Raynor cleared his throat and slowly opened the upper left drawer of his desk. Reaching inside, he found the bottle of massage oil that he had stashed there during his preparations for the afternoon. Standing slowly, watching the handsome young man as he studied every move that the professor made before him, he slowly rounded the corner of his desk. Again, standing face to face with his prize, he began to put his plan into motion.
"Let's have you turn and face the mirror." Reaching out he gently grasped the large upper arm and felt the reaction of the firm triceps’ muscle beneath his hand. He gently turned the tall, masculine, now shirtless young bodybuilder toward the large mirror. Stepping slightly to the side to get a profile look, he noticed the rippling torso muscles from the side and couldn't wait to get his hands on them. Warning himself not to rush the moment, he stood back and took a moment to take in the sight of the beautiful boy.
Standing shirtless now, wearing his green gloves, briefs and boots the Boy Wonder stood looking at himself in the nearly six foot tall mirror that stood in the warm office. Just to his left the older man stood admiring him. Almost ogling over him. He stood, breathing steadily as Batman had taught him to do in such situations, as the older man reached out with a small, pale hand and began to feel his left pectoral muscle.
"Let's have you flex for me Mr. Grayson", his professor said in nearly a whisper, warm breath flowing over his smooth, taut skin as the mouth of the older man was just inches from his heaving chest. "I would like for you to put on a show for me. Just, just like you did in the physique competition on campus but this time, I will have the opportunity to inspect the beauty of your musculature up close." The small hand felt the peak of the firm muscled chest and the cascade as it fell, over the man's nipple to his tight abdominal muscles, defined by nearly an inch deep ridge.
"Sir, I", Grayson interjected, attempting once again to convince his mentor to stop.
"No. Don't speak. There is no need for you to speak. I will speak now and you will do as you are told or, as I have told you before, I will share your most valued secret." Stepping directly in front of the amazing body before him, never removing his hand from its lingering caress, he gently and with admiration, looked up into the stunning green eyes behind the jet-black mask. "Your body is very pleasing to me Mr. Grayson. I have dreamt of touching you like this for months now."
The young man flushed as he once again realized that there was no way out of the situation he found himself in. Again, clenching his fists at his sides he yielded his award winning physique over to the small man that now, with just one hand, flipped the hinged cap of the massage oil that he had been holding open. Tensing as the cool liquid began to stream down over his proud chest, he watched silently as the older man ran the open bottle back and forth from his hard rounded shoulders in a line even with his clavicle. The slick oil ran in rivulets down over his chest, through the deep ridges of his abdominal region and began to pool slightly at the tight waistband of his trunks.
Closing the cap, Raynor let the bottle drop to the floor as his hands; both of them now, began to lavishly smooth the oil over the rock hard muscles of the young man before him. The flawless skin began to glisten in the few strands of afternoon sunlight that streamed through the gap in the heavy drapes. They were alone now, his young hero stripped to the waist before him, refusing to budge even an inch; a silent defiance that confirmed for Raynor that he was not at all enjoying the admiration but further enticed the older man who now exercised his control over the stallion in his power. Gently tracing the beautiful pert nipples with his index finger, he went about running his hands up and down the torso that looked as though it had been carved of the finest granite. Then, sliding one hand between the clenched left fist and tight waist; he pulled the teen forward slightly, forcing him to yield just a fraction of an inch. Displaying again for the titan that although he may be smaller, older and weaker, he was now the dominant one in the room. Using his other hand he carefully traced the line where the green silken briefs worn at his behest, now slightly oil soaked, met the beautiful olive toned skin. With fingers full of the massage oil that had gathered thee, he retraced the defined abdominals and gently tickled the stud's navel.
"I couldn't have dreamed how wonderful your physique would feel Mr. Grayson. I do so appreciate your sharing it with me today." Sliding his hand back around the young man's side, allowed his fingers to drag gently over the firm left glute of the athlete before looking back up into the handsome face that stared down at him in a display of shock.
"Step up to the mirror. Double bicep pose please."
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