Professor Cantu is waiting.

You’ve visited Professor Cantu’s offices once or twice before and unlike a few Professors she was not in the habit of drastically changing the layout of the rooms around with Shoubu magic. The Professor had access to a number of connected rooms including a conference room and study. But the first room through the main entrance was her public tutor’s office.

As you enter you see the Professor standing behind her desk, a large white folder in hand. As ever she was certainly easy on the eye. Short with a narrow waist but with wide perfectly proportioned hips, a full lovely bust, toned thighs, bubble butt, pale skin and dark brown hair. She was wearing professional attire.

You look around for a chair but notice that apart from the Professor’s own office chair there was no-where to sit. The Professor ignores your initial bewilderment and puts the white folder down on her desk.

“Mason Holland” she says in a light Italian accent.

“Pleased to see you again Professor.”

“Are you really Mason? Pleased to see me?” she says breathily. You can’t tell whether this is vaguely menacing or slightly seductive. She comes around to your side of the desk and walks towards you.

“Listen, I think I can guess what this is about” you say bluffing. “I know Belinda has been talking shit about me but I’ll have those papers complete by today. Although to be honest I’m not really sure this is your depaaauuh.”

Your guess that the meeting was about your academic commitment or lack thereof is abruptly derailed as Professor Cantu has stopped so close to you she is virtually leaning against you. You can feel her warm sweet breath and the light musk of her perfume. Your dick immediately and inevitably begins to respond. Her hand rubs itself against your crotch feeling for your rapidly engorging cock.

You haven’t the foggiest fucking idea what is going on but after your heroic restraint with Cindy last night you are not passing up the chance to fuck a very willing playmate and certainly not something as lovely Floriana Cantu.

You slip a hand behind her to rest on one delectable buttock and another on her hip “So this was a social request, Floriana?” you smile. You reach down with your mouth to embrace her inviting lips. She slips her head to one side and you bury your nose into her hair.

“No Mason. It’s professional” she whispers into your ear, the tip of her tongue making the barest tantalising contact with your ear lobe. Her hand has brought your cock to full attention and it strains against the material of your pants. It would be painful if you weren’t so horny right now. Her fingers caress and cup your balls “It’s in my capacity of guidance tutor” she says.

You don’t really understand what she means by this, and frankly are more interested in finding the back zipper for her tight office skirt.

“Mmmm..guidance tutor?” you say absently. Maybe it was a roleplay thing? You take a stab at the direction she is going, “I need a guidance tutor Professor.” You lean in to neck her.

“No. Guidance tutor to Cindy South” she replies. At the same instant these words jolt you to attention, she has her right hand tightly around your testicles and is squeezing. Sharp eye-watering pain shoots through your crotch and up into your lower stomach.

“FUCK!” you cry out and instinctively try to take a step back but Cantu increases the pressure ever so slightly, and you immediately stop. Unthinking you raise your right hand in anger but the short woman grabs your wrist. Her delicate hands can barely fit around your wrist but she is, unbelievably, strong enough to bend the wrist back to send a sharp pain through the joint. She firmly directs your arm to hang straight down by your side and with a cold glance indicates for you to do the same with your other arm.

You barely comply. The pressure on your balls is almost too much to bear. Your legs are shaking and it is all you can do to stay upright but you dare not move.

“Careful Mason” says the Professor icily, any hint of the seductress gone. “I spent a few PRIZE Tokens this morning. Guess what on?”

“Grip strength” you stutter.

“Complimenti!” she says with fake admiration at your deduction “That’s right Mason. I recorded a grip strength of 185kg, or 400lbs if you prefer, in the gym this morning. That would be a record in the outside world. Without magical assistance of course” she says “more than enough to crush your poor little sacks. Do you believe me? That I could, do it? That I would, do it?” she exerted the tiniest additional effort and almost unbelievably the pain reached new agonising heights. Now you really can’t stand. Your legs begin to buckle and horrifying images of your balls ripping away in her vice like grip flash through your head.

“I believe you! Please!” you scream. She smiles as coldly as before and relents, easing the pressure considerably but still keeping a light grip on your scrotum. The release of pressure sends you into a painful coughing fit. The Professor pays this no mind and still holding you walks you around so you have turned 180 degrees and are now half-leaning, half-sitting against her desk, with her in front of you. You try and move your arms to nurse your balls but she reprimands you with a tut and a slight squeeze. You don’t try that again.

Floriana gives you a broad welcoming smile “Buono. Come sei carino. Now we can have a chat. Mason, tell me the truth, why was Cindy South in your apartment last night?”

“I was helping her...” you start and her face immediately flashes with furious anger and she once again flexes her grip on your balls.

“As Cindy's tutor I received an update this morning that Cindy South had just entered some very stupid ****-GAME last night. So, tell me the truth Mason.” she virtually snarls the words, squeezing your stones viciously. This time you can’t help but desperately grab her wrist with both hands. Your face is red and your vision a blur through the tears welling up. Whatever you planned to do to loosen the psychotic bitch’s grip is ineffective as her wrist doesn’t move an inch.

“Please it’s…truth...” you wail “she’s in a ****-GAME. But I helped her avoid....aaauuugh.” you manage to sputter out before the agony becomes too much and coloured pain spots appear in front of your eyes.

Almost as if she hadn’t almost popped your balls to a mush her face lightens slightly and the grip is released at least enough that you can painfully stammer out a coherent answer

“Help her avoid what?” she says impassively.

You talk quickly, your words stumbling over themselves. “She was **** and was going to be date **** by two, I don’t know who. Classmates’, rivals, whatever. No wait” you say remembering “Mandy and Sam were their names. Obviously, they wanted to win the GAME that way. I spotted what was happening and stepped in. I managed to get Cindy back to my apartment.”

“And then what happened Mason?” the Professor asked.

“And then nothing. She was wasted. So, I put her to bed on my sofa. I made her coffee this morning and she left…”

Professor Cantu looks you in the eye. She does not exert any more pressure but her fingers slide across the underside of your sack seeking out a fuller grip. The anticipation of a further **** now adds cold terror to your physical pain.

“You are telling me that the grubby little PI Mason Holland, who has stayed at Shoubu simply to exploit the GAMEs of others would not take advantage of a laid-out beautiful girl like Cindy? Who would become his undying sex ****? That is your story? Do you really think I am so stupid?! That I am blind to the perverted deals you make with that creep Lucas to trap young women?” Her voice was rising with Latin heat and you think that there is a very real chance of this Italian vixen pulverising your testicles in a blind fury. You think fast on something that Professor Cantu had said.

“Check your GT tutor updates!” you say “They’ll confirm that she’s fine, that she hasn’t LOST the GAME!”

Professor Cantu gives you an appraising look and releases her grip entirely before taking a step back. You fall to the floor in a crumpled heap nursing your abused balls. “I did check my tutor GAME updates this morning. I saw that the GAME was still going on.”

You look up at her incredulously “Then what the fuck was that all in aid of!” you yell. “Crazy bitch!” At this insult the look of fury returns to Cantu’s face and you assume a foetal position **** to protect your testicles.

Instead, Professor Cantu says a word and the two absent chairs magically appear in her office beside you. She pours a glass of water from a jug and then offers the glass to you while saying, “oh, get up Mason. It’s undignified writhing about like that.”

You clamber on to the chair and take a few painful gulps of water. Your shirt is soaked with sweat from the ordeal.

“When Cindy missed her tutorial this morning” she explains “I got worried. Particularly considering your involvement. I checked my student GAME updates of course but I couldn’t be sure you hadn’t found some loophole to hide the result. We both remember Sandra Bellington, yes?”

You nod but say nothing, instead taking another gulp of water. Better not to say anything about the Bellington case. It was four years ago. The way you delivered for your client was pure genius but what happened to the poor sophomore Sandra was not your finest hour. It was one incident that had earned Professor Cantu’s enmity. And she obviously was still holding a grudge.

“Couldn’t you have asked Cindy?” you say.

Professor Cantu shrugs at the comment dismissively “I suppose so. But I wanted to hear it from you.”

You groan in frustration and the raw throbbing pain in your balls “unbe-fucking-lievable. Women...” you pause in your less than charitable assessment of women in general and Italian professors in particular as Floriana swiftly raises one foot onto the chair. The spike of her high-heel is threateningly close to your crotch. “You insult me once and I am patient Mason. Not twice.” She says warningly.

You nod and take a breath. “Now tell me” she asks lowering her foot “Why did you help her?”

You don’t bother trying to make a facetious comment about doing the right thing. “She can help me make contact with someone I need to help a client. And now we have an arrangement.”

“An arrangement?” says Professor Cantu raising one eyebrow

“Not like that” you say quickly. “She helps me with this client and I will help her with her GAME.”

Professor Cantu leans in, her fingers once again caressing your crotch. “Ok. But if I find out you have taken advantage of Cindy’s, shall we say precarious position during this GAME, then your balls become a smear” she says with unnecessary visceral bluntness.

“Sure. Yeah, of course” you hastily agree. “But if you’re being this protective of your students, which is great by the way, why don’t you step in directly? End the GAME or have Mandy LOSE?”

“You know perfectly well that nothing can nullify a GAME once started. And it is against university policy for a senior staff member to interfere with a GAME. Particularly where there is a special interest such as a tutor. I like Cindy. She is an excellent student and a credit to Shoubu, but if she loses the GAME fair and square then so be it. That is the way of the magic here.”

You decide to push your luck with this line of questioning. “Then why your interest in me taking advantage of the GAME?”

“Because you are an exception, Mason. An anomaly or as I would name it, an aberration. I have been Head Professor of Applied Shoubu GAME Theory & Practice for more years than I care to remember and I can tell you that the GAMEs are meant to be between two competitors who know the stakes. Not necessarily equal, not always fair, but at least understanding what the consequences are. You though,” her voices drips with contempt “you turn that upside down. Losers become winners; winners are denied their prize. I cannot prove that your actions disrupt the magic of Shoubu. There is after all thankfully only you acting as a PLAY Investigator across the whole university. Nonetheless I believe you to be a pollutant to the Shoubu system. And I will be fucked if I let you weasel your way into one of my students’ panties with one of your stupid little loopholes.”

“Ok” you reply, wincing at the professor’s assessment. You struggle to your feet “So, it’s personal. That’s all you needed to say. So, if that’s all cleared up, I’ll be making a move. I’ve got papers to mark, balls to ice, you know the usual.”

You begin to head towards the door.

“Not quite Mason. You said you were going to help Cindy with her GAME. How?”

You glance over your shoulder at Professor Cantu and give her a shrug “Probably use a stupid little loophole.”