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plain and simple, with the most delectable body, the
most taut, provocative ass he’d ever seen. He’d been the first one to fuck that
virgin bottom and the thought of someone else even touching Rand made him want
to seek the unknown person out and kill him.
    He drew a deep breath. In his field, people
killed for three reasons: sex, money, and love. Truth might as well have
arrived in the form of a dull butcher knife. Christ, he’d fallen in love with
Rand.
     
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    Rand walked across campus, acutely aware
of the sting on his butt cheeks and something hard and thick inside his ass.
Every time he took a step, the plug moved inside him. God, so decadently
perverted, what would McGuire think of next? Rand wondered if his cock would
deflate at all today. Throbbing and leaking like a son of a bitch, his
permanent erection served as a constant reminder of the spanking from Frank.
Heat rose in his cheeks and he imagined his face matched the color of his ass
right now. Christ, had he actually begged Frank to spank him? Oh, God, had he
jerked himself off during the spanking and screamed louder than a colicky baby?
He had. And he would again, given the opportunity.
    Every man’s dream…every woman’s, too, if
one went by the way they drooled over Frank. Rand admitted he had officially
joined their ranks. Topping the charts at six feet, the man’s ripped, muscled
body, oozed primitive sexuality. Crude and unabashedly bold, Frank delivered
pleasure in spades. He frightened and thrilled Rand beyond comprehension. He
ached for his touch, yearned to feel his cock slamming into him. Once the man
touched him, Rand became doughier than putty under his caresses. He’d do
anything to have the man lick his flesh, stroke his shaft, or continue to touch
him in the most intimate of places. He didn’t care what Frank did to him…as
long as kept on doing it. The man had the ability to make him whimper, squirm,
and yes, beg.
    He walked into class and looked at the
students hunkered down at their desks. He wondered if any had anal toys up
their asses. No, of course, they didn’t. Only Frank McGuire would think of such
a thing. He knew how to heighten the tension until Rand was nearly mindless
with thoughts of what he’d do to him next. It could be any number of things,
and the thoughts brought him to the brink of orgasm.
    He slid into the desk and resisted the
urge to moan out load when the ass plug pushed upward. As soon as class ended,
he’d have to do something about his stiff cock. Frank didn’t say he couldn’t
jack off; he just couldn’t remove the plug. Christ, had the man lost his mind?
Who’d want to remove something that pitched them into mind-numbing sensations
of being fucked all day?
    Rand found it hard to concentrate on the
professor’s lesson of the day―anatomy of the temporal bone and ear. The
ass plug and lying naked in Frank’s bed tonight occupied his every thought. Oh,
God. Tonight couldn’t come soon enough.
    His heart sank. It wasn’t about the sex
and mind-blowing pleasure the man brought him. He loved Frank, really loved
him, and Frank thought of him as a plaything, a punk kid built for his sexual
fantasies. Somehow, he had to get Frank to admit that deep down he loved him, and
thought of him as more than a sexual object. He knew Frank did, he saw it in
his eyes sometimes when he looked at him. Not when they were having sex, but
other times when they were out on the town or playing Frisbee in the park.
Frank looked at him strangely on those occasions, not with hunger for his body,
but with something deep and secretive that Frank wouldn’t own up to.
    “Mr. Brennan, I asked you a question.”
    Rand jolted back to the classroom and
looked at his professor. He didn’t know if Doctor McBride had actually earned a
Ph.D. A physician, the man came to John Hopkins to teach shortly after Doctor
Bengston died. Rand missed Bengston, a young man of forty who