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That morning, there was a red envelope waiting for him on his desk, conspicuously placed on top of all the other reports and folders that had been piled high by his student, interns and assistants. Front and center, directly where he wouldn’t be able to overlook it, ensuring that there was no claiming he hadn’t received the invitation or he hadn’t known he was chosen as ambassador, and that was why he had missed the festivities – always adding a very sincere ‘unfortunately’ at the start of his regretful letter explaining why he hadn’t been present. That simple method had gotten him out of that obnoxious “party” a couple of times without anyone the wiser but the headmaster was quick to catch on. Ever since an uncomfortable discussion in the school’s elevator, during which the headmaster had subtly hinted that any attempt made by him to weasel his way out of his ‘duty’ would be met with swift repercussions, the letter inviting him the Solstices party was always displayed prominently in his office. One of his students had been the one to let him know that one of the headmaster’s personal assistants left the letter.

Message heard loud and clear. It was regrettable but he was left without any choice. Sighing heavily, El-Melloi dropped his heavy tote into a nearby chair. They were reaching the end of the term. He had papers to grade, research to pursue, and cases to pour over – the last thing he had time for was this damned party. Mouth turned down in a severe frown, El-Melloi picked up the letter, turned and dropped it in the wastebin. The headmaster would be irritated that he didn’t read his invitation but honestly, there was no point. He was well aware of what was expected of him, after being dragged into performing his ‘duty’ at these parties multiple times before. Why they always seemed to single him out, moreso than any other professor at the school, was beyond him. Perhaps it was done in an attempt to humiliate him? To knock him down a couple of notches? If that were the case, they would need to do more than that. Sighing once more, El-Melloi shed his coat. He would be expected to arrive in the ballroom an hour before the party started, giving him a decent amount of time to get some work done.

Making a mental note to purchase the biggest bottle of wine he could find before he went to this obnoxious party, El-Melloi kept an eye on his watch as he began to tackle the pile of papers on his desk. In what felt like no time at all, several hours had flown past. It felt like he had blinked and suddenly, it was time for him to go. Blowing out a harsh breath through his nose, El-Melloi got to his feet, retrieved his coat and tote, and headed first to the local liquor store to purchase himself a fine bottle of wine. With that safely tucked into his tote, he went back the way he came, heading straight for the back of the ballroom. As soon as he walked through the door, he was harassed by a flurry of attendants. His tote was pulled from his shoulder, carried off to Gods know where. Someone came up behind him and pulled his coat off. Nimble, talented fingers had him stripped and bare before he could blink an eye. Impatiently tapping his foot, frowning severely at the scurrying attendants, El-Melloi ignored their tittering and chattering up until they came at him with a strange, large bottle. He took a step back when the attendant went to pour whatever was in the bottle on his chest.  

Glaring impatiently at him, the attendant snapped, “It seems that you need a lesson in reading instructions, Professor. If you had taken the time to carefully read what the headmaster left for you, you would know that this is now a requirement. Please do not cause any trouble. We’re behind schedule as it is.”

El-Melloi went to ask what exactly it was but a sharp, furious look from the attendant shut him up before he could say anything. Sighing in defeat, El-Melloi glanced away, a silent sign that she was free to continue. Rolling her eyes, the attendant dumped the contents of the large bottle all over his chest, back, backside, penis and legs. Hands were quickly on him, spreading the cold fluid over every inch of his skin. It tingled a little but other than that, he just felt unpleasantly wet. He wasn’t given time to linger on this strange fluid. One of the male attendants dropped to his knees behind him, spread open his ass and smeared thick lube on his hole. Without one semblance of gentleness, he shoved a finger inside, pushing in the heavy amount of viscous lube. El-Melloi grimaced, making no attempt to keep how disgusted he was by that uncomfortable sensation off his face. The prep was over quickly. The attendant squeezed three fingers inside him, added an unpleasant amount of lube then vanished from behind him. With that, the introductory work was done. He was ready for the festivities…unfortunately.

Before he was lead out into the ballroom, the attendant – to his surprise – put a blindfold on him. He was tempted to ask her if this was another of the new requirements but held his tongue. She took hold of his wrist, leading him from the backroom out into the main ballroom. As soon as the door opened, there was a cacophony of talking, laughing and miscellaneous sounds of the party well underway but all those sounds came to a sudden end when he was lead out. There was a beat of silence then excited, hushed chattering filled up the room. El-Melloi had to fight hard to keep the disgusted grimace off his face. Twice a year, the school held this poor excuse for a party, during which a selected member of the faculty had to ‘perform’ for investors, alumni and whomever else the school decided should partake in the festivities. The performance was, specifically, spreading his legs to allow these bastards to fuck him until their balls ran dry. A perfect way to ensure donations was how the headmaster referred to it. Infuriatingly, he was correct in that statement. El-Melloi had seen the numbers: those who attended this party were 50% more likely to make a sizeable donation. Given that a considerable amount of that money went to his research, El-Melloi couldn’t complain and couldn’t wiggle his way out of this.

The attendant led him to what he believed to be the center of the room. There, he was quietly instructed to kneel. El-Melloi did so without any fuss. Now that he was out in the midst of these perverts, it was far more economical to do as he was told. The night went much faster when he didn’t put up a struggle. As soon as the attendant stepped away, he sensed – more than heard or felt – the partygoers close in around him. The breathlessly excited chatter quieted down as the headmaster began to speak. El-Melloi paid no mind to him. He’d heard the same speech before – it never became more entertaining. Of course, allowing his attention to slip meant he was caught off guard when the speech came to an end and the party goers rushed in. Dozens of hands landed on his naked, vulnerable body. He was pushed back against a sturdy chest. Large hands groped at his chest. El-Melloi jolted, an embarrassingly loud cry rippling out of his throat as rush of intensely tingling pleasure rushed out from where those big, calloused hands were roughly handling his pecs. His eyes widened behind the blindfold. What…what was this?! His chest had never been sensitive before so why was-?! A sloppy mouth latched onto one of his nipples, a nimble tongue flicking the hardened nub back and forth.

A shiver wracked his body. His mouth fell open as wet pants tumbled out from between his lips. Dizzy, inexplicable pleasure coursed through him, setting his body alight. Hands, calloused and smooth, roamed over his body. One slithered down to his crotch, where it wrapped around his already rock hard cock. El-Melloi grunted, his hips bucking uncontrollably to drive his length through that tight ring of fingers. There was excited chattering all around him but the buzzing of blood roaring in his ears prevented him from being able to make out any specific words. Not that he could bring himself to care about what the party-goers were saying. All of the attention he could scrounge together was being put towards trying to figure out what the fuck was going on with his body. It didn’t take him long to come to a conclusion: that wretched fluid the attendant had covered him with! It…it had done something to his skin, ramping his sensitivity up ten…or possibly even twentyfold! A memory bubbled up to the front of his mind. That meeting with the headmaster…the bastard had mentioned with a wink that he’d be implementing something to make the whole thing more enjoyable for him. El-Melloi had disregarded the comment with a eyeroll but…had he really followed through with that claim?!

Someone with broad shoulders wedged between his legs, easily holding them open. The hand on his cock vanished, quickly replaced by a hot, wet mouth. Another embarrassingly loud moan rippled out of his throat. Shrieking pleasure raced up his spine, slamming into his mind with enough force to scatter his frantic, enraged thoughts. Harsh, rapid pants tumbled out of his gasping mouth. His hips bucked in time with the man’s mouth. A surprisingly talented tongue rubbed against the underside of his cock. Everywhere it touched created a fresh burst of pleasure. Just like the rest of his body, the sensitivity of his cock had skyrocketed. This…this kind of ecstasy was overwhelming. Within a few thrusts of the man’s mouth, he was cumming, letting out a loud, keening cry that would’ve made him flinch if he hadn’t been so enraptured by how incredible it felt. Before he had time to even finish cumming, the wet heat was gone from his cock. Someone grabbed his arm. He was lifted up then carefully pushed down onto his hands and knees. Large, calloused hands took hold of his hips. Someone dropped down in front of him, curling a hand in his long hair.

In near perfect synch, the bulbous head of a large, thick cock pressed to his lubed entrance, and the tip of a smaller cock brushed against his lips. El-Melloi wasn’t given the opportunity to hesitate or protest. With a dull grunt, the man behind him shoved his way inside. El-Melloi’s mouth stretched open wide in a lusty wail, allowing the man in front of him to slip his cock between his lips. Smooth, salty skin glided over his tongue. There was no gradual build up, no time allowed for him to adjust to the sudden intrusion. The two men began to pound into him, using him like he was nothing more than a onahole. Despite the humiliation of his current position, he was blazing with an intense pleasure. The cock inside his ass was thick and fat, stuffing him full in a way that even the best dildo couldn’t. Had there been something in the lube as well? This tingling heat, this perfect friction, the exquisite length and size of the man’s penis as it shoved its way in deep, stirring him up, messing him up – it was too good. It was too damn good-! He…he couldn’t think straight.

Combined with the delicious glide of the cock in his mouth, El-Melloi distantly realized that he had been bamboozled. The headmaster had followed through on that claim…he was enjoying this much more than he usually did. He couldn’t get out of this so…why not sit back and enjoy himself? Least he didn’t have to worry about the usual outcome of these parties: aching, sticky and nauseated from being fucked all night long. Like this, it was a guarantee that he would have his balls drained dry. Might as well make the most of this, admittedly, still annoying situation. Shifting slightly to give himself better balance, El-Melloi relaxed his throat, allowing the man’s cock to slip in even further. There came a loud, gasping moan from above him. Ooh, looks like he had an unexperienced one on his hands. Fine with him – got him out of the way quicker. Clamping his lips around the thin length, El-Melloi sucked and licked, quickly and easily finding those little spots that made this one go wild. Just how quickly he came was a little disappointing but El-Melloi swallowed down the thick load without complaint.

As soon as that cock was finished, another quickly replaced it. This one was much bigger, stretching his jaw to almost it’s limit. It was also only halfway hard, providing a challenge that he couldn’t resist. Swirling his tongue around the spongy head, lapping up the bitter precum leaking out of the slit, El-Melloi shuddered and moaned when the man behind him slammed in deep and came, flooding his insides with an impressively large amount of cum. El-Melloi’s toes curled. His cock twitched excitedly. Damn…he could feel the heat seeping into his belly. Had it always felt this good to be cum inside of? Ah, it didn’t matter. The softening cock vanished from his ass, quickly replaced by another big one. This man was much rougher, digging his blunt fingernails into El-Melloi’s hips as he rammed forward with enough force to push him further down onto the cock in his mouth. It pushed past the back of his mouth, shoving down into his throat. That seemed to be what the man needed to become fully erect.

Drool streaming down his chin, El-Melloi swallowed around the thick cock, shuddering and shivering as burst after burst of pleasure rolled through him. Fuck…he had just cum but he was already right back on that edge! The two men began to move in slightly offset unison – one slammed in, sending him jolting forward or back, shoving him deeper onto the fat cocks messing him up. To his satisfaction, he managed to withstand the pleasure long enough to make them both cum. Even more jizz poured into his belly. A thick layer of salty cum clung to his tongue. El-Melloi dragged in a couple of ragged gasps before the next one took possession of his mouth. This time, there was a bit of activity around his backside. He was empty for long enough to draw his attention to the irritated chattering going on behind him, though before he could fully grasp what was happening, he was yanked to his feet. Someone pushed up to his back, leading his cock to his drenched entrance. El-Melloi moaned loudly, no longer able to care about how lewd he sounded. He rocked and rolled his hips, grinding that thick length against his spasming insides.

Fuck…it wasn’t enough. This one was moving near fast or hard enough! He needed-! Another man pressed flush to his front. Someone grabbed hold of one of his legs, lifting it up, leaving him teetering on only one leg. A muscular arm looped around his waist, holding him firmly in place as the man in front of him brought the head of his cock to his already stuffed full hole. El-Melloi barely had time to react before he was slamming forward, driving his length in alongside the first. Throwing his head back, raising up onto the ball of his foot, El-Melloi came a second time. Perhaps it was because he was so fully invested in performing by that point but this one felt even better than the first. Every inch of his body tingled and hummed. Jizz sprayed out of his cock, splattering all over the man’s chest. There came loud, triumphant cries from all around him, filling up his head with a sense of giddiness. The two man began to move, rapidly pounding up into him, stretching him open, stuffing him full. Others closed in around them. El-Melloi’s hands were lead to throbbing cocks. He wrapped his slender fingers around them, pumping clumsily.

To his dismay, the two men fucking him at the same time lasted an abysmally short time. In what felt like only a few seconds, they were both cumming. Thankfully, he didn’t have to mourn for long. The crowd was good and excited now. He was tugged back down onto his butt, his legs shoved apart and a cock shoved deep into his sloppy hole. A strong hand grabbed hold of his hair, yanking his head around at the same time that whoever the hand belonged to slipped his cock into his mouth. El-Melloi eagerly sucked on his length, rather enjoying the overly salty taste of his dick. The man between his legs lasted an impressively long time, though, to his obvious annoyance, he couldn’t milk another orgasm out of El-Melloi. The man who followed him, however, didn’t just get one but two. By rolling him over onto his stomach, yanking his butt up into the air and pounding into him with a precise but brutal rhythm, he squeezed out two hard, loud orgasms.

From there, it seemed as though a competition started among the party goers. Nothing was audibly said (not that he would’ve been able to hear it if it had) but the focus seemed to have shifted from just having fun to making him cum as many times as possible. Every inch of his body was assaulted with tongues, lips and hands, caressing, fondling, finding everywhere that made him moan and squirm. Someone took a station behind him and began to endlessly play with his nipples, creating a near constant crash of pleasure that was only emphasized by the multiple cocks that were repeatedly driven inside him. The constant fondling of his nipples only ceased when he was picked back up off the ground, pushed over a nearby table and fucked in front of someone who kept up a running commentary of what he looked like as he was being filled from behind. El-Melloi could only make out a few words but something that he would never, ever admit was that hearing the person call him a dirty slut was what made him orgasm, not the talented mouth wrapped around his cock.

Time ceased to have any meaning. All he could focus on was the endless parade of cocks. By the time the party was coming to a close, he was sitting on top of one of the men, lazily riding his rigid penis. Someone was sitting in front of him, his large hand on El-Melloi’s stomach, now swollen and bulging from the copious amount of cum that had been pumped into him. Occasionally, he would lean down to lap his tongue against El-Melloi’s swollen nipple, earning himself a pleased moan. With a loud grunt, the man underneath him grabbed hold of his trembling hips, slamming him down hard as he came, pushing even more heat inside him. El-Melloi shuddered, his lips curling into a slight smile. Fuck…despite his dazed state, he could recognize that this wasn’t good. One could very easily get addicted to this. Not…not that there was anything wrong with that, per se but…with his busy life, constantly full with teaching, research and cases, it’d be difficult to find a constant supply of ready and waiting cocks.

Someone tugged on his blindfold, still loosely secured around his head. El-Melloi jumped a little in surprise. Really, some kind of warning would’ve been nice. The blindfold fell away, finally giving him a view of the party…or rather, the remnants of it. Gazing out over the exhausted, satisfied crowd, El-Melloi blinked hard. Half of this party-goers…were his students. Now that he thought back…some of the men had obviously been older, more experienced but the other half had been noticeably younger, livelier but with atrocious stamina. The corner of El-Melloi’s eyebrow twitched. Had the headmaster really invited his students to the party, just so they could fuck him? He wouldn’t put it past the old bastard. El-Melloi rolled his shoulders. He was more than a little annoyed but nothing could be done about it now. Unfortunately, that did mean that he was going to have to reinsert himself as someone to be respected and feared. He did hold these boys’ futures in his hands. If they decided to get up to some mischief, just because they were allowed to see him like that, then they had another thing coming.

Although…El-Melloi cocked his head. Hadn’t he just been thinking to himself that…if he allowed himself to indulge in this pleasure, he was going to need a constant supply of cocks. Well – his gaze traveled over the ballroom floor once more. Here they were – all the cocks he could ever want. His students had been given a taste. Without a doubt, they would be at the end of their leashes, salivating at the mouth, hungry eyes on his crotch and ass, just waiting for another opportunity to fuck him. With a slight groan, El-Melloi stood, hardly minding the stream of cum that immediately began to gush out of his ass. Well, this was a nice change of pace. Unlike previous performances at these dreaded parties, he felt neither exhausted nor drained. Rather, he was invigorated. He felt as though he could spend the whole night grading papers! Before he left, though…El-Melloi’s gaze drifted over to one student in-particular. An obnoxious sandy haired youth who already made his life difficult. If allowed to go unchecked, he would turn this pleasant situation into a nightmare.

The corners of his lips curled up into a slight grin. Let him come, then. They would both get what they want: the obnoxious youth would be given another chance to fuck him, and as for El-Melloi, well, he got the cock he wanted and the opportunity to get this boy hooked on him. With that kind of power, he could make him do anything. Boys like him could be lead around by a line around their penis. Once El-Melloi was done with him, he would sit quietly in class, diligently complete his classwork and call him sir at every turn – he would do whatever he instructed, as long as the reward was fucking him. Would the boy see that was having control over him? Perhaps, in a way. Not that it bothered him. He would have what he wanted, and that was all that mattered. The other boys would fall in line as well, though he didn’t believe any of them would be as difficult as that one. Regardless, his supply of cocks (though ones that were going to have to be trained, sadly) was in order. It was now time for him to retire home, scrub his body clean…and start making more thorough plans to enjoy himself in the future.

Perhaps he would see if he could acquire some of that special potion from the headmaster. He could already envision having a very special party for all the boys who successfully passed their exams – one where he was the reward they should be aiming for. However, that was an inquiry that could wait. For now, it was best to remove himself from the ballroom before someone decided it was time for a round two. While he wasn’t against the idea, he did have a considerable amount of papers to write. The continuation of these festivities was going to have to wait for another day.