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Professor Brooks doesn’t just teach feminism—she performs it, dissecting the male ego with surgical precision. When freshman Josh stays after class for help, she tells him boys never get an A in her course, then orders him to his knees. Now his grade depends on pleasing her, and by spring break she’s locked his cock in a cage with a real key given to one of his classmates—and fakes for the rest.
Josh stands frozen in Professor Brooks's office, the door clicking shut behind him, her desk lamp the only light. She settles into her leather chair, crosses one leg over the other, and watches him wi
Josh slides into his seat in the lecture hall, the worn wood of the desk under his palms, and he can still taste her if he thinks about it. Tara Vasquez turns in the row ahead, her long black hair swi
The door swings open before the chime fades. Professor Brooks stands in the doorway in a silk robe, her silver-streaked hair loose, a glass of wine in her hand. She looks him over—the coat, the way he
The study is gray with early light when Josh opens his eyes. His phone buzzes on the floor beside his mat—a text from Professor Brooks: 'Wear the clothes I gave you. Do not speak unless a woman addres