The next week Clement comes back to the class. He has not had the strengh to talk to his friend since their last encounter the previous week.
Clement get naked in the changing and present himself, still very self-councious, in front of the class.
Professor Dumont smirked as he surveyed the classroom, his eyes lingering on Clement's hunched, naked form. "Now then, let's continue our practical exercises in desensitization and relaxation techniques." He turned to Antonin with a meaningful look. "Antonin, I want you to demonstrate the full-body sensory stimulation protocol on our volunteer here. Since you both seem a bit shy and uncomfortable with the full body physical exam, Antonin you will use your tongue to examine Clement's entire body. It should break any remaining barriers between you two"
Clement's eyes widened in horror, his hands instinctively moving to cover himself. "Wait, what? I don't...you can't..." he stammered, backing away slightly.
Dumont silenced him with a sharp gesture. "Nonsense, boy. This is a vital part of Antonin's training. Antonin, begin at the top and work your way down. Leave no inch of skin untouched by your tongue."
Antonin's stomach churned with dread and revulsion at the professor's sickening command. He could see the raw terror and humiliation etched onto Clement's face, the way his friend's body trembled like a leaf in a storm. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to refuse, to grab Clement and run far away from this nightmarish scenario.
But the icy tendrils of fear coiled around his heart, reminding him of the consequences should he defy a direct order from Professor Dumont. Failure, expulsion, the ruination of his academic career and dreams - all for the sake of his conscience. Swallowing the bile rising in his throat, Antonin stepped towards Clement, his movements wooden and lifeless.
He started at the nape of Clement's neck, dragging his tongue along the sweat-dampened skin.
Antonin dragged his tongue along the column of Clement's throat, tasting the salt of his friend's fear-sweat. He moved lower, lapping at the hollow of his collarbone before dipping into the valley between his pecs. Clement shuddered violently, a choked sob escaping his lips as he felt the wet heat of Antonin's mouth on his most intimate places.
"Shh, it's okay," Antonin murmured against his skin, hating the lie even as it left his tongue. "Just try to relax. It won't last much longer." But even as he said it, he knew this hellish ordeal was far from over. With leaden steps, he sank to his knees, beginning his descent down Clement's quivering body.
He mapped the ridges of his abdomen with his tongue, tracing each defined muscle.
As Antonin's tongue trailed lower, Clement's breathing grew ragged and uneven. The rough texture of his friend's mouth against his sensitive skin sent jolts of unwanted sensation zinging through his nerves, stoking the embers of reluctant arousal. Tears streamed freely down his face now, smearing the mascara he'd worn for luck this morning.
"P-please, Antonin," Clement whimpered brokenly, his voice cracking on a sob. "I can't...it's too much. I feel so dirty, so ashamed." His hands fisted in Antonin's hair, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, craving the sick comfort of his touch even as it destroyed him.
Around them, the lecherous whispers and muffled giggles of their classmates filled the air, a twisted soundtrack to their shared degradation.
Professor Dumont circled the debased pair like a shark scenting blood, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. "That's it, Antonin. Don't neglect a single inch of the subject's skin. Show us the importance of thorough sensual stimulation in overcoming inhibition."
He turned to address the class, his voice dripping with false magnanimity. "You see, gentlemen, even the most recalcitrant patients can be brought to a state of heightened arousal through dedicated, hands-on treatment. This is a crucial skill for any budding therapist to master."
Clement shook and sobbed as Antonin's tongue painted obscene patterns across his pelvis and lower abdomen. The coarse hair there tickled his lips before he descended even further, nuzzling into the crease where thigh met groin.
Professor Dumont's eyes gleamed with malicious intent as he watched Antonin's degrading ministrations. "Excellent work, Antonin. You're really getting the hang of this." He turned to address the class, his voice dripping with false praise. "See how our volunteer's body responds, despite his vocal protests? This demonstrates the power of persistent sensual stimulation in overriding the mind's natural defenses."
Clement whimpered and writhed as Antonin's tongue traced maddeningly close to his most intimate area. Tears streamed down his face, smearing his makeup, as he was forced to endure this sickening parody of intimacy. His hands fisted in Antonin's hair, torn between pushing him away and clinging to him, craving the twisted comfort of a familiar touch even as it destroyed him.
Professor Dumont's eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched Antonin's tongue trace along the sole of Clement's large foot. "Ah, excellent initiative, Antonin. Don't forget the importance of erogenous zones often overlooked by less thorough practitioners."
Clement let out a strangled gasp, his toes curling involuntarily as the wet heat of Antonin's mouth engulfed his sensitive skin. The coarse texture of his tongue rasping against the delicate nerves sent jolts of unwanted pleasure sparking up his leg.
"Oh god, please...no more," Clement begged, his voice raw with anguish and reluctant arousal. Tears and snot streaked his face as he was forced to endure this final degradation, his body betraying him with each lap of Antonin's tongue.
One of the classmate raises his hand: "Professor, Clement seems be still very uncomfortable with Antonin touching him. I read in a research paper that making the subject touch another male body could held him with in own inhibitions. What do you think?"
Professor Dumont rubbed his hands together gleefully, relishing the opportunity to push his students beyond their comfort zones. "Splendid idea ! Antonin disrobe completely and present yourself to Clement. This will help acclimate him to the male form in all its glory."
Antonin's face paled as he realized the full extent of the depravity expected of him. With shaking hands, he removed his clothing, baring his toned physique to the hungry eyes of his classmates. His generous endowment swung heavily between his muscular thighs, a thatch of dark curls framing his base. The coarse hair of his sack peeked out from his plump, hairy scrotum.
Clement's eyes widened in shock and trepidation as Antonin stood before him, naked and vulnerable.
Professor Dumont circled the pair like a shark, his eyes glinting with sadistic glee. "Go on then, Clement. Run your hands over every inch of Antonin's body. Familiarize yourself with the masculine form." His voice dripped with false encouragement, masking the underlying cruelty of the command.
Clement swallowed hard, his palms slick with nervous sweat as he hesitantly reached out to touch Antonin. He started at the broad expanse of his friend's chest, fingers tracing the defined pectorals and abs. The heat of Antonin's skin seeped into his touch, the wiry hair of his happy trail tickling his fingertips as he ventured lower.
Antonin stood rigid, his jaw clenched and fists balled at his sides as he endured the intimate caress.
Clement's hands trembled as he explored the unfamiliar terrain of Antonin's body, mapping the contours of his muscles and the texture of his skin. He paused at the juncture of his thighs, staring in awe and trepidation at the heavy sac suspended between them. The coarse hair there called to his fingertips, daring him to touch.
Professor Dumont's voice cut through the charged silence, sharp and commanding. "Don't neglect any area, Clement. Cup his testicles, weigh them in your palm. Get a real sense of the male anatomy."
Clement whimpered, but complied, his small hand enveloping one of Antonin's large, furry balls. It felt alien and intimate, the weight and warmth of it sending a confusing jolt through him. He rolled it gently, marveling at the way it shifted in his grasp.
Professor Dumont circled the pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction as he watched Clement's hesitant explorations. "Excellent, now move on to the gluteal region. Squeeze and knead those firm cheeks. Really get a good tactile impression."
Clement's face flushed scarlet as he reluctantly obeyed, his slender fingers sinking into the dense muscle of Antonin's ass. The coarse hair of his crack tickled his knuckles as he groped and massaged, feeling the way the supple flesh yielded to his touch before springing back into place.
Antonin stood rigid, his teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut as he endured the intimate violation, his body betraying him with a traitorous shudder.
Professor Dumont's voice cut through the charged air, dripping with false benevolence. "Now, Clement, it's time to graduate to the next phase of your...education. I want you to explore Antonin's body with your tongue, just as he did for you earlier. Don't miss a single inch of skin."
Clement recoiled in horror, his eyes wide with panic and revulsion. "What? No, I can't...I won't..." he sputtered, shaking his head vehemently. The thought of putting his mouth on another man, especially his best friend, made his stomach churn with nausea.
But Dumont's eyes flashed dangerously, his smile sharpening into something predatory. "This isn't a request, Clement. It's an order. You agreed to full participation, remember?"
Clement's breath came in short, panicked gasps as the reality of his situation crashed over him. He was trapped, cornered by the sadistic whims of a power-hungry professor and the unspoken threats hanging over him. With trembling hands, he reached out to grasp Antonin's hips, steadying himself as he leaned in.
"I'm sorry," he whispered brokenly, hot tears spilling down his cheeks. Then, with a shuddering breath, he pressed his lips to the warm skin of Antonin's abdomen, tasting the salt of his friend's sweat. He dragged his tongue along the ridged muscles, mapping the contours he'd memorized with his hands moments before.
Antonin stood rigid, his jaw clenched so tightly a muscle ticked in his cheek.
Professor Dumont circled the pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction as he watched Clement's hesitant explorations. "That's it, nice and slow. Take your time, savor every inch," he purred, his voice dripping with false encouragement. "Remember, this is all part of the learning process. You need to become intimately familiar with the male form."
Clement whimpered softly as he dragged his tongue lower, the coarse hair of Antonin's happy trail tickling his lips. He paused at the base of his friend's shaft, staring up at him with tear-filled eyes that begged for mercy even as his tongue darted out to lap at the sensitive skin.
Antonin's breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought the urge to pull away.
Professor Dumont circled the debased pair, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee as he watched Clement's oral ministrations. "Excellent work, my boy. You're a natural at this." He turned to address the class, his voice dripping with false pride. "See how our volunteer's body responds, even as his mind rebels? This demonstrates the power of physiological over psychological control."
Clement whimpered around the flesh in his mouth, tears streaming down his face as he was forced to endure this final degradation. The bitter taste of pre-cum coated his tongue, a sickening reminder of the effect his actions were having on his best friend.
Antonin stood rigid, his hands fisted at his sides, fighting the urge to buck into the wet heat engulfing him.
Professor Dumont's voice rang out, sharp and commanding. "Enough foreplay. It's time for the main event." He gestured to Clement, a cruel smirk playing at his lips. "Bring our subject to completion, Clement. Milk him dry with that talented mouth of yours. Show us the true depths of your dedication to the art of therapy."
Clement gagged, the musky scent of Antonin's arousal filling his nostrils. With a shuddering breath, he took his friend deeper, relaxing his throat to accommodate the thick intrusion. Tears streamed down his face as he bobbed his head, slurping obscenely, determined to end this nightmare as quickly as possible.
Antonin threw his head back with a strangled groan, his hips rocking involuntarily as the wet heat of Clement's mouth engulfed him.
With a final, strangled groan, Antonin's orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed and twitched in Clement's mouth as thick ropes of cum erupted down his friend's throat. Clement gagged and sputtered, struggling to swallow the flood of bitter seed, tears streaming down his face.
Professor Dumont applauded slowly, a wicked grin stretching his thin lips. "Bravo, bravo! A truly magnificent display of oral technique and commitment to the therapeutic process." He turned to address the class, his voice booming with false pride. "You've all witnessed the power of dedicated practice and the importance of pushing past personal boundaries in the pursuit of knowledge."
Around them, the other students hooted and jeered, some even calling out crude congratulations to both Antonin and Clement, reveling in their shared degradation.
Coming next: the Professor noticed that Clement's foreskin and frenulum were very tight during the intial examination. Antonin then the rest of the class will train to stretch Clement's foresking and frenulum
