After Class Punishment

Chapter 5: The Cabin Getaway

The weekend came as a fragile lifeline.

Professor Adrian had made the decision late on Thursday night after yet another threatening message from the unknown number. They couldn’t keep meeting on campus anymore. The risks had grown too high, the walls too thin. So he told Liam to pack a small bag and meet him at the edge of town on Friday evening for a small weekend getaway.

The drive to the cabin was quiet at first. The city lights slowly faded behind them, replaced by dark trees and winding roads. Adrian’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his mind heavy with lust, guilt, desire, and fear. Liam sat in the passenger seat, his green eyes occasionally glancing at him, saying nothing.

Only when the road narrowed and the forest grew thicker did Adrian finally speak.

“I have a small cabin up here,” he said quietly. “It’s secluded. No one knows about it except me. We’ll be safe for the weekend.”

Liam nodded, his voice soft. "No need to explain prof, i trust you.”

The cabin was modest but beautiful, it was exactly as Adrian remembered... fine wooden walls, a large stone fireplace, and wide glass doors that opened to the forest. The moment they stepped inside and locked the door, the weight of the university, the blackmail, and the constant fear seemed to lift only for a little while. No risk of someone knocking or catching them together, it's Just the two of them and the quiet of the woods.

“Come here... come to daddy,” Adrian said softly

Liam walked into his arms shy like a little kid that needs guidance, he took Adrian lips and kiss him deeply, the kiss stirred everything they hadn’t been able to say on campus.

“Tonight is for us, we will take all the time we need...no rushing, no games and definitely no punishment,” Adrian whispered, brushing a strand of dark hair from Liam’s forehead. “

Liam looked up at him, his green puppy likd eyes soft and lustful. “Yes, Professor, take all of me.”

Adrian carried him off the ground like a newly wedded bride and moved to the bed. He laid Liam down gently and spent long minutes exploring him with hands and lips. He opened him up carefully with slick fingers, kissing the inside of his thighs, sucking marks that only they would see. When he finally pushed inside, it was face to face, slow and deep.

They moved together for what felt like hours... sensual, intimate, almost reverent. Adrian’s hips rolled in long strokes, dragging against every sensitive spot inside Liam. Their foreheads stayed pressed together, eyes locked, breaths mingling.

“Adrian…” Liam whispered, the name full of emotion. “I think i’m falling deeply in love with you. Its not just the punishment or the sex anymore... You are driving crazy prof, i have never felt this way for anyone before.”

Adrian’s rhythm faltered for a moment. He kissed Liam deeply, pouring everything he felt into it... his fear, desire, tenderness, guilt. “I’m already there,” he confessed against his lips. “I’ve been falling since the first time you pushed me in class.”

Their pace gradually quickened, bodies moving with more urgency. Liam came first, spilling between them with a broken moan, his hole clenching tightly around Adrian. Adrian followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Liam with warm pulses, holding him like he never wanted to let go.

They stayed tangled together afterward, Adrian’s fingers tracing lazy patterns on Liam’s back. For a few precious hours, the outside world didn’t exist.

But reality returned on Saturday morning.

Liam’s phone buzzed on the nightstand. He picked it up, and his face paled.

Unknown Number:

Nice weekend getaway. I know where you both are. Send the video I asked for by Sunday night, or I send everything to the Dean, including proof that his precious son is getting fucked by his favorite professor.

Liam showed Adrian the message. The fear in the air was thick again.

Adrian pulled him close, hugging him woth assurance. “We’ll figure this out. I won’t let him destroy us.”

But later that afternoon, another message arrived — this one on Adrian’s phone.

Unknown Number:

Dean Hayes has been asking questions about his son’s sudden “improvement” in your class. How long do you think you can hide what you’re doing with the Dean’s boy?

Adrian stared at the screen, his stomach twisting.

Liam looked at him, green eyes filled with guilt and fear. “My father… he’s starting to suspect something.”

Adrian pulled Liam into his arms again, holding him tightly. The weekend that was supposed to be their escape had only reminded them how dangerous their desires had become.

They had fallen too deep.

And the walls were closing in faster than ever.