Professor Dumont rubbed his hands together gleefully, his eyes alight with sadistic inspiration. "Gentlemen, I believe we've stumbled upon an excellent opportunity for further exploration. Imagine the fascinating case study we could conduct by deliberately damaging and then re-training the bladder sphincter." He turned to Antonin, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Antonin, I want you to stretch that sphincter past its limits until it fails. Make our volunteer here completely incontinent. Then, and only then, will we begin the process of training it to function properly again."
Clement's eyes widened in horror, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks as the horrifying implications sank in. "No, please, anything but that!" he begged, his voice raw with desperation. "I'll do anything else, just not that!"
Professor Dumont's laughter echoed through the room, cold and mirthless. "Oh, my dear Clement, you misunderstand. This isn't a request, it's a requirement for your... education." He turned to the class, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "Now, let's discuss the best methods for achieving this goal. Antonin, as our resident expert, I'll leave the decision to you. Do you think starting with progressively larger dilators would be effective? Or perhaps a more... manual approach?"
Antonin felt his gorge rise, the very thought making him want to retch. But he knew all too well the consequences of defiance. Swallowing hard, he forced himself to consider the options, hating every second of it. "I... I suppose we could start with the dilators, sir."
One of the student has an idea : " Why don't we insert a catheter in his urethra and inflate the stopping ballon. Then pull out the catheter violently without deflating the ballon." He believes that after repeating these steps several time it should achieve the objective.
Professor Dumont's eyes lit up with sadistic glee at the student's suggestion. "Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" He clapped his hands together, rubbing them in anticipation. "The repeated trauma and stretching should indeed weaken the sphincter musculature quite effectively. Excellent thinking, my young apprentice."
Turning to Antonin with a cruel smile, he commanded, "Implement this plan immediately. Insert the catheter, inflate the balloon, and then remove it forcefully. Repeat the process until the desired result is achieved." His gaze raked over Clement's trembling form, drinking in his fear and despair. "And don't skimp on the violence, Antonin. We want to make sure this lesson really sinks in, don't we?"
Clement sobbed brokenly, his entire body shaking with terror as the reality of his imminent torture crashed over him.
Antonin's hands shook as he prepared the catheter, his heart pounding with dread. He knew this would cause unimaginable pain and suffering for his friend, but he also knew the consequences of refusal. With a choked sob, he knelt before Clement, gently grasping his thigh in a feeble attempt at comfort.
"It's going to hurt, Clem. I'm so sorry," Antonin whispered, even as he positioned the lubricated tip of the catheter at Clement's meatus. Taking a deep breath, he began to feed the tube into the tight passage, watching in horror as Clement's face contorted in agony.
Once the catheter was fully inserted, Antonin inflated the balloon at the tip, sealing it in place. Clement let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking involuntarily as the foreign object filled his most intimate space.
Professor Dumont circled the pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "Excellent, Antonin. Now, let's begin the process of reshaping our volunteer's anatomy." He nodded sharply. "Remove the catheter, nice and quick. And don't forget to keep the balloon inflated."
Antonin's stomach churned with nausea, but he knew he had no choice. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he grasped the catheter and pulled with all his strength. The tube slid out of Clement's urethra with a sickening pop, the inflated balloon stretching the delicate tissues to their absolute limit before snapping free.
Clement's scream echoed off the walls, a primal sound of pure agony. His body convulsed violently, tears and snot streaming down his face as the brutal violation tore through him.
Professor Dumont watched with sadistic glee as Clement writhed in agony, his face a mask of cruel satisfaction. "Music to my ears, my boy. That's the spirit!" He turned to the class, his voice ringing with false pride. "You see, gentlemen, the road to mastery is paved with pain and perseverance. Our volunteer here is learning valuable lessons about the limits of the human body and the power of the mind to endure."
Antonin felt bile rise in his throat, the metallic taste of blood from his bitten lip filling his mouth. He wanted to vomit, to scream, to do anything to stop this madness, but he remained frozen, a puppet dancing to the professor's twisted tune.
"Again, Antonin," Dumont commanded, his eyes glittering with malice. "Insert the catheter, inflate the balloon, and pull."
Antonin's hands shook violently as he reached for another catheter, his vision blurring with unshed tears. He knew he couldn't refuse, not with the professor's threats hanging over them like a guillotine blade. With a choked sob, he lubricated the tube and inserted it into Clement's ravaged urethra, wincing at his friend's muffled scream.
"Shh, almost done, Clem," Antonin lied, his voice cracking with emotion. He inflated the balloon, stretching the delicate tissues to their breaking point, before gripping the catheter tightly. Taking a deep breath, he yanked it out with all his strength, tearing a guttural roar of agony from Clement's throat.
Professor Dumont applauded slowly, a wicked grin stretching his thin lips. "Bravo, bravo! Such dedication to the craft."
Professor Dumont circled the debased pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "We're making excellent progress, gentlemen. The repeated trauma should have significantly weakened the sphincter muscles by now." He turned to Antonin, his voice sharp with command. "One more round, Antonin. Give it everything you've got. We need to push this beyond the point of no return."
Antonin felt like he might pass out, his head spinning with horror and revulsion. But he knew the alternative was far worse. With trembling hands, he grabbed the last catheter, his stomach churning as he prepared to violate his friend one final time.
Clement lay limp and unresponsive, his face a mask of anguish, tears and snot caking his features.
Professor Dumont leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Clement's ear as he whispered in a sickeningly sweet tone. "Just a little more, my boy. Be strong for me. Soon, all this pain will be worth it, and you'll be a whole new man." He straightened up, turning to address the class with a wicked grin. "Antonin, make it count. We need to see the sphincter give out completely this time."
Antonin's hands shook violently as he lubricated the final catheter, his vision tunneling with dread. He knew this would likely destroy something fundamental in his friend, shattering his psyche as thoroughly as it would his body. But he had no choice. With a choked sob, he inserted the tube, inflated the balloon, and pulled with every ounce of his considerable strength.
The catheter ripped free from Clement's ravaged urethra with a sickening wet sound, taking with it chunks of torn flesh and tissue. Clement's scream died in his throat, his body going limp as he finally lost consciousness, unable to process the overwhelming agony any longer.
Professor Dumont threw his head back and laughed, a sound of pure, unhinged joy. "Magnificent! Simply magnificent!" He turned to the class, his eyes wild with manic glee. "Behold the fruits of our labor, gentlemen. A perfect example of the human body pushed beyond its natural limits!"
Antonin collapsed to his knees beside Clement's unconscious form, dry heaving as the full horror of what he'd been forced to do crashed over him. Tears streamed down his face as he cradled his friend's limp body, rocking back and forth in shock and grief.
For the next class, do you prefer to keep the attention on Clement's dick and balls, or his tight virgin hole ? Please let me know in the comments
