PART 4 (continued)
CHAPTER 8 -- THE DINNER PARTY
When Teddy came to -- for of course the Professor had hypnotized him again for the ride home -- he found himself back on the leather couch in the living room with the Professor handing him another smoothie. Had to stimulate his semen production, after all.
It probably didn't need much stimulation. He hadn't cum all day, even while sucking off another guy at the gym. He was already sporting a full erection when the Professor brought him out of his trance.
The Professor had placed a platter with more melon slices on the ottoman, along with a charcuterie board with a variety of salamis, sausages, and prosciutto, alongside another board with both hard and soft cheeses and artisanal crackers.
"Please eat your fill," the Professor said. "I'm afraid you'll be working at the dinner party and won't have much of a chance to dine."
Naked waiter? Naked bartender? Naked lap-dancer?
When he had eaten as much as he could, the Professor guided him back to the guest bedroom.
"I'm going to hypnotize you to make sure you get a deep rest," he told Teddy. "I want to make sure you're fully refreshed before the guests arrive."
As Teddy was slipping into a trance-enhanced slumber, he felt the Professor take his still-erect cock into his mouth. "Just a little taste," the Professor said. "Something to give you some naughty dreams."
The sun was starting to set when the Professor woke Teddy. "Time to get ready, my boy," he said, guiding Teddy to the bathroom. A hot, sudsy bath was already drawn, and a variety of grooming products that seemed specifically geared to gay men had been set out on the bathroom sink counter.
"Please take care to clean yourself very thoroughly," the Professor said. "Take as much time as you need, but no more than an hour, and then come find me."
When he found the Professor an hour later, the man was just finishing setting up a bar station in a room accessed through the living room. A pocket door in an archway had been slide into the wall, revealing a massive library with dark cherry wood bookcases lining the walls.
Teddy didn't have a chance to inspect the books, but he got a good glimpse of them. A set of law books on one entire bookcase. A set of encyclopedias. Leather-bound books that Teddy assumed were classic literature. But other bookcases were filled with hardback bestsellers, and others with well-worn mass market paperbacks.
The room was even furnished with a well-stocked built-in bar.
"Will I be bartending, Sir-- Professor?" Teddy asked.
"No, my boy, I have someone else for that," the Professor said. "I'll show you what you'll be doing in due time."
Right on cue, a doorbell rang. The Professor answered it and returned to the room with six strapping young men of varying ethnicities and builds ranging from slender to muscled. All were in their mid- to late twenties. All wore similar black aprons like the staff at the Meat Market with the same logo of a whip curled to look like an "S." They each wore black flip-flops and topless aprons that left their torsos bare, and nothing else. And moments later, they were only wearing the aprons, as the Professor had them toss their flip-flops in a black duffel bag that he stashed in a cabinet.
"Gentlemen, welcome," the Professor said. "You may remember Lot Thirteen from last night? I bought him for the weekend."
Teddy felt self-conscious in front of all of these extremely fit men. Even though they only wore a tiny strip of fabric, their dicks were covered at least -- even if their bare asses were exposed when they turned around. Teddy was standing in front of them in all of his naked glory. Just thinking about being the only one with his dick exposed was making him hard again.
The men murmured their hellos.
"Okay, let's get ready," the Professor said. "You two all set to finish the dinner? Right, you know where the kitchen is. You two will work the bar. You know where the ice is, right? The bar should be well-stocked, but you know where the wine cellar is, right? There's more booze in the pantry in case you need to restock. And you two can answer the door, take coats, and I'll have trays of appetizers for you to circulate once the guests are here."
Teddy was mystified what his role would be. It seemed like everything was already staffed. He would have assumed he would just mingle as a guest, albeit a naked one, but the Professor had told him he'd be too busy to eat during the dinner party.
He didn't have long to wonder.
"Come with me," the Professor said to Teddy. He guided him to the now-open archway that separated the living room from the library. He opened two sets of small compartments on either side of the archway, one set on the left and right sides about six feet up, the other set close to the floor. The compartments had been concealing large steel eyehooks mounted into the walls.
"Please stand in the archway facing the living room," the Professor instructed. "Spread your legs wide. Yes, that's it. Now spread your arms."
From the same closet where the waiters' flip-flops were stored, the Professor pulled out another duffel bag with an assortment of restraints. In moments, each of his arms and legs were cuffed with the other side of the chain attached to the bolt in the wall, leaving Teddy standing spread-eagled, naked and exposed, in the archway that separated the two rooms.
He wasn't there long when the doorbell rang. One of the aproned men ushered in Adam and John from last night. Both men were wearing slacks and pressed collar shirts, unbuttoned and without ties. They handed their sports coats to one of the attendants to stow in a coat closet.
"Hello again, Lot Thirteen!" John said, stepping forward to run his fingers down Teddy's chest to his naval and then his dick.
