Would You Die For Me?

Japheth It started with slow, playful strokes. A soft whimper escaped my lips as my thumb gently teased my tip, and I shut my eyes in pleasure. I wish he were here. His image in my head wasn't enough anymore. I needed to feel those piercing blue eyes undressing me with every movement I made. I needed to hear him speak, to hear him command and dominate me. My grip on the bed sheets tightened as I stroked my cock faster, sharp moans of pleasure mixed with the agony of missing him tumbling out of my lips. "Fuck.... Aaron..." I moaned out his name, my back arching as I imagined his lips roaming my body and his fingers stretching out my ass. My breathing got heavier with every sharp stroke I made, and I could feel my orgasm drawing closer. He would always tease me when he knew I was close to cumming. He said it was fun to watch me tremble and beg for my release. And I couldn't deny that I didn't love it when he made me beg for him. Precum leaked out of my tip, making my cock even wetter and the sloppy sounds that filled the room from stroking my cock made me even hornier. I adjusted myself on the bed as I straddled my pillow before placing two fingers in my mouth, sucking on them like my life depended on it. When I was sure that my fingers were coated in excess saliva, I pulled them out and aligned them against my butt hole. A soft hiss left my lips when my fingers slid into my warm hole and I sucked in a sharp breath of pleasure, my back arching instantly. "Oh god... please... I'm gonna cum-" My right hand stroked my cock faster while my left hand worked my tight hole, my middle finger brushing against my prostate and I jolted in pleasure. My moans were loud and uncontrollable, and I was very sure that the people living in the next house could hear me. Seriously, that would be so embarrassing. My vision darkened a bit, the pit of my stomach tightening immediately as my orgasm reached its peak and I came hard. His name was the only thing I could mutter as cum splattered all over my bed and pillow, and I finally collapsed to the bed. A soft chuckle escaped my lips when I finally reflected on what I just did. It wouldn't be so bad if I weren't a grown-assed respected professor in a well-known university. But that was not the main issue. The main issue here was that... I just came like a whore while moaning the name of my student out loud. I turned slightly, my eyes catching sight of my phone sitting on the desk, and a small smirk formed on my lips. I should have recorded myself and sent it to him... But what was the use? As I glanced at the part of the ceiling where I knew that he had installed a camera, I knew he was watching me anyway. The moment my phone buzzed on the desk, my lips curved even wider, and I reached for it to see that I had a notification. One name. One sentence. Ten simple words that made my stomach flip in excitement. Aaron: "You aren't done yet, I'll be there in five minutes." My name is Japheth Wilson. I'm a professor at one of the most prestigious universities in California, and I've been caught in the web of the student I was assigned to apprehend. How did I get entangled with him, you might ask? Well... it all started three months ago... *********************** Three months ago. "Do you know why I called you here, Jared?" I heard my captain say, and my eyes met his for a brief moment before I lowered them down as I shook my head in negation. "You're due for a promotion, aren't you? You've been a constable for way too long, am I right?" He asked, his eyes narrowing on my badge, and I fought the urge to roll my eyes in blatant annoyance. I've been a constable for three years since I joined the police force. No promotion even though I've been nothing but a good and loyal worker. Whenever I asked for a promotion, I kept getting the same damn lines from my superiors. It's not your time yet. When will it be my time? Until I'm taking bribes and supporting injustice like they do? Until I'm corrupt and biased like they are? I remained silent as his eyes raked over my body, and I tried so hard not to make my disgust toward him known. He was a pedophile, and he had a 'kink' for younger girls. He couldn't be apprehended, he was the captain after all. That's how messed up the police system was. "I have a mission for you. One that would change your life forever. If you complete this mission successfully, you won't be promoted to lieutenant, but you'd be taking my position instead." He announced, and my head shot up in an instant, surprise etched all over my features as I tried to comprehend his words. From constable to captain? Was that even possible? Could it be that my time was now? Getting this promotion would change my life. I would finally be able to slap it on my stepbrother's face that I was not a loser. But before I could get elated, my eyes suddenly narrowed at him, as I felt that something was definitely amiss. This offer was too good to be true. And why me? It was too suspicious. "What mission, Captain? I have a right to know, don't I?" I asked, my voice stoic and cold, even though a part of me was giddy from the thought of getting promoted. "Of course." He started with a low laugh as he relaxed in his chair. "It's a very simple task, actually. All you have to do is infiltrate someone's life, get evidence that he's a criminal, and get him arrested. It's that easy." He explained, and my suspicion grew even more as I replayed his words in my head. It couldn't be that simple. Everything in me screamed to decline this offer. It felt... dangerous. But why would I give up on such a golden opportunity because of danger? That's why I became a police officer in the first place. "What kind of criminal? Who is he, if I may ask?" I asked again, and his countenance changed, a sign that he wasn't pleased with my countless questions. "This offer wouldn't last for long. I have other workers willing to do this in a heartbeat! So stop wasting my time and tell me-" "I'll do it," I said without thinking, and his face relaxed, a satisfied expression gracing his face as he passed a file over to me. I knew that I'd regret making this decision. But I wanted this promotion badly, so I was ready for whatever this mission held. However, the moment I took out the file and stared at the papers in front of me, I knew that I was fucked. I had just marred my life.