Intro:
Clement is Antonin's best friend. Clement is tall 1m88, foot size 44, green eyes, dark hair, thin. He has some hair on his chest but relatively low amount on the rest of his body.
Antonin is 1m85, dark blond, slightly more hairy than Clement, especially on his balls and ass crack.
Antonin is studying to be a physical therapist.
Antonin is required to bring a test subject to the class so he and the other students can practice under the guidance of the professor. Antonin asks Clément who accept to help.
During the sessions, Clement is required to be completely naked. Antonin has not seen his friend naked since soccer practice a few years ago and he has never touched him in intimate places.
During the sessions in class, Antonin and his classmates will have to perform very intimate procedures to Clement.
The first day:
Antonin nervously fidgeted as he waited for his best friend Clement to arrive at the university's physical therapy lab. Today was the day they would begin the practical portion of his coursework, and having Clement volunteer as his test subject made Antonin both grateful and anxious.When Clement walked in, his tall frame filling the doorway, Antonin felt a flutter in his stomach that had nothing to do with their long-standing friendship. Clement's green eyes met Antonin's gaze as he flashed a reassuring smile. Ready when you are, buddy.Antonin swallowed hard and nodded. Thanks again for doing this, Clem. I really appreciate it. He led his friend to the private changing area. Um, you'll need to disrobe completely for the examination and treatments. Just leave your clothes here and come out when you're ready."
As Clement emerged from the changing room, his tall, lean form on full display, a hush fell over the classroom. His pale skin seemed to glow under the bright lights, a light dusting of dark hair visible on his chest tapering down to a thin trail leading below his navel. Clement shifted self-consciously, his large feet shuffling against the cool tile floor.
Professor Dumont cleared his throat, addressing the class. "Alright gentlemen, let's begin our practical examination. The goal today is to familiarize ourselves with the human anatomy through hands-on exploration. Clement has kindly volunteered to assist us in building comfort with intimate contact."
He turned to Antonin. "Antonin, as the subject's friend, why don't you start? Touch every part of Clement's body, noting muscle tone, flexibility, and any areas of tension."
Antonin took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous energy coursing through him as he approached his naked best friend. He placed a tentative hand on Clement's shoulder, feeling the firm muscle beneath his palm. Slowly, methodically, he began to explore Clement's body, his calloused fingers trailing over smooth skin and defined contours.
"Relax, Clem," Antonin murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Just try to breathe normally." His hands glided down Clement's arms, noting the lean strength there before moving to his back. Antonin pressed firmly, working out a small knot near his lower spine.
As he circled around to face Clement, Antonin's heart rate quickened. He knelt down, examining the long, powerful legs, his fingers skimming along the inner thighs with a feather-light touch.
Antonin rose to his feet, now standing mere inches from Clement's nude form. His green eyes flickered downward, taking in the sight of his friend's manhood, soft and unaroused between his muscular thighs. Swallowing thickly, Antonin reached out, his fingertips ghosting over Clement's hipbones before splaying across his lower abdomen.
"The abdominal muscles are well-defined," Antonin noted clinically, even as a flush crept up his neck. His hands slid higher, thumbs brushing the undersides of Clement's pectorals. The light dusting of dark hair tickled his palms. "Chest is in good condition, no significant asymmetries."
Emboldened by the clinical nature of the examination, Antonin allowed his hands to roam further, mapping the planes of Clement's torso with growing confidence.
As Antonin's hands continued their exploration, Clement tensed visibly when his friend's fingers brushed against his inner thighs. A shudder ran through his body and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly uncomfortable with the intimate touch despite the clinical setting.
Noticing his friend's discomfort, Antonin paused, his hands hovering just above Clement's skin. "Hey, you okay there?" he asked softly, concern evident in his voice. "I know this might feel a little weird at first, but we've got to cover all the bases for a thorough exam."
He glanced up at Clement's face, taking in the slight furrow of his brow and the tense set of his jaw. Antonin knew he needed to proceed carefully, both for professional reasons and to put his friend at ease.
Professor Dumont stepped closer, observing the interaction between Antonin and Clement. He clapped his hands together, drawing the attention of the whole class. "Alright, let's keep things moving. Antonin, don't be shy - you need to examine every inch of the subject thoroughly. Remember, this is for educational purposes only."
He turned to address Clement directly, his tone firm yet encouraging. "Clement, I understand this level of intimacy may feel awkward initially. However, your participation is crucial for our learning process. Try to relax and focus on maintaining proper breathing."
Dumont gestured for the other students to gather around. "Now, let's observe how Antonin assesses the subject's genitals and perineal region. This is an essential aspect of a comprehensive physical evaluation."
Antonin hesitated briefly, glancing at Clement's face for any sign of clear distress or refusal. Seeing none, he took a deep breath and slowly reached for his friend's most intimate area. His fingers gently cupped Clement's scrotum, feeling the weight and texture of his testicles.
"Subject's testes appear normal in size and consistency," Antonin reported clinically, his voice strained. His thumb lightly traced the seam where scrotum meets perineum. "Perineum is clean and free of abnormalities."
As he spoke, Antonin's other hand wrapped around the base of Clement's penis, giving it a gentle squeeze to assess firmness and sensitivity. The shaft twitched slightly at his touch, but remained mostly flaccid. Antonin swallowed hard, acutely aware of the intimate nature of his actions.
Professor Dumont circled around behind Clement, his keen eyes assessing every detail of the examination. "Excellent work, Antonin. Now, let's move on to evaluating the subject's anal region. Remember, this is a crucial area for many therapeutic techniques."
He turned to address the class. "Gentlemen, pay close attention. Proper assessment of the perianal area requires delicacy and precision." Dumont gestured for Antonin to continue.
With trembling hands, Antonin reached around to spread Clement's buttocks apart, exposing his puckered hole to the cool air of the classroom. Up close, the dark pink rim looked incredibly intimate and vulnerable.
"I'm going to need to palpate the area to check for any abnormalities," Antonin said quietly, more to himself than anyone else.
As the examination progressed, Antonin found himself increasingly distracted by the intimate nature of his actions and the sight of his best friend's exposed body. He could feel the heat radiating off Clement's skin, smell the clean scent of his sweat. It was becoming harder to maintain a purely clinical mindset.
Professor Dumont noticed Antonin's growing unease and stepped in. "Remember, Antonin, this is a professional procedure. Focus on the anatomical details and not the personal relationship." He turned to address the class. "Sometimes, practitioners must set aside their own comfort for the sake of thorough patient care."
Under his breath, just loud enough for Clement to hear, Dumont added, "And think of how useful this experience will be for your future career. Hands-on knowledge is invaluable."
With renewed determination, Antonin continued his internal examination, carefully probing and manipulating the sensitive tissues.
As the intense examination drew to a close, Clement let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. His entire body felt flushed and hypersensitive, every nerve ending alight from the prolonged intimate touching.
Antonin withdrew his finger slowly, marveling at the way Clement's hole clenched reflexively around him before releasing its grip. He released his hold on Clement's hips, allowing his friend to stand upright once more.
"That concludes the initial examination," Professor Dumont announced to the class. "Well done, Antonin. Your technique shows promise." He turned to Clement with a nod of appreciation. "And thank you for your invaluable assistance, Clement. We couldn't conduct these practical sessions without willing volunteers like yourself."
As the other students dispersed to discuss what they'd observed, Antonin lingered, placing a comforting hand on Clement's shoulder.
Professor Dumont says to the class : "ok students, now that the initial exam included by Antonin, you will all get a chance to practice with Clement".
One by one, the other students approached Clement, their eyes roaming appreciatively over his exposed form. Each took turns running their hands over his skin, prodding and squeezing various muscle groups. Clement stood rigid, fists clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to cover himself.
A particularly bold student, a burly guy named Jean-Luc, circled behind Clement. Without warning, he grabbed two handfuls of the smaller man's ass, kneading the firm globes roughly. "Nice glutes," he commented, giving them a sharp smack. "Lots of power in these cheeks."
Clement yelped at the sudden impact, his face flushing beet red. He shot a desperate look at Antonin, silently pleading for rescue from this mortifying ordeal.
Antonin watched helplessly as his fellow students groped and fondled his best friend's naked body, each one seemingly determined to cop a feel. He could see the humiliation and discomfort written plainly on Clement's face, the way his shoulders were hunched and his fists clenched.
Unable to bear witness to his friend's suffering any longer, Antonin stepped forward, placing himself between Clement and the other students. "Okay, that's enough!" he said sharply, his voice cutting through the lewd comments and laughter. "Clement agreed to a clinical examination, not to be molested. Let's keep things professional from here on out, please."
Professor Dumont's expression hardened as he silenced Antonin with a stern glare. "Now, now, let's not get carried away with misplaced chivalry," he admonished. "Clement is here of his own volition, and these examinations are a critical component of your education."
He turned to address the class, his voice ringing with authority. "Students, I expect you to complete a thorough assessment. Don't let personal feelings interfere with your professional duties." Dumont fixed Clement with a penetrating stare. "Isn't that right, Clement? You did agree to full participation?"
Under the professor's expectant gaze, Clement swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. After a moment that stretched into awkward silence, he gave a jerky nod. "Y-yes, of course. I... I'm fine." - Clement had been warned by Antonin prior to the class, that if does not comply with the Professor's requests, the Professor might fail Antonin from the class.
Clement's shoulders slumped in resignation as the reality of the situation sank in. He knew that if he refused to continue cooperating, not only would he be letting down the entire class, but he would also be jeopardizing Antonin's academic success. The thought of his best friend failing because of his own discomfort filled Clement with a heavy sense of guilt.
Steeling himself, Clement took a deep breath and nodded at Professor Dumont. "I understand. Please, continue with the examination." His voice came out strained, barely above a whisper, but the message was clear - he would endure whatever was necessary for the sake of Antonin's education and his own sense of responsibility.
The other students wasted no time in resuming their explorations of Clement's body, their hands roaming over every inch of exposed skin with renewed enthusiasm.
After all the students get their chance at examining Clement, Professor Dumont turns to Antonin : "Antonin, to complete today's exam, please make Clement penis erected so you can take his measurements. Once it is done, proceed with providing a sperm sample".
Antonin starts reluctantly masturbating his friend's dick. Clement's face turn red under Antonin's manipulations of his private parts, but stays completely flacid.
Professor Dumont's eyes narrowed as he observed Clement's lack of arousal despite the extensive manual stimulation. "It seems our subject is not responding adequately to standard techniques," he mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Antonin, as his friend, perhaps you have a more...personal approach that could elicit a proper erectile response."
At the professor's suggestion, a shocked murmur rippled through the class. Antonin's eyes widened in disbelief, his face paling. "I...what? You can't be serious," he sputtered, glancing frantically between the expectant faces of his classmates and the impassive expression of his professor.
Undeterred by Antonin's hesitation, Dumont pressed on. "Come now, Antonin. This is a crucial aspect of urological assessments."
Professor Dumont's words hung heavy in the air, the implication crystal clear. Antonin felt his stomach churn with a mix of revulsion and panic. He knew that refusing the professor's directive could have severe consequences, not just for his own grade, but potentially for Clement's wellbeing if he insisted on continuing the examination.
Swallowing hard, Antonin met Clement's wide-eyed gaze, seeing his own shock and discomfort reflected back at him. In that moment, a silent understanding passed between them - a grim acknowledgment that sometimes, sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.
With shaking hands, Antonin reached for Clement's soft member, wrapping his fingers around the warm flesh. He stroked slowly, trying to coax it to hardness, but to no avail. Clement remained flaccid, his body betraying his utter lack of arousal in this clinical, humiliating scenario.
Frustrated and desperate to fulfill the professor's bizarre demand, Antonin dropped to his knees before Clement. He took a deep, steadying breath, trying to compartmentalize the wrongness of the situation. With a final apologetic glance up at his friend's stricken face, Antonin leaned in and extended his tongue, dragging it along the length of Clement's soft shaft.
The taste of his best friend's skin, combined with the musky scent of his arousal, sent a confusing jolt through Antonin's senses. He focused on the task at hand, swirling his tongue around the head of Clement's penis, coaxing it to stiffen with lips and tongue. All the while, he tried to block out the sounds of the class watching intently, the click of cameras capturing this degrading scene.
Despite Antonin's best efforts, Clement remained stubbornly flaccid, his body unresponsive to the intimate stimulation. Tears of frustration and humiliation pricked at the corners of his eyes as he stared down at his friend's bowed head, unable to believe this was happening.
Professor Dumont tsked disapprovingly, circling the pair like a shark scenting blood in the water. "Come now, Antonin. Surely you can do better than that. Use your tongue more assertively. Show the class the proper technique for eliciting an erection in a reluctant subject."
Around them, the other students shifted restlessly, some looking on with morbid fascination, others with barely concealed excitement. The atmosphere grew thick with tension and a sickening sense of anticipation.
Desperate to end this nightmare and salvage something from the disastrous examination, Antonin doubled his efforts. He took Clement's soft member into his mouth, suckling and swirling his tongue around the head with increasing fervor. The musky taste and scent of his friend filled his senses, overwhelming and intimate.
To his horror, Antonin felt a traitorous stirring in his own loins, his body reacting to the forbidden act despite his mind's revulsion. Shame burned hot in his gut as he realized the depravity of the situation - using his mouth on his best friend, all for the twisted amusement of their classmates and a sadistic professor.
Tears streamed down Clement's face as he stared at the ceiling, his hands fisting in his hair.
After several long, agonizing minutes of Antonin's relentless oral ministrations, Clement finally felt a traitorous stirring in his groin. To his utter shame and disgust, his penis began to swell and harden, the sensitive flesh responding to the wet heat of Antonin's mouth despite the horrific circumstances.
Professor Dumont's eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as he observed the physical evidence of Clement's unwanted arousal. "Ah, there we have it! The subject is responding appropriately now." He turned to address the class, his voice dripping with false enthusiasm. "Pay close attention, everyone. This is a prime example of how sometimes, more...intense stimulation is required to overcome psychological barriers and achieve the desired physiological response."
As Clement's erection throbbed in his mouth, Antonin fought back the urge to gag, tears stinging his eyes. The bitter taste of his best friend's pre-cum coated his tongue as he struggled to maintain his composure. He knew he had to see this through, to give the appearance of a successful examination, lest he and Clement face even worse consequences.Professor Dumont circled around behind Clement, eyeing the young man's straining erection with a critical gaze. Excellent work, Antonin. Now, let's measure the subject's dimensions for the record. He produced a ruler, holding it expectantly.Around the room, the other students watched with bated breath, some openly adjusting themselves as they drank in the depraved spectacle. The air was thick with the musk of arousal and the stench of exploitation.
With shaking hands, Antonin reluctantly released Clement's throbbing erection from his mouth. He took the proffered ruler, trying to ignore the way his own body betrayed him, his slacks growing uncomfortably tight. Biting his lip, he measured the impressive length and girth of his friend's arousal, calling out the figures to the eager ears of his classmates.
Professor Dumont nodded approvingly, jotting down the measurements in his notes. "Very good. Now, let's collect a semen sample for analysis. Antonin, I trust you can handle this part of the procedure as well?" His tone was light, almost conversational, but the underlying threat was clear.
Around them, the other students muttered excitedly, some already positioning their phones to capture the impending climax.
Antonin's heart raced as he realized the true depths of degradation to which they were being subjected. The thought of actually bringing his friend to orgasm, of being the instrument of Clement's ultimate violation, made him want to scream and run. But he knew he was trapped, caught between his loyalty to Clement and his desperate need to pass this vile examination.
With a choked sob, Antonin wrapped his hand around Clement's throbbing shaft, stroking with mechanical efficiency. He leaned in, his hot breath ghosting over the weeping tip as he lapped at the pearls of pre-cum oozing from the slit. The salty-sweet taste exploded on his tongue, a sickening reminder of the intimacy he was forcing upon his best friend.
"Please," Clement whimpered, his voice cracking with anguish and unwanted pleasure. "Don't make me..."
Professor Dumont's cold eyes glittered with malicious glee as he watched the debauched scene unfold. He circled the pair like a predator stalking its prey, drinking in every twitch and moan. "That's it, Antonin. Show the class the proper technique for milking a reluctant donor."
His voice dripped with false encouragement, pushing Antonin to continue his violating acts. Around them, the other students hooted and jeered, their phones recording every sordid second. Some even called out crude suggestions, urging Antonin to take Clement deeper, to choke on his friend's cock until he spilled his seed.
Clement thrashed weakly in Antonin's grasp, tears streaming down his face as his body betrayed him, hurtling towards a shameful climax. "I'm gonna...oh god, Antonin, please stop!"
With a final, strangled cry, Clement's body convulsed as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum erupted from his pulsing cock, painting Antonin's face and filling his mouth with the bitter essence of his friend's violation. Antonin gagged and sputtered, desperately trying to swallow the flood of semen, his own eyes leaking tears of revulsion and shame.
Professor Dumont applauded slowly, a wicked grin stretching his thin lips. "Bravo, bravo! Excellent demonstration of forced ejaculation techniques. The subject's sample will provide valuable data for our studies." He turned to address the class, his voice booming with false pride. "Let this be a lesson to you all - sometimes, a little...persuasion is necessary to obtain the specimens we need for science."
