Entrapped By My Professor

"Stay back. I won't let you have me again," said Reece, attempting to push away, despite the man's advances. Ignoring his protests, the man pulled him closer, his signature grin still etched on his face. Reece felt the warmth of his breath and the strong scent of alcohol. The grip on his rear tightened, eliciting a soft moan from Reece, who hastily covered his mouth to suppress any further encouragement. Surprisingly, despite his verbal defiance, Reece found himself hard once more, and the man couldn't help but smirk, aware of his leverage. Reece fought and traded insults, yet strangely, he submitted to the man's touch and provocations, like a submissive creature at the mercy of its controller. The man's hands around his waist gently released their hold, allowing Reece to stand back, but before he could react, those hands delved into his jeans. "No... please, not again," Reece pleaded, his voice barely audible through the mounting tension.