Raynor smiled down upon his restrained young prize, taking in the delicious sight of the perfect gleaming body on the hard wood surface that had now been folded upward almost like a chaise lounge on a pool deck might be. Reclined before him, secured by the wrists was male perfection.
The strong legs of the young hero splayed open, flexing and bunching as they tried to support his body weight with just the tips of his toes reaching the floor on either side of the cabinet. The dance that the well-formed quadriceps was doing, the flaring of the beautiful legs beneath the sheer tights was almost too much for the old man to take. His breathing was fast and the room began to feel warmer to him as he reached his small hand forward until the steel bands of human flesh were in his grasp. Allowing himself the pleasure of caressing the perfection before him he looked into the deep green eyes of his captive once again.
"I assure you Mr. Grayson, I mean you no physical harm. I don't think I could harm something or someone as beautiful as you are. I know that you're uncomfortable with my touch, with my admiration of you." Raynor widened his palm as he slid over the contours of the masculine features before him and closer to the juncture of sheer and silken fabrics where the kid's leggings met his briefs. The boy's eyes were locked on his hand, while his smooth biceps, still in full relief worked the manacles that bound him. "There is a very valid reason for my restraining you which I shall share in due time. You are male perfection my boy." With just his pinky finger, the professor slid behind the silken briefs and for only a second explored until he felt his way to the smooth, substantial orb of the teen titan's left testicle. Resting the tip of his finger there he leaned forward toward the stunned look upon the handsome face and whispered, "there you go, surrender to me."
Immediately the violent thrashing in the cuffs began again as the young Adonis arched his back and with full force and a display of strength and smooth musculature beauty attempted again to free himself from the anchored position that he found himself in. "Professor, I demand that you free me! NOW! Enough with these games of yours, I am not..." He stopped in shock as the professor began to run his small finger over the ample size of his smooth testicle in an intimate caress. Again bucking up against the restraints and thrashing, this time without words, he began to feel a strange stirring at the touch of the old man.
Sliding his finger from the silken cave, the professor ran his hands down the long, lean, muscular leg before him in a gentle massaging motion, just like the one he had used on the teen's upper body earlier. He knew the kid was succumbing and he wanted to finish getting him into position but at the same time, he didn't want to waste the opportunity to take in every inch of the body he had recruited. Taking liberty to squeeze and admire the left calf muscle before squatting and sliding his hands around the ankle, the professor again, in a soft tone spoke to his confused student who now glared down at him over the shelf of his left pectoral muscle.
"This position can't be very comfortable, can it?"
As the professor began to rise from his squatted position he brought the boy's leg up off from the floor and lovingly rested it against his own rounded torso, feeling the power in the inner thigh in his right hand. As he did so he used his left hand to open what had appeared to be a brass drawer handle on the side of the credenza. Sliding the ankle between the C shaped handle and the hardwood side of the piece, the professor pinned the handle shut once again, trussing the stud's left ankle into place. He now sat at the end of the cabinet, next to the secured limb and began his gentle massage once again.
"Professor please, I mean no disrespect but I don't want to do this any longer." The young man pulled again on his cuffs, his abdominals did a hypnotizing rise and fall for any admirer of the male form as he struggled and drew in deep breaths, they were sharply defined and glistening with oil and perspiration. "You have to let me go. You've had your fun. I am not interested in taking this any further. We can negotiate something but I have got to go." The youngster flexed and pulled on his cuffs, the muscles of his trapped left leg flexed hard as he attempted to pull his foot out of the strong brass mount pinned around his ankle.
"You can do your best to free yourself Mr. Grayson. As I said before, you're not going anywhere but I do enjoy the show you are putting on for me as you fight your bindings. Your struggle just enhances your musculature for me." The old man stood and walked to the hero's right side and while still drinking in the beauty of the prone, flexing body before him, deftly bent and lifted the right ankle and again with seemingly little resistance from the stallion bound before him, placed the ankle into a brass cuff matching the one on the left side of the equipment and pinned it shut. "There we go", he whispered gently, "we're all set." The boy, now restrained fully in bondage for his captor continued his display, flexing and straining against the manacles. Raynor leaned down over his student and softly pushed the shiny dark hair that had fallen over the handsome face and bright eyes in the struggle back with the soft touch of a lover. "You're going to do just fine young Mr. Grayson, just fine indeed my young buck."
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