisha shouted, running after him and dodging the people milling outside in between classes. She was one of the few people Ollie knew, so he did stop, feeling himself turning red from all the other students who started staring. They probably thought that Trisha was too pretty to talk to him.
It was hard to get used to all these people. Now that he thought about it, the college probably had more students than his hometown had residents.
It was amazing how alone he could feel even in such a crowded place.
“Hey, Trish.” She was a cool girl. A bit too loud for Ollie’s tastes, but that was fine, most people were.
“Hey,” she said after managing to catch up to him. “Just wanted to ask if you were coming to the party tonight?” She had a hopeful smile, that made Ollie feel almost bad to turn her down.
“Um, yeah. Well, the thing is… I have a… I’m busy,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose.
“Oh.”
It seemed like she was waiting for an explanation, so Ollie cleared his throat awkwardly.
“I have an appointment with Prof. Bower,” he said, “I volunteered for an experiment,” Ollie explained, not like there was anything to hide, but Trisha already teased him enough about his little crush.
“Ooh! Again? I see, well then, best of luck and keep your pants on. Or not, if you’re lucky,” she said with a grin and a wink, already bouncing away towards the dorms.
“Wh…? No! It’s not like that! I’m just going to sleep for him!” he shouted after her, realizing a second too late that maybe he should have kept his mouth shut.
And now people were staring at him again. Great.
***
Luke was just packing up his briefcase when his little protege arrived. Punctuality was a quality he admired, among other things. Like cute, young, impressionable boys ripe for the taking. But that would have to wait.
“Oliver, I’m glad you could make it,” he said with his best smile. It was always a pleasure to see the boy flush in such a lovely way. Seriously, he had no idea why he got such a kick out of it - at least half of his students had crushes on him - but there was something about young Mr Walcott that set his insides on fire.
“Good evening, Professor,” the boy said, quiet and polite. He fiddled with his glasses for a second. it was a nervous habit, but Luke found it charming.
“Ready to go, Oliver?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Very well,” he said, clicking his briefcase shut with finality. After all, today was a big day, even if Oliver had no idea.
***
They made their way to the SDL - the Sleep Disorders Laboratory - that was nestled in the basement of the science building, watching as the campus slowly emptied out around them.
Ollie was excited, though he tried to act cool and casual - a feat he usually had a lot of trouble with. It was nothing really. Yeah, he had a… a crush. That didn’t mean anything. He knew he liked guys since he was a teenager, but never quite had the chance to act on it and he seriously doubted Luke - Prof. Bower - would be the one to break that unfortunate streak of bad luck.
Okay, so he did volunteer for the man. This was actually the fourth time he would spend the night under his care… But he did have trouble sleeping ever since he started attending college two months ago, so nobody could say a word about it. And anyway, he wouldn’t have wanted to get Luke into trouble.
He couldn’t help glancing at the professor as he led the way to the lab. He was a really, really good looking guy - and not just in Ollie’s opinion. He actually heard a rumor that Prof. Bower had a fanpage on facebook… So yeah.
Even if he ever tried acting on his attraction, he was pretty sure he would be turned down in short order - there was no way someone who had so many people lusting after him would ever look at him twice.
But that was nothing new; it was Ollie’s life in a nutshell.
***
Luke unlocked the door, letting them into the lab. Everything looked very professional - as it was supposed to - considering most of the time the SDL was used as intended. But twice a week it was Luke’s and he wasn’t afraid to use it to have a little fun.
“Alright, Oliver. Please get changed while I set everything up,” he said, motioning towards the dressing room. It was a shame that he couldn’t watch the boy get naked, but then again, he would have time to admire him later.
He did everything like he would have with a regular subject - turning on the machines that were supposed to monitor brain activity, heart rate and everything else. It was important to keep up appearances.
Oliver didn’t take too long to get ready. There was something incredibly charming about his powder blue pajamas - it just made Luke want to tear them right off.
The boy was beat red, like always, when he was getting into bed under Luke’s careful gaze.
“As usual, I will be playing some meditative music that should help you relax,” Luke explained as he attached all the wires to his student’s head and arms. They would come off soon enough, but for now he had to act like they would be there until morning.
“All you have to do is close your eyes and sleep. Maybe we will be able to collect enough data to find out what’s causing you to have such restless nights.”
Of course, Oliver’s problems would have been easily fixed by some very light sleeping pills, but the boy didn’t know that, and actually believed that he was partaking in scientific research. Luke loved how naive freshmen were.
Oliver nodded. He seemed even more delectable without his glasses. Luke had a hard time not just eating him all up straight away.
When he was finished, he turned off the lights and went to the monitoring room. He gave a few moments for the boy to get comfortable, enjoying the sight of him fidgeting on the bed through the cameras and then put the quiet music on.
He would wait half an hour before exchanging it to the track that would make Oliver fall under hypnosis.
***
Luke entered the room an hour later with a smile on his face. He took care to be quiet, even though he knew that Oliver wouldn’t wake up even if he fired a cannon, but he did actually like the serenity of the night.
He didn’t say anything at first, just detached all the wires and machines from the boy and pulled the covers off his sleeping body. Ollie was beautiful. Sure, part of his charm was that he had no idea what a lovely little thing he was, but still. Luke really lucked out with him.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked the boy’s face, pushing two of his fingers into his mouth after a few minutes. Oliver started sucking on them instinctively, making Luke smile.
“Hello, my dear little boy, guess who’s here?” he asked after pulling his hand back and starting to work on getting those ridiculous pajamas off.
“Daddy,” Ollie replied, voice soft and polite, just like when he was awake.
“That’s right, Darling. Daddy’s here. Are you ready to have some fun?”
“Yes,” he said, biting his lips, like he was already missing having something between them.
Luke hummed under his breath, unable to stop grinning when he finally had the boy all naked and laid out for him.
“Are you going to be a good boy for Daddy?”
Oliver nodded, eyes closed. His lashes cast soft shadows on his skin. If there was ever a real sleeping beauty, it was young Mr Walcott.
“Good. And what do good little boys want?”
It was a routine question, they started with something like this every time. Somehow, Luke couldn’t get bored with it.
“Good boys want to be stuffed full by their Daddy’s cock… I’m a good boy,” Ollie said, his legs falling open on the lightest touch of Luke’s hand on his knees. He was really a very, very good boy.
“Yes, you are,” Luke assured, getting the lube out from his pocket before losing his jeans. “So, show me that dirty little boycunt of yours.”
Oliver pulled his legs up and reached down, parting his asscheeks obediently. His cute little hole was tight and pink, like it had never been used before. It was a pretty sight, even though Luke knew first hand how much abuse it could take.
He was already hard, so he quickly slicked himself up and then got into position, rubbing the head of his dick against Oliver’s entrance.
Who needed stretching when he had the power of hypnotic suggestion on his side?
“Darling, open your sweet cunt for me, hm? Kiss my nice, big cock hello,” he said, watching with rapt attention as the boy’s eyebrows drew together in concentration. It took a few seconds, but soon enough he could feel the muscles relax, the tight little ring blooming like a flower, ready to suck him right in. It was amazing what one could achieve when he had absolute control over someone’s body.
“That’s it, dear boy, beautiful,” Luke praised, not wasting any more time and pushing in. He could barely hold back from just ramming inside.
Oliver was hot and silky, the feeling of him making his eyes roll back in his head as he was enveloped in that luxurious hole. He couldn’t think of a better thing than being buried deep in someone as truly helpless as the boy was right then. Yeah, he knew that it wasn’t exactly normal, but he lived for the thrill of it.
Luke started fucking him nice and hard. For a while he just enjoyed the sensation and the way Oliver was obviously unaware of what was happening. Yeah, he did reply to his questions, but he was still deeply under hypnosis, only feeling what Luke allowed him to.
He always started out with letting him sleep. It was amazing to watch the boy’s relaxed, soft features - not even twitching, even when Luke was hammering his hole with all the strength he could muster. Seeing that perfect passivity was giving him a powerful rush.
But it wasn’t fun enough on the long run.
“Alright, Darling,” he said, curling over the boy’s body as he fucked him with deep thrusts. “I will count back from five and with every number, you will become more and more aware of what is happening with your body.” He had to stop talking for a second, caught up in simply fucking. It was way too soon to get breathless.
“When I reach one, you will be just a blink away from waking up. You will feel everything that I’m doing, but you will still stay under.”
Luke had to raise his voice a bit - the slapping of skin against skin almost loud enough to overpower his words.
“If I go under one, you are going to wake up...”
It was a bit dangerous, but that was the best part. Not like he actually planned on saying the magical ‘zero’.
“Five.”
Oliver slept on, sweet and unassuming.
“Four.”
There was just the slightest increase in the boy’s breathing. Wonderful.
“Three.”
He couldn’t help thrusting even harder as he watched Oliver’s body come alive under him.
“Two.”
The boy’s fingers twitched, then slowly curled into the covers, gripping them until his knuckles turned white. He was panting now - soft little breaths punched right out of his lovely pink mouth.
“One,” Luke finished, gritting his teeth as Oliver’s hole tightened around him.
“Ah… ah… Daddy…”
Oh, that was just absolutely amazing. Luke clenched his eyes shut as he came, his come splashing into the boy’s hungry cunt, deep enough to stay there for a long time.
He hissed out a yes, collapsing on Oliver. He didn’t move for a few seconds, just riding out the aftershocks and using the boy as a cushion.
Luke shifted and smiled. He couldn’t help feeling a hint of satisfaction when he realized that his sweet Oliver was hard. Perfect little slut.
***
Luke poured himself a drink from his secret stash and pulled a chair up to the bed.
“Do you want to come, Darling?”
“Yeah, please, Daddy!” Oliver sighed, and really. Who could resist such cute begging?
“Very well, sweetheart. I want you to start fingering yourself. Show me how much you love having your little cunt stirred up.”
Oliver moaned, but did as he was told. He planted his feet on the mattress and reached down. The boy didn’t fool around and started with three fingers right away.
Though, he was already well fucked, so it was no wonder.
“That’s it, baby. Get as much in as you can. It’s okay if it hurts a bit. Daddy likes you hurting.”
Luke sipped his scotch quietly as he watched. He kind of wished he could get hard again, what with Oliver trying to ram his whole fist in his own hole, all the while making these desperate little mewls of hurt.
Lovely.
“Excellent, Darling. Start jerking off with your other hand,” he dictated, feeling generous. One of these days he was going to make sweet little Ollie fist himself until he came just from that.
Luke waited - he knew his student’s body enough by now to gauge when he was about to come.
“Come now, Darling, you can do better than that. Be a good boy for Daddy and get all five fingers in there. If you do well, I’ll let you come.”
Oliver moaned, high and pathetic and obeyed. It was obviously painful, but judging by how hard he was, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. The boy’s hand was nothing more than a blur as he jerked his cock, not faltering even when he managed to force his thumb in along with his fingers, making a few tears escape from beneath his closed eyelids.
“Good boy! Just a bit more. You may pinch the head of your cock when I tell you,” Luke told him. Oliver hadn’t been such a needy painslut back when they started, but by now he was becoming a true masochist under his careful grooming.
He waited until the very last second, and when he saw the boy’s balls drawing up tight, he gave him the green light.
“Now, Darling.”
Ollie’s hand stilled, fingers clamping down on the sensitive tip and squeezing. The boy’s mouth opened on a silent scream as he came, back arching off the bed and shooting his come straight on his chest.
Luke couldn’t help chuckling.
***
He let Oliver rest for a few minutes. The night was still young and he wanted to try something new.
After he was finished with his drink and the boy’s breathing was back to normal too, he made him stand up.
He did nothing more than adore his flushed, naked body for a bit. There was something charming in seeing him so relaxed... Oliver caught his eye the first time they’ve met, but the constant, low-grade nervousness radiating from the boy was a bit tiring at times. Now? Now he was loose limbed and sex warmed, just like he should be.
Luke got up and got his little present out of one of the cupboards where he hid it this morning, not wanting to carry it around with him all day in case something happened.
He stepped up to Oliver, putting the thick leather collar around his neck and buckling it in tight.
“Do you know what this is, Darling?”
The boy shifted from one feet to the other, tipping his head a bit.
“No, Daddy,” he replied finally. That was fine.
“It’s a collar, baby. A nice, solid doggie collar,” Luke explained, hooking a finger into the D ring on it and pulling upwards until the leather bit into the boy’s sensitive skin.
“We are going to play a bit, hm? Would you like that? Playing with Daddy?”
“Yes,” Oliver replied without hesitation. Good boy.
“Great, my Darling. Here’s how we are going to play; you are going to be a puppy, and I will be your master.”
Oliver smiled. Nothing much, just a simple, dumb thing to show how eager he was to make his daddy happy. Sweet little slut.
“Get on all fours, Sweetheart,” he said, leaving the boy and pulling his chair to the wall. He was getting hard again, so he started leisurely stroking himself as he watched Oliver obey.
“Very good. You are a doggie, Oliver, understood?”
The boy opened his mouth and then closed it a few times, obviously trying to work out some great enigma. In the end he managed to come to the right conclusion, making Luke smile.
“Woof!”
“That’s it, good boy! Now, go on, sniff around a bit…”
He did, crawling around the floor and occasionally bumping into things. That was fine. It was pretty funny actually.
Oliver stopped from time to time, pressing his nose close to the ground, like he wanted to scent something. He managed to find Luke’s discarded shoes in the corner and immediately started to licking and nibbling on the dirty leather like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Luke stifled a moan, feeling himself getting closer just from the sight. This little experiment ended up hotter than he imagined. But there was still something he wanted to try.
“Come on pup, follow my voice,” he ordered, and Ollie obediently left the shoes alone, starting towards him. The IV stand - that they used to keep the cables of the equipment from getting tangled on the floor - was in his way, and he almost toppled it over in his hurry. The boy stopped with a confused little frown. Just what he needed.
“You know what that is, Oliver? It’s a lamp post! What do good doggies do when they find a nice lamp post?”
His hand was stripping his cock faster, waiting to see if it would work.
To his amazement, Oliver gave one of those dumb grins again and shifted, lifting one of his legs.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Luke moaned, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of always reserved, uptight little Ollie pissing on the floor like a fucking dirty mutt.
Shit. The smell of urine filled the room and nudged him just that fraction closer to the edge.
“Good dog, Ollie, very good dog. Now get over here, you naughty puppy, and get your treat,” he said, barely holding on.
He was pretty sure he would be coming for the second time that night the instant he had the boy choking on his cock.
Fuck, Oliver was going to tire him out, but at least he won’t have trouble falling asleep.