Lessons Learned the Hard Way

By Hadrian Temple

Dr. Watkins is a university professor out east. He's also an experienced leather dom. When Porter, an over-entitled student arrogantly assumes that Dr Watkins will help him pass the course he's failing so he can graduate on time, Dr Watkins decides that Porter needs to learn a couple of very important lessons, and he's the leatherman to teach Porter those lessons. What follows is a night that neither of them will soon forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hadrian Temple
• Release date: Jan 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9780463219744

Hadrian Temple

Unlike many of the authors who write about gay bdsm on Smashwords, Hadrian Temple is a gay leatherman who has been exploring kink for more than a decade. He writes about sex and relationships the way gay men actually have them (with a healthy dose of fantasy, of course). He writes from the perspective of a dominant because that's the role that appeals to him the most, and because so few other authors write from that perspective

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Lessons Learned the Hard Way

Hadrian Temple

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Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction containing adult sexual content and is intended for readers over the age of consent. Be aware that this book contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, homosexuality, domination, submission, sado-masochism, verbal abuse and humiliation. By purchasing this book, you certify that you are an adult and aware of its contents. Any resemblance with any persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

I had no idea who the kid at my office door was, but he looked vaguely familiar. He was one of those ridiculously good-looking college guys that always catch my attention. He was about 6’ and I’d guess around 200 lbs of lean muscle; he clearly spent a lot of time in the gym. He had sandy blond hair, blue eyes, and a truly photogenic face with high cheek bones and a strong chin; I’ll bet he’d thought about modeling at some point. He was clearly a junior or senior. He was wearing a tight white Abercrombie t-shirt (is there any other kind?) that really showed off how well-defined he was and jeans that hugged his body nicely. For several seconds, my mind oscillated between admiring him and trying to figure out where I’d seen him before.

Mr. Watkins? he said. At that point I stopped trying to identify him because he’d just committed one of my pet peeves.

It’s Dr. Watkins. How can I help you?

He walked into my office and held out his hand for me to shake. I stood up and shook it. He had a firm handshake; I’ll bet he’s practiced it. It’s Porter Durant. I’m in your Shakespeare class.

Ah, yes, that was where I knew him from. He was the distractingly good-looking kid who only sporadically came to class. And of course he’d be named something like ‘Porter’. Have a seat, Porter. What can I do for you?

He sat down in the chair next to my desk and dropped his backpack on the floor. So I wanted to talk about my grade in the class.

Oh, sure. Let me look up your grades so I can refresh my memory. It took me a minute to call up the numbers on my computer, but I wasn’t surprised by what I saw. So let’s see…You failed the first exam with a 40%. You never turned in the second exam, so you got a 0 on that. Your first paper…Did you turn in your short paper?...No, so a 0 on that as well. And your term paper was a 25%. What did you write on?

Umm…Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, yes. I remembered. It was one of those papers that stood out by how bad it was. A full page shorter than the minimum length. No thesis statement and an argument that barely rose above Romeo just wants to get laid. Lots of grammar issues. And throughout the paper, he’d spelled the name of the female lead as ‘Juliette’.

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