Just a bit twisted

"Relax, buddy," Christian said, taking a seat next to him.

"What do you mean?" Sean said, first looking around the classroom, then looking at his hands.

"You're nervous as hell. Are you worried about your grades? Didn't you say you talked to Rutledge and convinced him to give you a second chance?"

"Yeah, I did. He didn't fail me either—I just found out he gave me a D." God, what a relief.Sean had never been so happy to get a D.

"Congratulations," Christian grinned, patting him on the back. "I'm also surprised that you were able to convince him."

Sean deliberately avoided his friend's sight.

"Everyone will be there," muttered Christian.

The sudden silence in the classroom was almost comical.just almost.

Sean glanced at Rutledge's tall figure, then looked down.

"The midterm grades are out," Rutledge said. "I reported the grades of the 38 students who scored below a C-. The reports have been sent to the school registrar's office and will be distributed to these students later." He paused. "If you have any questions, ask them."

A silence.

A boy raised his hand.

"Excuse me, Taylor?" Rutledge said, walking towards the student.Sean didn't really look at it, he just scanned it from the corner of his eye.

"I don't understand," Taylor said. "I got an F, can't change it! Is there no chance for me to improve my grades later? In other subjects, midterm grades will not affect our grade points. That is just to show how well we are doing in that class It’s just like this, maybe you need to work harder, but it seems that this is not the case in your class. What are you doing—I don’t understand!”

Sean flinched.

"Unlucky boy," murmured Christian.

A moment of silence.

"Mr. Taylor," Rutledge finally said, his voice soft and dangerous. "Have you read the syllabus?"

"Well, of course, I read it." Taylor's voice didn't sound very sure.

"If you read the syllabus, you know that in my course, the midterm grade is linked to your final grade. In other words, if you fail the midterm, you will not pass the final grade .Without exception."

"But it's not fair!" Taylor said. "How can I do that!"

"That's how I do it in my class." Rutledge's tone softened even more, if "more" at all. "Half a semester with a messy attendance record, no assignments, or late assignments, I would not pass a student. If you read the syllabus as I told you all on the first day of school , you will not be in such a predicament. This is all thanks to yourself. Do you have any other questions? Questions to use your brain?"

"No more," Taylor said angrily.

"Is this a nonsense, or is it a boring question that you should already know the answer to, and who else wants to waste my time asking?"

The silence was eerie.Everyone dared not even vent their breath.

"Very well." Rutledge returned to his desk.

"Wow," Christian whispered in a barely audible voice. "He got dynamite in his ass?"

Maybe it's because I can't pass my major, Sean thought.

I feel uncomfortable all over.He looked up to find Rutledge looking at him with disgust, a look that seemed to throw him out of the classroom.Sean raised his chin and looked back at him firmly.Seriously, what the hell is wrong with this guy?And it wasn't him who made Rutledge put his cock in the student's mouth.

Remembering—recalling—this, Sean blushed and shifted restlessly in his seat.Seeing Rutledge's unmoved expression, it's unbelievable that that thing really happened.

But it really happened.

Sean glanced at Rutledge's hands - the hands that gripped his face as Rutledge thrust his cock into his mouth -

Sean licked his lips, his whole body became uncomfortably hot, and he shifted his gaze to stare straight ahead.

He won't think about that again.

He won't.

***

He had thought he could put this shit behind him.He had thought Rutledge would stop talking to him when he was done.

Both ideas are wrong.

Sean sighed and stared angrily at the homework in front of him.In the past few days, Rutledge has become particularly difficult to serve, and the homework assigned to him is so rare that Rutledge will be reprimanded in front of the whole class if Sean's homework is not satisfactory. endless.

"Are you done, Wyatt?" said the familiar indifferent voice, and Sean's nerves tensed.He glanced at Christian on the left, but his friend looked at the textbook in front of him with a look of special interest.The traitor.

"I'll finish it right away," Sean said insincerely.Rutledge froze as he put his hands on the desk and bent down to look at the blank space on the paper in front of him.

"I get it," Rutledge said.

Sean turned his head to stare at him, only to find that the other person's face was so close, which shocked him.close at hand.The dark eyes met his for a moment, until the man's lips twisted derisively.Rutledge stood up, his impressive height, and said, "You have ten minutes to hand in your homework, Wyatt."

"But you said—"

"Ten minutes," Rutledge repeated, in a tone that was decidedly non-negotiable.

Then he walked away, Sean glaring after him bitterly.

His gaze returned to the paper in front of him, and he just stared at it angrily.unfair.How could he finish this paper in such a short time?The above questions are incredibly rare and have little to do with what they are learning in class.Why wouldn't this bastard let him go?It feels as though Rutledge is determined to make life miserable for him -- and he's about to do it.

Sean had a bitter face, trying hard to control his emotions but to no avail.He's tired, sleep-deprived, hungry and pissed off—it's not going to get better.

In hindsight, he blamed everything on lack of sleep.It's all the fault of lack of sleep. If it weren't for being so tired, hungry and angry like this, he wouldn't be able to write such words that he couldn't write in his life.

Exactly 10 minutes later, Sean turned in his "homework" and walked back to his desk.Before halfway, Rutledge spoke, and the voice was really soft. "Student Wyatt, come to my office after your class today."

Sean nodded, feeling his mouth dry.

How silly, he scolded himself.He really shouldn't be swayed by his emotions.

***

After his day's classes were over, Sean followed the instructions and went straight to Rutledge's office.

Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the familiar door.

"Come in."

Sean went in, closing the door carefully.

Then he made his way to Rutledge's desk.

"How?" he said with his arms folded over his chest.

Rutledge looked up at him unhurriedly.When he handed a paper—that is, the “homework” he handed in—to Sean, the expression on his face was still watertight. "What does it mean?"

Xiao En took the paper and read the only sentence written on it again, as if he didn't know what it was.

"You want me to fail so I have no choice but to suck your cock again?"

Sean was inevitably a little scared in his heart.He couldn't believe that he lost control of his emotions and actually wrote such words.

But what he said was, "Are you illiterate, teacher?" If only a few days ago, he would not have dared to treat Rutledge in such an arrogant tone. It seems that after having his cock in his mouth Miracles will happen.

Rutledge stood up and walked toward him.

He stopped when there was only a short distance left.

Sean stood still, not to be outdone.

"I can get you fired for this," Rutledge said.

"Yes, but you will also be fired for it, and your career will be stained when it becomes known that you traded sex for credit."

Rutledge squeezed his neck. "You little bastard." He clenched his hands tightly. "Are you threatening me?"

"No," Sean said hoarsely. "I just don't like being bullied. I'm not making you stick your dick in my mouth, Professor."

Rutledge flared his nostrils.He said nothing, only the muscles in his jaw twitched.

"Honestly, what's your problem with me?" Sean said, breathing hard as Rutledge squeezed his neck. "I'm sure you're not the only one you've taken advantage of. I know it's not an honorable thing, but it's a fair deal: We each get what we need. Why do you keep getting on me?"

"I never traded sex for credit," Rutledge said through gritted teeth. "you are the only exception."

Sean blinked. "What? But I heard—"

"Yeah, I've been approached all the time, but I've reported anyone stupid enough to tell me straight up. Do I look like the kind of guy who would trade credits for anything, Wyatt?"

Well, it's not like that.That's why Sean had a hard time believing it when Christian told him the gossip.

"But I..." Sean looked at Rutledge. "What about me? Why me?"

Continued silence.continued.continue.

Oh.

Sean licked his lips. "You've taken a fancy to me." He chuckled hesitantly. "Whoa. I'm—I'm kind of flattered, I think."

Rutledge glared at him, the hand tightening around Sean's throat. "It's just lust, nothing else. I won't give you special treatment."

"You've given me 'special treatment', Professor. You've been an asshole lately—more than usual." Sean met his gaze firmly. "Let's break it down, man. I have to pass your class, so I'll give it to you. I didn't force you to accept my offer. You wanted to suck my dick, and you got what you wanted It's not my fault that you can't resist the temptation yourself. It's not my fault that you are in love with me. So please don't blame me. I understand: you have no place to vent your sexual desire, then Just jerk off, or get someone to fuck—"

"I don't have to," Rutledge said softly.

The twinkle in his eyes made Sean uncomfortable. "What?"

"There's nothing I can't want that I can't have," Rutledge said, his soft voice contrasting with his firm hand on Sean's throat.Bruises are likely to be left. "I want your mouth, and I can have your mouth. I won't take someone else's instead. Kneel down."

Sean glared at him.This guy doesn't really think so, does he?

"I don't want it, Professor," he said equally calmly. "It's your one side trying to get someone to suck your dick. I'm straight. What good does it do me?"

Rutledge narrowed his eyes. "I will not make the same mistakes again. You, like everyone else, have to rely on your own efforts to pass the final exam. I will not show mercy to you."

"Looks like this will keep you from getting what you want for the first time in your life, Master. Let it go. Now."

Rutledge refused to let go, his eyes were thinking about something. "Two thousand," he said.

Sean frowned. "What?"

"Two thousand dollars a month."

Sean laughed, that unbelievable, forced, harsh laugh. "You're kidding me. I don't sell myself."

Rutledge raised an eyebrow.

Although he felt his cheeks burning, Sean's expression darkened. "The situation is different."

"What's the difference?" Rutledge raised the corners of his mouth, but Sean didn't think he was smiling. "It's more ethical and simpler than selling yourself for credits. You need money, Wyatt."

"How do you know?" Sean asked eagerly.

"I have eyes. Most of your clothes are ragged and old."

Rutledge said it lightly, as if it was the most natural thing to do, but Sean suddenly became acutely aware of how poorly he was dressed compared with Rutledge's impeccable suit. "Have you nothing else to do but study your student's clothes?"

Rutledge ran his thumb along Sean's carotid artery. "Two thousand dollars a month. Just suck my dick. Think about it, Wyatt."

Sean didn't want to think about it.He wanted to laugh at Rutledge and walk away, but...

but.

He thought of the empty refrigerator and cupboards at home.He thought about the rent due next week.He thought about the cold winter ahead—and the resulting heating bills.He thought of Mrs. Hawkins' salary.He thought that because he had to work two jobs, he couldn't even see Emily and Little Bee, and that was it, and it was difficult to make ends meet.

He was tempted.Damn it, he's tempted.He had nothing to be proud of, but Rutledge was right: He needed money, and he wasn't in a position to pick and choose where it came from.

"Three thousand," Sean said.If he really wants to sell himself, he can't sell it cheaply.Rutledge was unmarried, had an easy job, good money, and a number of award-winning books.It's not a big expense for him.

Rutledge snorted. "Don't be serious. I can find fifty male whores for this price."

"Of course you can. But it's me you're after. I'm not a whore."

"It sounds like it's true."

Sean ignored the slap in the face, met Rutledge's gaze, and said softly, "You can't afford it. For 3000 yuan, you can fuck my mouth anytime you want."

Rutledge's nostrils flared.His expression was elusive, but when he looked at Sean's lips, the hunger in those eyes was hard to hide.Sean had a weird feeling about it.He was straight, but he also confessed to himself that it felt like heaven, because this man—a man respected and feared by all—desires him so much.

"Anytime I can?" Rutledge said, looking up into Sean's eyes.

After hesitating for a moment, Sean nodded.How often does Rutledge get him to do it?Maybe a few times a week, at most.Like ten times a month.For this he will earn three thousand dollars.He could quit one job and spend more time with the kids.

Still worth it.

"Excellent," Rutledge said, releasing his hand from his throat.He returned to his chair and looked at Sean. "What are you waiting for, Wyatt?"

Sean swallowed, looking down at the impressive bulge in the man's crotch.He can do it.As long as ten times a month, you can earn 3000 yuan if you bear it.He'd already sucked Rutledge's cock once and didn't feel sick or anything.He can do it.

Sean locked the door, then came to the most hated professor in the school, and knelt down.