Shane’s toned, young body writhed and contorted helplessly on the examination table. The last drops of adrenaline his body could muster coursed through his veins in one last moment of pitiful defiance. The older professor allowed himself a wry smile as he ran his fingers through the boy’s cropped blonde hair, yanking his head back to lock his eyes in a stern gaze. “You know, there were some who suggested disobedient chavs like you should be sent for military service?” He enquired, knowing full well his captive could only curse and spit into his sock gag. He continued, releasing Shane’s hair and selecting a pair of scissors from the side table, “So… you’d do well to be thankful my methods have proved more successful.”
*snip* *snip* *thrrr-snip* Proff’s scissors sliced effortlessly through the youth’s T-shirt… revealing his perfect torso to the pervert for the first time. Shane panted as in the corner of his eye he swore he saw his tormentors still exposed dick, twitch violently and emit a moist bead of precum as his body was exposed. Merton noticed this too, moving closer to “evaluate” the fine specimen before him.
Shane was not a bulging bodybuilder type, but had the athletic, slim build that the professor favoured. Hard pecks with the most perfect nipples, with tight abs hairless but for a seductive trail leading anyone lost in the teen’s beauty towards the Crown Jewels. Shane’s whimpers increased again as the aged professor unbuckled his suit trousers and slid them down, stepping from them as he stood over his exposed patient. Shane’s exhausted muscles could manage only a feeble twitch as the prof’s hands delicately explored his torso. A sudden, muffled scream was redundantly cried into the moist fabric of Shane’s sock gag. The prof’s hands had swept upwards to grasp Shane’s chest, before tweaking each pert nip with a rough twist. “Oh, I’m sorry, boy… was that too hard?” sniggered Shane’s assailant. “Let me apologise…” With this comment, and a grin, Merton lent forward and took Shane’s throbbing left nipple into his mouth, sucking and kissing the reddened boy-teat with glee.
Shane groaned as his sensitive nip popped free of the prof’s lips before the older guy lent across to give the other tit some TLC, a feat which was not easy for the diminutive prof. Shane soon became intimately aware why this ungainly stretch was necessary. The restrained boy felt the hard, moistened shaft of the prof sliding rhythmically between his abs and Merton’s own portly frame. Shane tried to muster some response, a cry, a scream, a kick… but his body and mind were completely exhausted. The professor stepped back onto the floor, giving his rock-hard prick a few much-desired pumps. He admired the small pool of his pre-cum which gathered in the recesses of Shane’s abs, before running his throbbing head into these precious juices.
Shane felt a tight belt across his waist as he was buckled with a new restraint - he couldn’t even muster a “hmmmph”, his tongue now dry against his sock. Noticing the lad’s newfound silence, Prof. Merton pulled the gag from Shane’s parched mouth. “Stay quiet, or it goes back!” He instructed before moving towards the boy’s restrained feet. Merton pulled a stool to the end of the table, and freed Shane’s ankles, reddened as they were from his resistance. Shane, resigned as he now was to his fate, put up no resistance as his soles were placed together in the prof’s hands and pressed against his face. The prof excitedly took in the chav scent of Shane’s perfect feet, his meagre cock twitching again as if willing itself bigger. His tongue set to work exploring every possible crease of the soles and perfect toes, ensuring a perfect gleam of saliva.
The prof stood from his stool and guided his scally prisoner’s soft moist soles down to his aching prick. His long-awaited shudder came as his solid head slid between Shane’s perfectly positioned arches. “Shhh…” he insisted in response to the stifled complaints Shane now voiced. The delicate approach quickly gave way to a piston-like motion, Merton shoving his shaft forward while pulling Shane’s feet back, grunting and shaking as he went. He had edged himself too far, he thought, looking up at the lad before him - protected only by his grey jogging bottoms… his last surprises to explore hidden beneath. The prof released Shane’s feet “hold them there!”. His left hand grasped his cock, whilst his right crept up Shane’s leg, cupping his heavy package through his joggers momentarily before holding the white Nike sock he’d earlier enjoyed to his nose.
“Agh… you know, there’s an unwritten rule… uhhhh… you should know, first guy to cum on your feet… ahhhhh…. Uhhh” the prof’s cock jumped, as spurt after spurt of spunk erupted from his cock. The warm cum streaked over Shane’s feet and toes, but stray seed landed over Shane’s joggers and torso. “Ahhh… good boy!” Smiled Merton, shaking his last drops onto Shane’s toes. “Yeah, as I was saying, first to cum on your feet will be personally responsible for you here… should have mentioned that before…”
