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Merton emitted a final primal grunt, and stepped back from his forlorn captive. He returned his softening cock to his trousers and wiped his perspiring brow, regaining his composure and air of professionalism. Shane opened his eyes, realising he'd had them tightly shut for much of the ordeal to which he had just been subjected. The odd feeling of the professor's slick, warm load on his feet disgusted him to his core... but his toes curled and moved against one another regardless, as one is prone to subconscious exploration when presented with a new sensation. A wide smile grew across the professor's face on noticing this, a delightful sight of his sperm all over this straight chav's perfect feet.
*knock* *knock* A gentle enquiring rattle on the door broke the admiration of the scene before Merton, and a flustered looking Mr Kirk entered the exam room. "the lubricant, as requested" he announced, presenting a bottle from the pocket of his long white lab coat. Placing the lube on the table, he turned to leave. "Wait, Mr Kirk..." instructed his boss, "Shane here is a special case indeed, I think you should assist me with him going forward... It will be good for your development". Kirk's excitement was palpable as he turned to his superior and thanked him graciously for the opportunity.
Shane's mind snapped back to the situation at hand, keeping focus was proving difficult in this bizarre scenario. "wait, lube, I thought you said there wasn't any?" He said with confusion, connecting the dots as he spoke. "Quite right too... Luckily for you, Kirk here has saved us from using the... organic kind" replied the professor. Shane could only gulp audibly in feeble response, this was ultimately better than the alternative he conceded. "On with the assessment then, remember, boy, no complaints or you will be gagged" dictated Merton. Shane could only nod his head in reluctant agreement, he could do nothing else for now.
The chav's pair of "assessors" began their next steps with clinical efficiency. Shane's feet were cleaned of Merton's seed. The two nodded to one another and approached their subject, Kirk's eyes gleaming with hunger as he inspected the now bare torso of the scally twink that lay helpless before them. The tension increased as he again produced the medical grade scissors which had removed Shane's t-shirt.
"Now, now, young man," Mr. Kirk murmured. "Let's not make this any more difficult than it needs to be." He began to cut through the grey sweatpants that clung to Shane's slender hips. The sound of the fabric being sheered causing Shane to tightly close his eyes and mouth, desperately trying not to betray his inner thoughts. With each snip the scissors danced closer to Shane's flesh, the cold metal glinting menacingly as it grazed his skin. Shane winced as the fabric fell away, revealing the tight black cotton of his boxers. The two looked longingly towards the last protection of Shane's modesty, as the thin fabric struggled to contain the treasure within.
Shane's eyes sprang open as he felt warm breath against his exposed thigh. Kirk's head was hovering tentatively close to his bulge, opening his mouth to complain the fat finger of the professor shushed Shane's lips... "Shh, Kirk is required to be close to prevent injury, we wouldn't want that would we?" he replied, with a disingenuous shade of care for Shane's wellbeing. Kirk grinned and readied his scissors, but was stopped by the professors hand on his arm. "A quick learning point, if I may?" grinned Merton to his subordinate. Kirk nodded, relinquishing the scissors to his teacher, happy to even be in the room at all.
The prossesor continued, his willing student haning on his every word. "You see Kirk, due to our subject's defiance - his socks are useless now?" he said, gesturing at the white socks on the counter. He was right, it seemed an age ago Kirk had removed them, one now soggy with shane's saliva and the other used so keenly it could not possibly retain it's full scent. "What do you propose?" Enquired Kirk. Merton bent over the boy, his nose almost touching the fabric covering the package within. His nostrils flared and he inhaled greedly, the musty scent of youth and defiance filling his mind.
Kirk slapped his forehead in disbelief "of course, these will be just as intense with his musk!" he quiped. "Indeed" his mentor replied. Shane's eyes narrowed into slits hearing the grotesque discussion of himself. His body stiffened as Kirk looked at him with a glint of excitement, his mouth watering. "Can I?" Kirk whispered, his eyes flicking up to meet Professor Merton's for approval. The professor moved away, giving a knowing nod. "Very well," he murmured, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
Kirk didn't need to be told twice. He leaned in closer, his breath hot and ragged, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep inhale of the sweaty scent emanating from Shane's impressive crotch. His eyes rolled back in his head for a brief moment, savoring the aroma of masculine arousal. He breifly lingered, before returning to his eager study under Merton's guidance. "Quite right, if anything I would say more intense" he commented.
Merton nodded in agreement. "You're learning fast. Now, let's proceed with the examination." He stepped back, allowing Kirk to take the lead. Kirk's trembling hands reached for the waistband of Shane's boxers, his eyes never leaving the prize that awaited him. Kirk's trembling fingers finally found the courage to grasp the waistband of Shane's boxers, the anticipation in the room thick with the scent of desire. With a swift yet gentle tug, the fabric slid down the teen's toned legs, revealing the treasure they had been eagerly discussing.
Shane's protests grew louder, his body tensing in anticipation and fear. The fabric stretched taut against the outline of his semi-hard cock, begging for release. With a swift yank, Kirk tore the boxers away, exposing Shane's nakedness to the cold, sterile air of the room. Shane's protests were muffled again as Merton shoved the sock back into his complaining mouth, "You were warned boy!" he sternly added. Shane's tormentors admired his cock as it lay limp against his thigh, a testament to his vulnerability. Kirk was the first to break their silent adoration "An impressive specimen, don't you think?" he enquired, his gaze never leaving the thick young dick.
"Indeed" agreed the professor, his eyes tracing the veins that snaked along the shaft. "Not yet, Kirk," he cautioned, raising a hand to stay the young doctor's eager hand. "We must be methodical in our approach. Observe the physiological reactions first. The arousal must be gradual, a crescendo of sensation that we control."
Kirk nodded, his own arousal evident in the bulge straining against his trousers. He took a deep breath, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of Shane's bare feet, the toes curling and uncurling in a silent plea for mercy. "The slipups," he murmured, understanding the Professor's instructions implicitly. Much effort was required, owing to shane's kicking and straining but Merton restrained the chav's ankles once again. His eyes glanced quickly upwards, landing on shane's perfect arse as the boy squirmed against the restrains. "Next step, Kirk" came the command from the Professor, snapping Kirk back to his senses.
Regaining his composure Kirk approached the table again, holding a metal contraption. "I'm afraid it will be a tight fit, this is the largest we have" he grinned, passing it to his mentor. Shane's bucking and soft cries reached new levels as he felt a warm hand grasp his exposed cock. He could only watch helplessly as the cold metal of the cage was slipped over his length and snapped closed with a clunk. He screamed again, realising what was happening, his impressive soft dick straining against the snug cool metal. "To keep you from misdeeds until your sample." chuckled kirk. "Yes, This will keep your 'little' friend in check until we're ready for him," Merton added with a smug smile, patting the cage gently. "And trust me, boy, you'll know when it's time."
