Third Class
As usual, Clement arrives before the class to get fully naked and presents himself in front of the Professor, Antonin and his classmates.
Professor Dumont stroked his chin thoughtfully as he reviewed Clement's examination results from the previous class. "Hmm, it seems our volunteer has some rather...tight anatomical features that may hinder his sexual function and responsiveness." He turned to the class with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Fortunately, this presents an excellent opportunity for hands-on training in penile stretching techniques."
Clement's blood ran cold as the implications sank in. He shook his head frantically, backing away from the professor. "No, wait, you can't...that's too much! I never agreed to anything like that!"
But Dumont simply smiled, a cold, predatory expression that sent shivers down Clement's spine. "Nonsense, my boy. As a volunteer, you've consented to all manner of therapeutic procedures."
Professor Dumont turned to Antonin, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "Antonin, I want you to take the lead on this. Your... familiarity with Clement's anatomy will prove invaluable in the stretching process." He patted Antonin's shoulder condescendingly. "Start gentle, of course. We wouldn't want to cause permanent damage... at least, not without proper authorization."
Clement trembled, fresh tears springing to his eyes as the horrifying reality of his situation crashed over him. He was utterly at the mercy of these monsters, his body to be used and abused in the name of twisted "science". The thought of Antonin's hands on him again, this time with the express purpose of inflicting pain and discomfort, made his stomach churn with nausea.
Professor Dumont circled the terrified Clement like a shark, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Now, now, none of that, my boy. Remember, this is all for Antonin and the class good." He turned to Antonin, jerking his head towards Clement. "Well? Get to it, then. Start with the foreskin, nice and slow."
Antonin's heart raced as he approached his friend, his hands shaking with a mixture of revulsion and reluctant arousal. He knew this was wrong, knew he should refuse, but the specter of failure and the professor's implicit threats loomed large. Swallowing hard, he reached out to grasp Clement's soft member, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tight foreskin.
Clement yelped in pain and surprise, his hips jerking away reflexively.
Professor Dumont tsked disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing. "None of that, Clement. Hold still and allow the examination to proceed." He turned to Antonin, his voice sharp with command. "Don't be gentle. We need to break through that tight tissue, no matter how much it...discomforts our volunteer."
Antonin's stomach churned with nausea, but he steeled himself, knowing resistance was futile. Gripping the loose skin of Clement's foreskin more firmly, he began to tug and twist, stretching the taut flesh to its limit. Clement cried out, tears streaming down his face as searing pain lanced through his most sensitive areas.
"Relax, Clement," Antonin ground out through gritted teeth, even as his own body reacted traitorously to the intimate contact. "It'll be over soon."
Professor Dumont's eyes glinted with cruel amusement as he loomed over the trembling Clement. "I must say, your lack of cooperation is quite...disappointing, Clement. We're only trying to help you, after all." His voice dropped to a menacing purr. "But if you insist on being difficult, well... perhaps a more drastic solution is in order."
He snapped his fingers, summoning a nearby assistant who scurried over with a tray of surgical instruments. Dumont picked up a scalpel, turning it in the light as he continued. "Circumcision is a perfectly routine procedure, of course. But I would hate for it to come to that. Surely you don't want to inconvenience everyone with such an extreme measure?"
His gaze raked over Clement's tear-streaked face, a mockery of concern in his eyes.
Professor Dumont's lips curled into a sneer as he watched the color drain from Clement's face. "So, what will it be, my boy? Will you cooperate and submit to the necessary stretching regimen? Or shall we schedule you for a trip to the operating room?" He tapped the scalpel against his palm, the metallic ring echoing in the suddenly silent classroom.
Around them, the other students shifted uneasily, some looking away from the disturbing scene while others watched with morbid fascination. Antonin felt bile rise in his throat, his heart pounding as he realized the true depths of the professor's depravity. He wanted to intervene, to protect his friend, but the memory of his own recent humiliations stayed his tongue.
Clement trembled like a leaf, tears streaming silently down his cheeks as the horrible choice was laid bare before him.
With a choked sob, Clement finally nodded, surrendering to the inevitable. "Okay, I... I'll do it. I'll let them stretch me." His voice broke on the words, barely above a whisper. "Just please, no surgery. I can't... I won't survive that kind of violation."
Professor Dumont's face split into a triumphant grin, the scalpel vanishing from sight. "Wise choice, Clement. Very wise indeed." He clapped his hands sharply, addressing the class. "Right then, let's get started on the stretching regimen immediately. Antonin, you'll take point as always. The rest of you, observe closely and take notes. This is a rare opportunity to witness the process in real-time."
Clement shuddered, fresh tears welling in his eyes as the reality of his fate sank in.
Professor Dumont circled the trembling Clement like a shark, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "Now then, let's begin, shall we?" He snapped his fingers at Antonin. "Get started, my boy. Nice and thorough, mind you. We want to ensure maximum... flexibility."
Antonin's stomach churned with revulsion, but he knew he had no choice. Steeling himself, he grasped Clement's soft member, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tight foreskin. Slowly, carefully, he began to stretch the delicate tissue, working it back and forth, back and forth.
Clement whimpered and flinched, tears streaming down his face as the burning pain radiated from his most sensitive area. His hips jerked involuntarily, torn between the urge to pull away and the instinctive need for friction.
Professor Dumont watched with sadistic glee as Antonin methodically stretched and manipulated Clement's foreskin and frenulum. "That's it, nice and steady. Work it back and forth, back and forth. Feel how tight it is, how resistant to the proper shaping." His voice dripped with false encouragement, masking the underlying cruelty of his commands.
Clement sobbed brokenly, his body writhing in agony as Antonin's fingers dug into his most intimate flesh. The pain was excruciating, like fire licking at his nerve endings with every tug and twist. He could feel the delicate tissues straining, threatening to tear under the relentless assault.
"P-please," Clement begged through gritted teeth, his vision swimming with tears. "It hurts... I can't... ahhh!"
Professor Dumont's eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as he watched Clement squirm and beg. "Pain is just a temporary sensation, Clement. What matters is the long-term benefits of this procedure." He turned to address the class, his voice ringing with false authority. "Observe the subject's reactions closely. Note how the body responds to the stretching, how the tissue begins to yield under persistent pressure."
Antonin gritted his teeth, fighting back waves of nausea as he continued the brutal manipulation of his friend's genitals. He could feel the heat of Clement's skin, the way his member twitched and jumped in his grip, torn between pain and unwanted arousal. "I'm sorry," he whispered hoarsely, even as his fingers dug deeper, working the foreskin back and forth with increasing force. "We'll get through this, I promise."
Professor Dumont circled the debased pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. "Excellent work, Antonin. You're really getting the hang of this stretching technique." He turned to address the class, his voice dripping with false pride. "You see, gentlemen, with enough persistence and the right... motivation, even the most stubborn anatomical features can be reshaped to our desires."
Clement sobbed brokenly, his body wracked with pain and humiliation as Antonin's fingers ruthlessly manipulated his most intimate flesh. The burning ache radiating from his groin was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, a searing agony that seemed to consume his entire being. Through tear-blurred eyes, he saw the other students watching, some with morbid fascination, others with barely concealed excitement.
"P-please,"
Professor Dumont's voice cut through Clement's agonized pleas, sharp and commanding. "Enough whimpering, Clement. Pain is merely a stepping stone on the path to enlightenment." He turned to Antonin, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I think it's time we graduated to the next level of this therapeutic regimen. Antonin, I want you to use your mouth this time. Really work that foreskin with your tongue and lips. Show us the power of oral manipulation."
Clement's blood ran cold at the implication, fresh tears springing to his eyes. "No, wait, you can't... not that too!" He tried to shrink back, but found himself pinned in place by the professor's merciless gaze.
Around them, the other students shifted eagerly, some already reaching for their phones to record the impending degradation.
Professor Dumont leaned in close, his hot breath ghosting over Clement's ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone. "My, my, what a delightfully tight little urethral opening you have, Clement. Practically begging to be stretched and shaped, isn't it?" He chuckled darkly, straightening up and addressing the class.
"Pay close attention, everyone. Our volunteer's meatus requires some... specialized attention." Dumont snapped his fingers, summoning a nearby assistant who scurried over with a tray of ominous-looking tools - various sizes of metal rods, dilators, and even a small speculum.
Turning to Antonin with a cruel smile, he ordered, "Get to work, my boy. We need to widen that piss hole to a proper diameter. Use whatever devices you deem necessary."
Antonin's stomach churned with revulsion as he stared at the array of invasive tools laid out before him. The thought of violating his friend in such a grotesque manner made him want to retch, but he knew disobedience would mean suffering far worse consequences.
With shaking hands, he selected the smallest metal rod, praying it would be sufficient to appease the professor without causing Clement too much agony. He knelt before his trembling friend, meeting his tear-filled eyes with a silent apology.
"I'm so sorry, Clem," Antonin whispered hoarsely, even as he gripped the rod with white knuckles. "I have to do this. Just try to breathe through it, okay?"
Clement whimpered, fresh tears spilling down his cheeks as he nodded jerkily, bracing himself for the incoming torment.
Professor Dumont circled the pair like a shark, his eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation. "That's it, Antonin. Nice and steady now. Insert the probe slowly, allowing the tissues to gradually accommodate the increased diameter." His voice dripped with false encouragement, masking the underlying cruelty of his commands.
Antonin's hands shook as he positioned the cold metal tip against Clement's tight meatus. Taking a deep breath, he began to press forward, watching in horror as the small opening stretched obscenely around the invading object. Clement let out a high, keening wail, his body convulsing with the sheer agony of the penetration.
"That's a good boy, Clement. Let it out," Dumont cooed mockingly. "The more you resist, the more it will hurt. Relax and accept your new shape."
Professor Dumont watched with sadistic glee as Antonin slowly fed the metal rod into Clement's screaming urethra, the tight flesh stretching obscenely around the invading object. "Excellent work, Antonin. Look at how beautifully it's opening up." He turned to address the class, his voice ringing with false pride. "Observe the resilience of the human body, gentlemen. With the right... persuasion, even the most stubborn passages can be reshaped to our desires."
Clement thrashed and sobbed, his vision swimming with tears as the searing pain radiated from his core. It felt like he was being split open, his most intimate channel violated in the most brutal manner imaginable. Around him, the other students watched with a mix of fascination and disgust, some already reaching for their notebooks to document the horrific procedure.
"Please,"
Professor Dumont's eyes gleamed with cruel amusement as he watched Clement writhe in agony, his pleas falling on deaf ears. "Shh, shh, there's no need for all that fuss, Clement. You're doing wonderfully, really." His voice dripped with false sympathy as he circled the debased pair like a shark. "Just imagine how much better you'll feel once your body has adapted to its new shape. The initial discomfort is merely a small price to pay for ultimate pleasure and peak performance."
Antonin gritted his teeth, fighting back waves of nausea as he continued to slowly twist and thrust the metal rod, forcing Clement's urethra to stretch around the unyielding surface. He could feel the heat of his friend's skin, the way his member throbbed and jumped in his grip, torn between pain and reluctant arousal.
Coming Next: the sounding take a dark turn for ClementÂ
