James & Conrad, two Star Football Players, are summoned to Professor Rador's office... Conrad fears his scholarship is in jeopardy. An arrogant James assumes the Professor wants to celebrate the football team's recent wins.
Will the Professor ask the boys to go too far?
What are these boys willing to do to ensure Professor Rador keeps his mouth shut about their dirty deeds?
Content Warning: This 4,100 word erotic story contains m/m gay sex, anal sex, oral sex, voyeurism, basic blackmail, and some serious excitement you don't want to miss!
Excerpt:
"Well, boys, we have much to discuss," the Professor said somberly as the three of them sat. He reached over and poured well over a shot into each glass. The boys looked at each other curiously, then picked up their classes, gave a quick cheers, and took a sip. The dark liquid burned on the way down, but had an immediate calming effect.
The mood of the room seemed to shift. There were just a few too many beats of silence. The Professor sat back in his chair and looked upon both the boys.
"I'm about to make you two an offer, of course you can refuse, but I think you'll find that it is in your best interest to accept." The Professor paused for a second to gauge the reactions of the boys. They seemed intrigued, but uncomfortable. "Conrad, it is no secret that your scholarship here at Stanford is very important to you. It is also no secret that your grades have hovered just above the requisite GPA you must maintain. With the grade you received for this last paper, you've slipped below that threshold in my class. Now, James, you on the other hand, your grades are generally exceptional. For you, it is no secret that you've sat for the LSAT and plan to apply to half a dozen of the nation's leading law schools, including our very own Stanford Law. Impressive, it is a shame that you've cheated your way through nearly every class you've taken." The Professor stopped there.
James starred the professor down and squinted his steel blue eyes, trying to figure out what the Professor would most want in exchange for his silence. Conrad sat there horrified, speechless, not knowing where this was going. He quickly downed the rest of his glass, ready to make a break for the door.
"What exactly is it that you want, Professor Rador..."
