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Educating the Straight Professor

Aaron had always loved a challenge, and Professor Myers had quite unintentionally and rapidly become an irresistible one.

Handsome and popular, Aaron is graduating as the star quarterback of the university football team. Four years have taught him he owns the school, and after setting foot in Professor Myer’s class, he knows what he wants to take as his final prize.

Jeremy Myers has always been a bit bookish, even for a professor, but under his reserved exterior there’s a whole lot more trying to get out. For all the brains that got him a faculty job so young – and they’re all telling him to stay away from the well-built jock in his 302 class – his body seems more than ready to betray him. All it can take is one little moment of opportunity to open the door to all the things he insists he doesn’t want …

Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, well-hung college jocks, rough anal sex, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.


By the third week of classes, Jeremy had settled into things. After the initial onslaught of new faces, there wasn’t all that much about the job that he couldn’t handle or new surprises to put him on his back foot.

Well, except for Aaron Ross in his 302 course. That was different entirely.

When he’d been a student, it was guys like Aaron that he’d watched from afar with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity. He was about as unlike the beefy jocks as a guy could be, but in his secret, most private moments he couldn’t deny he was intrigued by their simple exuberance and enjoyment of life. All those muscled, hard-working bodies and camaraderie and brotherhood. And Aaron intrigued him more than the rest, because he wasn’t just some dumb muscle head he could pretend to himself he was too smart to respect.

No, Aaron had more than enough of a brain. Maybe he was a little too smart for his own good. It was like he could see through Jeremy, and see every little piece of him Jeremy didn’t want him to see. He could see every little hint of nervousness and shyness. He made him feel like a boy again, with all the tentativeness of his lack of sexual experience coming back to him.

And that was probably the way to put it. Something about Aaron made him regret how little he’d gone looking for more, sexually speaking. It’s not that he’d avoided things; he just didn’t have time. And the more he didn’t have time, the less he let himself think about it. Sure there had been a couple things here or there, but nothing stuck and nothing that took him out of his comfort zone. Why was it that Aaron seemed to be able to do that just by walking in the door? Jeremy was straight, after all.

The first day had been the worst, when Aaron had stayed back to talk to him after class. He could still remember the way a whole flock of butterflies had exploded in his stomach when he had looked up and met the Aaron’s eyes. Jeremy could remember the way he felt like time was moving too fast. He could remember that moment when Aaron’d leaned in to be close to him … Most of all, he remembered seeing that unspoken desire in his eyes as Aaron looked at him, right before he turned and left Jeremy shaking in the classroom.

Even three weeks later, the memory was enough to make his heart beat a little faster.

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Paying off the Bikers

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and rough group sex, alpha male biker outlaws, the use of potent aphrodisiacs and sexual manipulation, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Jack Leighton is all business, all the time, and it’s his willingness to do anything to get ahead that’s helped him build his little clothing line into a full-fledged sportswear brand. But he’s taken things just a little too far when he turns to moneylaundering to help his struggling bottom line, a decision that brings him in contact with types of men he might not be ready to handle.

Now when he tells the outlaw MC president he needs to take a break from their agreement, the biker seems to want to help and offers Jack a pill that will help him focus and get his books in order. But soon, Jack finds out that helping him get ahead wasn’t exactly what the tattooed outlaw had in mind, and the drug he’s given him is going to do just about everything but help her focus on paperwork.

Before Jack knows what’s happening, new feelings have drowned out the little voice that says no and new urges have pushed him into the arms and at the mercy of the gang leader and his biker buddies, who are more than happy to help him fill his sudden cravings …


Laughter sounded from around the table.

“That wasn’t a pill to help you focus,” Cole chuckled.

“It wasn’t?”

What he was telling me seemed to be important, but I kept getting distracted by the man sitting nearest to me on the right side of the table. He had a short beard and a lean, well-muscled body. He had laid his jacket across the back of his chair and was wearing just a thin tank top that rippled with his muscles when he shifted. He was one of the ones with pure lust in his eyes, and those eyes hadn’t left my ass since I walked in the room. He seemed to want to do something and I kind of wanted him to do it, whatever it was. The way he was looking at me sent little shivers right up and down my body.

“No, it wasn’t. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, now staring openly at the man to my right. He looked up and gave me a wink and I grinned a little nervously.

“It’s a drug that makes people look and feel like you’re looking and feeling right now.”

“Horny?” I asked before I could think to stop myself.

He laughed. “Exactly, college boy. Exactly. But don’t you worry, we’ve got a good idea what to do about it.”

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Lawyer Series with full consent of the original author.

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Turned Gay by the Doctor

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, multiple partners, anal and public sex, medical examinations, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Between a tough job and tougher grad school classes, tense and uptight James Channel is being stretched to the limit. What he really needs is something to help him let go and unwind, and his doctor has just the stress relief medication. Its only drawback is a certain rare side effect in individuals with a lot of repressed sexual tension, though James is quick to deny to his handsome, charismatic doctor that this could be a concern for him.

But when the doctor issues him the drug and keeps him in the exam room for monitoring, the truth is bound to be unleashed before long.


“Well, it’s certainly promising, but it’s still in clinical trials. We would need to be absolutely sure you’re a good fit.”

“Anything,” I agreed.

He flipped through a couple pages of his clipboard, considering the matter. “Well, this is a bit unusual. I’m going to have to ask you a couple very personal questions, James, if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s certainly alright, doctor,” I said, smiling at him.

“How regularly do you experience sexual release?”

I started and stared at him, sure I had heard him wrong. “Experience what?”

“I am sorry to have to ask,” he apologized. “But the drug in question has been known to produce certain, possibly undesirable and uncontrollable side-effects for individuals with a great deal of pent-up sexual tension. Otherwise I would certainly never pry into something so personal. You see, as an anti-anxiety drug it tends to induce a more relaxed – ah -” he coughed politely ” – impulsive mental state. Especially in individuals with latent or repressed … tendencies.”

“Oh,” I said, flushing a bit. I looked at him and then looked away. If I was being completely honest, I probably knew what the answer should be, but I’d sooner die than admit to this rugged specimen smiling at me that I hadn’t been getting any. I was sure it wasn’t something he could ever understand. “Regularly, yes,” I informed him. “Of course, not constantly, I mean not excessively, of course. Just a usual amount.” My voice sort of rose in pitch as I stumbled over myself to present the matter the right way.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s Bimbo Side Effects with full consent of the original author.

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Frat Hazing

Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, multiple partners, anal and public sex, hazing, the use of potent aphrodisiacs, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.

Evan Dalton has had a tough week rushing Nu Alpha Delta: following instructions that range from unpleasant to outright humiliating, but he’s made it this far and wouldn’t dream of giving up now. That is, until he hears what his final assignment is going to be. Apparently he’s managed to piss off the chapter president, and in return his final afternoon of rush week is going to be an intense one. But does it have to be a pharmaceutical-grade aphrodisiac that they give him, and one that has a history of releasing repressed sexual desires?

It all sounds a bit excessive, but maybe once some jocks from a neighboring frat show up to watch the spectacle they’ll help him find something fun in his sudden overpowering and forbidden urges.


Every sensation was becoming more and more magnified. It was as though I could feel where every inch of clothing touched my skin. With each slight movement I felt the cloth rustle against me. It felt very good.

And yet … it also felt very strange. As I focused more and more of the feeling of my clothes lying on me, the more naked I felt: not naked like I was exposed to the onlookers, but just naked in the sense that I was intensely aware of my own body under my clothes and aware of the fact that the clothes were not my body. They just constrained it, bulkily and clumsily. It was like they didn’t matter, really.

I wrapped both arms around the vacuum for better support and the handle poked into my chest. I jerked at the additional sensation, and experimentally rubbed the hard rubber handle across my front. The lower part pressed against my groin.

Immediate sensory feedback exploded in my brain. My GOD did that feel incredible. I put a hand to my chest and almost cried out at how intensely good it felt. The slightest caress over my nipple felt as good as any orgasm I had ever experienced in my life.

“Jake, are you watching this?” someone said. Voices bubbled in the background, but they were a little hard to make out for some reason.

I looked down at myself, half-confused and half-euphoric. I was still wearing the jeans and t-shirt of the night before. I was developing a very obvious erection beneath the denim crotch and I only became harder as I stared down at myself. Impulsively I ran a hand down along the outside of the growing shape and let out a low, involuntary groan.

I stopped myself, remembering with difficulty that I was not alone. I looked up to see the faces turned towards me, eyes wide and mouths agape.

“Damn, that stuff really works, huh?” a voice muttered.

The warmth in my stomach had sunk lower in my abdomen and down into my groin. A pulse ran up and down my whole body and I felt a hot throb of tightness as my cock strained against my pants. With incredible difficulty I resisted the urge to plunge my hand into my underwear. My whole body seemed to be humming, strung tightly between passive ecstasy and an almost unendurable need for more stimulation.

I looked about myself again, trying to focus on where I was. My eyes found Tony Bethel standing in the doorway.

“Wh – what’s happening to me?” I asked him breathlessly.

Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s The Public Sex Dare with full consent of the original author.

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