LOGINProfessor Wyatt’s POV“Professor… let me take you to your home. You shouldn’t be alone like this. I can help you feel better than this.” Lucas said, looking at me with dark hungry eyes. I just nodded, too tired and weak to talk. Lucas helped me up, helped me grabbed my clothes, put it on for me, and led me out of the bar through the back door. I was stil drunk all these while and was just following what he did. He called a cab and kept his arm around me the whole time. When we got to my house, he paid the driver and helped me inside.The second the door closed behind us, I grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him hard against the wall in my living room. I kissed him roughly, almost biting his lips. He moaned into my mouth and started pulling at my clothes. I didn’t stop him. I needed this. I needed to fuck keep fucking him hard to get the image of Bryce and Jonathan out of my head.I tore Lucas’s shirt open, the buttons flying everywhere. I pushed him down onto the couch. He la
Professor Wyatt’s POVBefore I knew what was happening, Lucas’s lips were on mine. He kissed me hard and desperately, like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. It caught me completely off guard.I should have pushed him away. I should have gotten angry and asked him what the fuck he thought he was doing but the second his mouth touched mine, all I could see was Bryce fucking Jonathan. Anger and pain mixed together inside me so bad that instead of pushing Lucas away, I grabbed him by the neck and kissed him back brutally. It wasn’t a nice kiss, it was punishing. I bit his lip hard, shoved my tongue into his mouth, and took what I wanted. Lucas moaned into the kiss, his hands grabbing my shirt like he couldn’t get close enough.We started tearing at each other’s clothes, breathing heavy and fast. I pushed him against the wall of the small room and sucked hard on his neck, leaving dark marks. He whimpered and rubbed his hard cock against my thigh.I didn’t care about b
Professor Wyatt’s POVMy head was burning and I could see was Bryce’s hips slamming into Jonathan, with that smug look on his face as he wore my mask and fucked him deeply. The image wouldn’t leave me no matter how hard I tried to drink it away.I was sitting at the bar, glass after glass in front of me. The whiskey burned my throat but it wasn’t strong enough to wash away the pain in my chest. I kept ordering more, slamming the empty glasses down and waving for another. The bartender gave me a weird look but kept pouring without asking questions. I was glad that he didn’t.I didn’t know how long I had been there but I knew that I was really drunk. My thoughts kept spinning back to the playroom, Bryce pounding into Jonathan, the way Jonathan moaned his name, the way he clung to him like he belonged there and it made me sick.“Professor… are you okay?”A voice said, close to my ears. I spun around so fast on the stool that the whole bar tilted and spun with me. I winced and grabbed the
Jonathan’s POVI watched Bryce grab the lube from the bed side drawer, dump a huge amount on his hand, and reach down for my ass. He shoved two fingers inside me at once, making me scream into the pillow, my fingers clawing at the sheets. He pumped them in and out fast, stretching me open. When he added a third finger and curled them against that spot inside me, my whole body shuddered and a raw sound tore out of my throat.“You’re so tight, Jonathan,” he whispered, leaning down to lick the sweat off my shoulder. “Such a tight little hole for me.”He pulled his fingers out with a wet sound and positioned himself behind me. I felt the fat head of his cock press against my entrance. He gripped my hips hard, fingers digging into my skin, and slammed into me in a brutal thrust.I shrieked, the sound loud and broken. He was so thick, stretching me wide. He stayed still for a second, buried to the balls, letting me feel all of him. Then he started moving.He wasn’t gentle as he hammered i
Jonathan’s POVBryce fucked me like he was angry, his hips snapping hard against my ass. Every thrust made my body jolt forward. He grabbed my hips tight and pulled me back onto his cock over and over.“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice low and nasty. “You wanted me to stop being nice?”“Yes,” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”He laughed and spanked my ass hard. The sharp sting made my hole squeeze around him. He kept spanking me while he pounded me, turning my cheeks red and hot. I was moaning like a slut, pushing my ass back for more.Suddenly he pulled out and flipped me onto my back. He climbed on top and shoved his cock back inside me. This time he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand and used the other to choke my throat lightly.“Look at me while I fuck you,” he ordered.I stared up at him, my eyes watering as he drove his cock deep. He fucked me with short, brutal thrusts, grinding against my prostate every time. His hand around my throat made everything feel more intens
Jonathan’s POVBryce had to step out to make an important call, so I finally had some time alone. I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, my body still sore and aching from everything we did last night. My ass felt swollen and used, and every small movement reminded me of how many times Bryce fucked me.I had gone through so many emotions since yesterday that my head was spinning. I still couldn’t believe what I found out. When I walked into the playroom and saw that mask and the tattoo ink, I thought my heart was going to stop. In my head, I had played out the scene a hundred times of how I would confront the person, get angry, maybe even try to fight them. I wasn’t sure I could actually beat anyone up, but I wanted to feel like I had some control. I wanted to have the upper hand.But that’s not what happened at all.Instead, I broke down on the floor, and when Bryce walked in and admitted everything, I was in total shock. I never once thought the mystery man could be him. My tra







