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Prof. Gottard 0.5
By: Grod Date: July 27, 2024, 11:40 pm
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You, a star athlete with a body sculpted by countless hours of
rigorous training, find yourself strapped to a cold, unforgiving
metal table. The bright lights above you cast harsh shadows
across the gleaming chrome surfaces of the laboratory, and the
only sound is the rhythmic tick of a clock echoing through the
stark room. Professor Gottard, a man known more for his twisted
genius than his social graces, looms over you, his eyes glinting
with a madness that sends shivers down your spine. He reaches
into his pocket and pulls out a pair of dentures, his gums now
wet and exposed as he places them on a tray beside him. "Let's
begin," he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation.
> "Your dick is mine now boy!" The professor says, before
engulfing the young man's penis.
You feel a rush of warmth and wetness as Professor Gottard's
mouth envelops your penis. His gums are surprisingly soft,
almost velvety, and his technique is...unexpectedly skilled. He
moves his head slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, as if
savoring every moment of your discomfort and arousal. His tongue
flicks against the underside of your shaft, sending bolts of
pleasure shooting through your body. Despite the horror of the
situation, your body responds involuntarily, your cock hardening
in his mouth. The professor chuckles, a low, sinister sound that
seems to resonate through the very air, as he continues to suck
you off, his cheeks hollowing with each deep draw. You struggle
against your restraints, but the bonds hold firm, leaving you
helpless to do anything but endure the twisted pleasure he
inflicts upon you.
> Gottard brings him to the edge but never lets him cum.
As Professor Gottard's skilled mouth works tirelessly, bringing
you to the brink of orgasm only to pull back at the last moment,
you find yourself caught in a torturous cycle of pleasure and
denial. Your body is a taut bowstring, desperately seeking
release, but the professor is a masterful archer with no
intention of letting you find it. You can feel your muscles
quivering with the effort of holding back, your breath coming in
ragged gasps, and your heart racing like you're in the final
sprint of a marathon. His eyes bore into yours, filled with a
twisted delight as he watches your torment. The salty taste of
pre-cum fills his mouth, and he smirks, knowing the power he
holds over you. He takes a moment to lick the precum off his
lips, savoring it, before diving back in with renewed vigor.
You're so close, so incredibly close, yet so far from the relief
you crave. The room seems to spin around you, a mix of dread and
arousal clouding your thoughts. What will you do next?
> The Jock blows his load into the evil scientist's mouth.
As Professor Gottard's mouth continues its relentless torment,
you can feel your body reaching the peak of arousal. Each time
he brings you to the edge, you tense up, expecting the sweet
release of orgasm, only to have it ripped away again. The
frustration builds, your mind a whirlwind of conflicting
emotions—fear, anger, and an unmistakable, unwelcome pleasure.
And then, with a suddenness that surprises even you, your body
betrays you. You cum hard, your cock spurting hot semen into the
professor's eager mouth. He makes a show of swallowing, his
Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he does so, his eyes never
leaving yours. A smug smile stretches across his face,
victorious in his conquest of your body's most primal responses.
But the moment of relief is fleeting. You realize with a sinking
feeling that this is only the beginning. The professor wipes a
stray drop of cum from his chin, his eyes glinting with a new
challenge. "Ah, but can you do it again?" he purrs, his voice
thick with amusement. Your body feels drained, but his words
stir something within you. What will you do now that you've
experienced this humiliating climax at his hands? Will you find
a way to resist his perverse games, or succumb further to his
twisted desires?
> The professor gives the jock a spanking
The sharp sting of the spank echoes through the room, your
cheeks burning with a mix of pain and embarrassment. Professor
Gottard's hand is surprisingly firm, each smack sending a jolt
through your body that somehow only serves to heighten your
arousal. You feel the beginnings of a new erection, despite your
efforts to resist. His eyes gleam with a mix of satisfaction and
amusement as he continues to spank you, his rhythm methodical
and precise. With each smack, he whispers, "Who's in control
here, boy?" The question hangs in the air, taunting you as your
body reacts against your will. Your mind reels, trying to find a
way to regain the upper hand, but the reality is stark: you're
naked, bound, and utterly at his mercy. The sound of your own
whimpers fills your ears, a stark contrast to the grunts and
groans of pleasure that escape you with each impact. You're torn
between the humiliation of the situation and the undeniable
arousal that courses through your veins. The professor leans in
closer, his breath hot against your ear. "You're doing so well,"
he says, his voice a seductive purr that sends a shiver down
your spine. "But we're not done yet." He reaches down to stroke
your cock, which responds eagerly despite your internal
protests. You can feel your body preparing for another round of
his twisted game. What will you do now that you've been marked
by his hand? Will you find the strength to resist, or will you
continue to succumb to his perverse desires?
> The professor spanks the jock until his butt is bright red.
The pain from the spanking turns into a strange sort of warmth,
and your buttocks are a vivid shade of red, a stark contrast to
the paleness of your skin. Professor Gottard's hand comes to
rest on your abused flesh, his fingertips tracing the outline of
your bruises with a disturbing tenderness. The room feels
hotter, your breaths coming in shallow pants as the ache in your
ass mingles with the unwanted arousal his actions have stirred
in you. The professor leans in, his breath warm against your
ear, and whispers, "You're going to cum for me again, aren't
you?" His words are a challenge, a declaration of his dominance
over your body. You feel his hand start to move again, gently
stroking the length of your cock. Despite the pain, it's hard to
deny the pleasure that's building once more. The slickness of
your own pre-cum is evident under his touch, and he chuckles
darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. He places his
free hand on your stomach, pushing down slightly to keep you in
place as he picks up the pace of his stroking. "Beg for it,
boy," he says, his voice a silky threat. "Beg for me to make you
cum again." Your body responds before your mind can even process
the words, your hips bucking upward, seeking more contact. The
question is, will you give in to his perverse demands, or find
the will to fight back against his psychological and physical
torment?
> The jock over-powers the professor.
Your sudden burst of strength catches Professor Gottard off
guard. You manage to break free from the restraints that had
held you down, adrenaline surging through your veins. The cold
metal of the table feels slick against your skin as you push the
professor away, knocking him to the floor with a grunt. He looks
up at you, his expression a mix of shock and anger. His grip on
your cock loosens, and you take the opportunity to kick him
square in the chest, sending him sprawling backward. You stand,
your legs shaky but your resolve firm. The professor, though
winded, is not easily deterred. He scrambles to his feet, his
eyes narrowing as he assesses the new situation. "You're a
feisty one," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But you
can't escape this." The room is a blur of chrome and gleaming
instruments, and the door seems so far away. But the taste of
freedom is intoxicating, and you know you have to try. What will
you do next? Will you make a run for the exit, or confront
Professor Gottard and put an end to his twisted games?
>
> The Jock bends the professor over his knee and gives him a
good spanking
The moment you bend Professor Gottard over your knee, the tables
have turned. His eyes widen with a mix of surprise and fear as
you assert your newfound dominance. Each smack of your hand
against his ass resonates through the room, leaving a red
handprint on his skin. He squirms and tries to break free, but
your grip is too strong, fueled by the anger and humiliation
you've endured. Each smack is met with a grunt from the
professor, his body tensing and then relaxing with the rhythm of
your punishment. His trousers fall to his ankles, revealing his
own erection, which he tries to hide in vain. The room, once
filled with his sinister laughter and taunts, is now filled with
the sound of his pained gasps and pleas for mercy. The power
dynamic has shifted, and he is now the one who is vulnerable and
exposed. You feel a sense of satisfaction with each hit, but
there's also a part of you that's horrified at what you've
become—how you're using your body, once an instrument of
athleticism, to inflict pain on another. What will you do now
that you have the upper hand? Will you continue to spank the
professor, or will you find a way to escape this twisted game
altogether?
> The jock spanks the professor some more.
You continue to spank Professor Gottard, each smack echoing
through the laboratory like a declaration of your newfound
power. His cries of pain grow more desperate, his body squirming
in your grasp. His erection, once a symbol of his dominance, now
stands as a humiliating testament to his vulnerability. The
scent of fear and arousal fills the air, a potent mix that makes
your head spin. The professor's face is a mask of agony and
humiliation, his eyes pleading for you to stop. But something
inside you refuses to relent. With each smack, you feel a
twisted sense of satisfaction, a thrill that you never knew
could come from causing someone else pain. The room seems to
shrink around the two of you, the only sounds the slap of flesh
against flesh and his muffled whimpers. Your hand starts to
sting, but you don't let up. You're lost in the moment, in the
rush of adrenaline and the thrill of the chase. But the game
isn't over yet. The professor is still here, and he's not one to
take defeat lying down. What will you do next? Will you keep
going, or will you find a way to break the cycle of violence and
escape this twisted scenario?
> The Jock makes the professor suck his dick.
As you push the professor's head down towards your crotch, you
feel a surge of power and control. His mouth opens in shock, and
you take the opportunity to shove your still-hard cock inside.
His gums graze against your sensitive skin, but he quickly
adjusts, taking you in with a gasp. The sensation is
overwhelming, a strange mix of satisfaction and revulsion. His
eyes water and his cheeks hollow as he sucks, his gums and
tongue moving in a desperate attempt to please you. You can feel
his hot breath against your balls, his saliva coating your shaft
as he struggles to take your full length. His hands come up to
grip your hips, not to push you away, but to pull you closer, to
deepen the intrusion. It's a depraved dance of dominance and
submission, played out in the stark light of the laboratory. His
muffled moans and gasps fill the air, punctuating the rhythm of
your thrusts. The taste of victory is bitter in your mouth, but
it's a taste you can't help but crave more of. You look down at
the man who had so easily reduced you to a quivering mess of
pleasure and pain, and now he's the one under your control.
> The jock cums on the professor's face.
As you pull your cock out of Professor Gottard's mouth and let
him taste your victory on his face, his expression is one of
defeat and degradation. His eyes are wide with shock and a hint
of fear as your cum drips down his cheeks and onto the floor.
You stand over him, chest heaving with exertion, feeling a mix
of triumph and disgust. The power has shifted in the room, and
you're the one in control now. The once-dominant professor is
now at your mercy, his body trembling as he tries to process the
humiliation you've subjected him to. The air is thick with the
scent of sex and power, a heady combination that makes you feel
both powerful and a little bit sick. The question remains, what
will you do next? Will you continue to assert your dominance, or
is this the moment you seize to escape from his clutches and put
an end to this twisted game?
> The jock goes home.
You watch as Professor Gottard's eyes water and his cheeks
become smeared with your cum. He looks up at you, a mix of anger
and defeat in his gaze. The sound of your heavy breathing fills
the silence of the laboratory. Your body is still pulsing with
the aftershocks of your orgasm, and you can't believe what
you've just done. The power you felt in that moment is
intoxicating, but it's quickly replaced by a creeping sense of
guilt and horror at the depths you've sunk to. The professor
slowly wipes his face, a grim determination setting in as he
rises to his feet. "This isn't over," he growls, his voice low
and menacing. He reaches for something on his desk, but before
you can react, you hear the distant sound of a door slamming.
The laboratory trembles slightly, and the lights flicker. It
seems that your escape has triggered some sort of security
protocol. The sirens that follow are a stark reminder that
you're not out of danger yet. The professor smirks, clearly
unfazed by the chaos. "I'll deal with you later," he says, his
voice carrying over the wailing alarms. He hurries out of the
room, leaving you alone and exposed, surrounded by the evidence
of your depravity. The choice is clear: you must escape before
he returns. What will you do now?
> The jock, goes home.
The jock fucking goes home. The End.
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