The third floor of the university building was a labyrinth of academia, where the air was thick with the scent of old books and the weight of knowledge. Dima Loshkarev, a student from the VIP-208 group, approached the door to Alexander Alexandrovich Rybanov's office with a heart pounding like a drum. His academic debt loomed over him like a dark cloud, and today was the day he had to face it.
With a shaky hand, Dima knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal Rybanov, a man in his 50s with gray hair and a commanding presence, his weight around 110 kilograms. His stern look softened into a smirk as he ushered Dima inside.
"Welcome, Mr. Loshkarev," Rybanov said, his voice dripping with authority. "I trust you're here to settle your academic debt?"
Dima nodded, his throat dry. "Yes, Professor Rybanov. I'm ready to do whatever it takes."
Inside the office, Dima noticed another professor, Alexander Yurievich Igumnov, a 60-year-old bald man without a beard, sitting quietly in the corner. Igumnov seemed disinterested, his eyes fixed on a book in his lap.
Rybanov leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. "Well, Dima, the terms of your debt clearance are quite...unconventional. You see, the only way to clear it is by performing oral sex on me."
Dima's eyes widened in shock, but he knew he had no choice. "I...I understand, Professor. I'll do it."
Rybanov chuckled, enjoying his position of power. He unzipped his pants and commanded, "Begin, Dima. And don't be shy about it."
Dima knelt before Rybanov, his hands trembling as he reached out. Rybanov's voice was playful yet insulting. "Come on, Dima, show some enthusiasm. You're not just doing this for me, but for your future."
As Dima started, Igumnov watched with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. Known to be impotent, he hadn't felt a stir in his loins in years. But as he watched Dima, something unexpected happened. He felt a surge of arousal, his body responding in a way it hadn't in a long time.
Rybanov noticed Igumnov's reaction and chuckled. "Look at that, Igumnov. Seems like you're enjoying the show. Why don't you join in?"
Igumnov hesitated, but the stir in his loins was too strong to ignore. He approached Dima, who was still focused on Rybanov, and hesitantly joined in. Dima, overwhelmed but determined, tried to manage both men, his efforts met with mixed reactions of pleasure and mockery.
Rybanov's voice boomed with satisfaction. "That's it, Dima. Show us what you're made of. And you, Igumnov, don't be shy. This is a team effort now."
The room filled with the sounds of their activities, punctuated by Rybanov's domineering commands and Igumnov's surprised exclamations. "I...I haven't felt this in years," Igumnov gasped, his voice a mix of disbelief and pleasure.
As they neared completion, Rybanov's control over the situation became even more evident. "That's it, Dima. You're doing well. Just a little more, and your debt will be cleared...for now."
Finally, both professors finished, leaving Dima exhausted but relieved. Rybanov zipped up his pants and looked down at Dima with a satisfied grin. "Good job, Dima. But remember, your academic debt might require more than one visit to be fully cleared. Come back later for another session."
Dima nodded, his mind reeling from the ordeal. As he left the office, he knew that his journey to clear his academic debt was far from over.
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