Dreams Bound by Dark Desires Chapter 3

Caleb Morgan regretted his casual excuse, but before he could react, his pants were pulled down.

The big wheat-colored B*tt0cks were pulled out from the worn underwear, and the owner of the body struggled nervously, causing a wave of flesh.

Even though he had seen it once in a dream, Julian Parker still appreciated the real scene. The wind from his palm was intimidating, and he slapped the tense B*tt0cks with a loud slap.

He used all his strength, and even though Caleb Morgan was used to fighting, he still felt pain, and his wheat-colored B*tt0cks immediately became red and swollen. He slapped him several times, leaving several messy slap marks: "This is how you make money in the red-light district, you know?"

Handfuls of banknotes hit his face and body. Caleb Morgan had no way of answering. The slaps on his B*tt seemed to be slapping him on the head, which made him confused.

His villain father never spanked him, but he took off his pants and spanked him in such a humiliating way.

But Julian Parker hadn't let him go yet, and was openly looking at the student's beautiful B*tt0cks. Caleb Morgan couldn't see that the brown-black pupils under the man's glasses were not as focused and gentle as when he took him to dinner before. Instead, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, somewhat similar to what he saw on the debt collector's face.

"I don't..."

He went there to escape debt, and appeared in the red-light district. Was he going there to sell himself?

The content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page. But the excuse of being stripped of pants was so weak, Julian Parker stopped and rubbed his fingers on it. It didn't hurt anymore, but Caleb Morgan shuddered for some reason. The mark of the slap was already swollen, and it felt hot when his fingers were pressed against it.

When he touched the palm, Julian Parker placed his thumb between the breasts, which was clamped by two firm B*tt0cks. His fingertips felt the folds and he pressed hard, half of his head was pressed against them.

Caleb Morgan felt the pain and almost jumped up, but was held down: "This is called working in the red light district."

Julian Parker's cold voice rang in his ears. Caleb Morgan was sweating all over. The faded T-shirt stuck to his body, outlining his muscular body. He lay on the sofa, sweating, with dull eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking.

By the time Julian Parker had taken out a tissue to wipe his hands, Caleb Morgan had finally recovered. His nostrils flared, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing, so he leaned on the sofa and gasped.

Julian Parker came over again, and he raised his head: "Teacher..."

Maybe it was because of those slaps or his cold tone, but Caleb Morgan suddenly felt a little afraid of him.

It was obvious that he couldn't win, but he couldn't just stand there and get beaten.

Julian Parker changed into a gentle look, and patted his face with the hand that had just spanked him: "If you know it hurts, then be obedient."

"If you do it again, I won't punish you so lightly."

The content is not yet finished, continue reading on the next page. He still didn't know how intimate this action was, so he just kept silent, accepting the sweet taste behind the stick in the teacher's gentle brown eyes:

"I asked you, you've already paid the tuition, but you're not going to class until two weeks later?"

"Before I found you, I had already met your mother and asked the neighbors. Her condition has stabilized and you can go to school next week."

But he still needs time to save some money for food...

Caleb Morgan didn't say anything after all: "Campus card. Poverty allowance is 500 per month."

These all need to be processed after admission, and they may not be approved. Caleb Morgan has not even completed the admission procedures. It is obvious that Julian Parker helped him apply and pass it. Caleb Morgan paused for a moment, but still reached out and took it.

"Thank you." He whispered, and he really needed it.

Julian Parker did not pick up the money: "Some people really have nowhere to go, and some people do it on a voluntary basis, but the teacher does not want you to go to that step. It is best not to show up there. Even if you just want to work, you don't know who you will meet and what will happen to you in the end."

"You may not be in a good situation right now, but you are not without options. I will try to get you a financial aid next semester."

Caleb Morgan didn’t think that his poor grades would earn him a scholarship, but he still lowered his head. He would not be ungrateful. Every bit of kindness in a difficult situation was precious.

The content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page. The doubts and anger just now dissipated, and he was beaten in a daze. Everything had a reason. Caleb Morgan began to doubt whether he would really degenerate like the teacher said in the long run, but he just kept the words in his heart and thought about them. He didn't agree but remembered: "Yes, teacher, I won't go again."

He still felt that it was impossible for him to do such a thing. After all, as a real man, he should rely on his own hands. Such a thing was impossible even in his dreams. But he really dreamed about it that night.

The dream constructed by Julian Parker.

...

People were coming and going inside and outside the dance hall. Round tables with wine and food surrounded the stage, and there was also a relatively secluded small bar.

People were crowding around the stage, the lights were shining, and it was hard to see people's faces. Caleb Morgan just felt like he was pushed and stood in front of a man with a wine tray. He heard himself say, "Please...please drink..."

Julian Parker turned around and saw him, slowly looking from his face to his legs wrapped in fishnet stockings, and finally curled his lips into an appreciative smile: "Come here."

The boy in front of me was wearing a classic bunny girl outfit.

The sturdy body was hidden in the skirt, the leg muscles stretched the mesh and finally were restrained in the black leather boots.

I don't know if he was injected with drugs, but his chest muscles, which were just beginning to take shape, were now standing out, and the bra was stretched to the point where it could hardly cover them. His cinnamon-colored nipples also protruded, pushing up the half-hidden bow to create a small hollow, revealing a large area of   wheat-colored chest meat underneath. The parts of his arms and calves that were always exposed were a dense chocolate color, and when the light shone on them, they looked shiny and delicate, and extremely beautiful.

Content is not finished yet, continue reading on the next page Seeing that he didn't respond, Julian Parker pulled him, and he fell on his lap in a panic: "Sir, sir..."

In the dream, all the memories of the day became blurry, except for the memory of being beaten, which was too vivid. Caleb Morgan sucked his B*tt instinctively, but felt that the hand had slid from under his skirt to the crotch of his legs.

Caleb Morgan pinched it instinctively, his honey-colored cheeks flushed: "Sir, please, please respect yourself..."

"Self-respect?" The gentle man smiled, put his hand on the perineum, and did not stop, "But you come here... Isn't it to sell?"

Caleb Morgan didn't know why she was here, but her face was still red, and she couldn't say a word to refute, as a stranger's hand reached under her skirt.

The bunny girl's costume naturally has no back crotch, only a bunny tail tied with a rope, rubbing against the B*tt0cks, and the folds below have been rubbed into light red, shrinking and flipping.

The sturdy boy looked embarrassed but his body was honest. He was wearing rabbit ears and looked at him blankly and lustfully.

This outfit is indeed very suitable, Julian Parker thought.

He wanted to do this the first time he met this student.