started 2024.06.01

Prologue
Dr. Angela West checked the chart, reread Keri's notes, and smiled mischievously to herself. Pink angora ankle socks showed prominently from beneath the cuffs of her black dress pants. Closing the chart she checked her watch and adjusted her heavy breasts under her maroon, scoop-neck top and white lab coat. She rapped her knuckles firmly against the exam room's door and abruptly opened it without waiting for a response.

As she had planned, poor Will was still in the process of changing into his gown, and had in fact just dropped his pants and underwear while standing in profile to the door. Perfect! she grinned internally, maintaining a professional exterior. He was tall and quite slim, somehow still getting used to his body though he was a sophomore in college. A cute, wavy mop of light brown hair topped his handsome face. Nice butt, too, she thought, biting her lip.

Dr. West cleared her throat.

Will gave an undignified, "Eep!" as he simultaneously tried to grab his pants, turn away from the door, and cover his crotch. His failure in this regard was quite remarkable; his legs tangled and he bumped the exam table, overbalanced, and smacked his elbow on the adjacent tray as he fell unceremoniously onto his back. Unfortunately the contents of the tray had been launched into the air above him: a pen, a clipboard, and an automatic blood-pressure machine (about the size of a loaf of bread, but a solid 2 or 3 kilograms). Will managed to catch the pen and clipboard before they could smack him in the face, but as he was then out of hands the blood-pressure machine landed squarely on his exposed testicles, crushing them solidly against the tile floor with a *CRUNCH*. Will coughed and wheezed, trying to dislodge the machine from his pancaked balls while still holding the pen and clipboard.

Dr. West barked out a single guffaw as she witnessed Will's impressive display of clumsiness before she composed herself and pretended to bury her nose in his chart. Honestly, boys were so careless with their testicles it was a wonder any of them made it through puberty at all. She peaked over the chart, her eyes going wide behind her thick-framed glasses.

After a few confused moments Will realized he could put down the pen and clipboard and then gingerly picked up the machine. As Will held the blood-pressure machine aloft he revealed a truly impressive set of balls that regained their ovoid shape remarkably quickly. His cock was nothing to sneeze at either; though soft it was quite thick and hung heavily over his loose scrotum, the circumcised head resting on the floor.

Oh my goddess, he's too good to be true! Dr. West exulted internally. She turned her back to him and jotted some notes in his chart.

"Do be careful with that machine, Mr. Cooper," she chided gently, "It isn't a toy." She barely suppressed a smile.

"Uh, sorry," Will replied, hurriedly replacing the items on the stand, wincing as he finished putting on his gown.

Most boys would still be on the floor, crying and vomiting after a blow like that. Yet here he is on his feet and apologizing!

"Let's see... you were in about a week ago on...," she made a show of checking the chart, "Nov 12. Is that correct?"

"Um, I guess so," Will replied, gingerly sitting on the edge of the padded exam table, trying to adjust his tender testicles without appearing to.

"I wanted to follow-up on some notes that Nurse Brown made during your previous visit." Dr. West could see him flush from across the room, and was that a twitch under his gown? Keri Brown was a recent grad of State College herself; an incorrigible tease with just a hint of a sadistic streak (a girl after her own heart), so Dr. West could readily imagine the fun that Keri had had with poor Will here.

Nurse Keri had made a number of delightful notes, among them that Will's testicles appeared swollen and tender (How'd she determine that? Dr. West laughed to herself) from almost two weeks (!) of unspent semen, and that he might be an excellent candidate for Dr. Decker's BIO 311 lab demonstration. Dex's lab demonstrations weren't as rowdy as a Beta Beta sorority party, but the male subjects definitely needed a certain testicular fortitude.

She sat on a padded stool and wheeled herself over to sit between his legs, uncomfortably close; he spread his legs slightly to accommodate her. Her bust was only inches away from his groin; she crossed her legs, making sure her foot brushed his calf. He glanced down, clearly eyeing the pink angora socks, and actually licked his lips! She definitely saw a healthy twitch that time, and a gooey wet spot had begun to appear on his gown without anyone even touching him. Goddess, she could smell the backed-up cum practically oozing from his pores!

"For one thing, she noted 'NNN' in your chart. I've seen that initialism for N-nitrosonornicotine exposure, but your intake form says you don't smoke?" she finished as a question. Of course she knew about No Nut November (how could she not, running the college's health clinic?) but she wanted to gauge his emotional response to talking about it directly.

Once again she had to fight not to grin as he looked at her in abject dismay.

"Well, I, uh..." he stammered, while she just looked into his face, his eyes darting to hers, to her exposed cleavage, down to her socks, and then away. His blush was turning a deep crimson. "It's No Nut November?" he finally replied.

Dr. West was careful to give no sign of recognition.

"It's, uh, this thing- er, this, uh, challenge the guys are doing... it's, well, uh..." she tapped her pen on the chart and allowed a slight frown to crease her brow, "we try to go the whole month of November... without, uh, without," he sputtered, gesturing vaguely at his crotch, hoping she'd be satisfied.

She was not.

"Without what?"

"Without, uh, cumming," he whispered. He lifted his head toward the ceiling tiles as if looking for escape.

"I'm sorry?" Goddess, this was just too much fun.

"Without cumming*COUGH*." His ears looked like a bad sunburn. But encouragingly, his cock was making admirable attempts to lift his gown completely off his lap. Very promising indeed. Only a few more tests to be sure...

"A whole month? Without seminal release?" This time she let the laugh escape. "What will you boys come up with next? Well, I suppose it's better than the alternative: you horndogs ejaculating on everything and everyone in sight." Will choked. "Does that mean that you've now gone almost three weeks without touching yourself?"

"Um, I mean, I haven't cu-, er, I haven't had any release, no."

"Ah, so you still masturbate but not to the point of orgasm? I see why Nurse Brown wanted me to check on you."

Poor Will looked like he might spontaneously combust, and prefer that fate to his current predicament!

Dr. West continued, "We must make sure that this silly challenge isn't doing any... harm. I'm going to lift your gown so that I can inspect your genitals now, alright?" Her long, thin fingers had already grasped the edge of the gown and lifted it slightly while she looked into his face and waited for his consent.

In spite of his abject embarrassment some part of Will was anxiously thrilled to expose himself to this gorgeous doctor. He dutifully replied, "Um, okay," biting his lip and trying desperately not to look Dr. West in the eyes... or her full, thrusting tits... or those fuzzy pink socks...

She paused, still holding his gown just barely off his lap, letting the tension build. "I also have an opportunity you may be interested in..."

As she slowly lifted the gown clear of his lap – his cock twitching toward fuller and fuller erection almost as if trying to remain hidden – Will unconsciously shifted and his hefty, cum-bloated balls tumbled into view...



Just three buildings over, Dr. Elizabeth Decker shut her office door and dropped into her cozy chair, and then winced. Leaning forward, she pulled her phone from her back pocket, thankful she hadn't cracked it under her ass for the second time this semester The time read 3:07; twenty-three blissful minutes until the faculty meeting. She closed her eyes and sighed as she slipped off her flats and rubbed her feet, reveling in the soft, silky feeling of the calf-length socks against her skin. Softly she moaned as she felt some of the tension leave her body.

Eventually she let her feet rest on the floor. Gently she pulled the heavy blue rubber band that held her loose bun in place (an unconventional hair-accessory habit she'd picked up in grad school) and let her dishwater blonde hair cascade around her shoulders; she gently shook her head, moaning again as she scratched her scalp. She plopped the wide, blue rubber band onto her desk next to her phone, then rubbed the bridge of her nose under her thick-framed glasses. She loved opening the minds of young people to the wonders of biology, but sometimes teaching the freshmen made her feel more like 44 than 34...

Just as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes her phone chirped with a text message. She had resolved to ignore it until two more messages arrived in quick succession.

"Ugh," she groaned, sitting up and picking up her phone. Her demeanor changed entirely as she read Dr. West's brief but impactful messages.

Dex! Found you a stud for Thursday's lab
Fit, modest, HUNG, and reeeaaaally backed up
High pain threshold and a thing for socks 😈😈

Her eyes wide in pleasure she exulted; Angie never failed to come through!

Dr. Decker's weariness entirely forgotten, a wicked grin lit up her face as she began to compose an inquisitive reply...


BIO 311: Advanced Human Sexuality – Special Lab






Though winter was fast approaching, the last vestiges of Fall clung to the cozy campus of State College. The crisp morning air and clouds were giving way to a cool, sunny afternoon. What leaves remained on the trees rustled in the light breeze, their fiery golden hues complementing the old red-brick buildings.

The 4 o'clock bell had chimed a few minutes ago. There was the usual buzz of activity in the quad: students lounging, studying, throwing frisbees. Conspicuously absent on this picturesque Thursday were many of the young women of the Beta Beta sorority, for this day was the special lab for BIO 311: Advanced Human Sexuality, an event held by Dr. Decker exclusively for the sorority sisters...





"...and on our final slide-" Dr. Decker clicked over and the final pic of the slideshow was projected onto the large screen at the front of the darkened classroom. For today's lab all the young women of the Beta Beta sorority wore their special uniforms: white dress shirt, light green cardigan, pleated skirts, and knee-length teal angora socks; socks so soft they were like being caressed by a cloud.

The picture on the slide inspired a bout of nervous giggling, until someone (probably Robin, based on the lewdness and subtle British accent) quipped, "Wouldn't mind juggling them eggs," and the class erupted in laughter.

Dr. Decker tried to stifle her own chuckle, smiling as she turned to address her students. "Exactly! Now ladies, I know this subject can feel 'naughty', like these are things that proper young women don't talk about, don't even think about," her eyes slowly went from young woman to young woman, making eye contact as she spoke. "But we can. And we must! We cannot let men control us through shame and timidity and outdated socio-sexual norms perpetuated by the patriarchy. Our sex is our power! It is their...," and then she saw a yawn out in the projector-lit audience and stopped.

"I'm sorry," Dr. Decker chuckled again, "that's enough monologuing from the teacher. Let's stop talking about this power and actually feel it, shall we? Let's get our hands dirty!" she emphasized, walking up the center aisle of the classroom, the projector illuminating her excited features, the halo giving her almost an air of divinity. Her smile sent a collective, warm shiver down the spines of her enraptured audience. 

"Dr. West?" she said in a theatrical voice, turning toward the front of the classroom, "Please bring out the subject!"

A hush descended on the room as the door to the supply closet opened with an almost comical *CREEEEEEAAAAAAAK*. Dr. Angela West, looking stunning in a short, black skirt and lab coat, walked out leading today's lab subject.

Will shuffled out from behind her, a masquerade mask concealing his identity from the assembled co-eds. He wore a much-too small white tank top that ended well above his belly button, highlighting his lean, vulnerable frame. His well-formed abs and especially the V of his lower abdominals drew the eye down to a pair of light blue bikini briefs, practically bursting with their tender, cum-stuffed contents. Every young woman in the classroom could distinctly make out each of his bulbous testicles (stretching the overburdened underwear to near transparency), and trace the ridge of his soft but still widely flared glans.

Silence held sway as Will, standing in front of the lectern, nervously looked out over the projector-lit classroom. Immediately he noted that every woman had on identical, fluffy angora socks, in the most inviting cyan color. Will's cock began to visibly thicken and bulge out the beleaguered briefs even more as he surveyed the delectable display of feminine footwear. He could feel their hungry eyes devouring his body on display, and being nothing but an object for their desire stoked his lust still hotter. With aroused dismay he finally noticed that not a single woman in the room had any shoes on. He gulped as he imagined what those feet would do to him over the next 75 minutes...

Finally, as Will's cock pushed out the briefs alarmingly and lengthened over onto his hip, one of the young women said, "Holy shit." That broke the spell and the class erupted in laughter, cheering, and more than a few catcalls. The blush encompassing Will's face wasn't visible, but his obvious arousal certainly was. Unconsciously his hands made a feeble attempt to cover his crotch. He looked up to see Dr. Decker smirking at him knowingly, and not for the last time that afternoon wondered what in the hell he'd gotten himself into.

As soon as he had walked out Maria Castaneda thought there was something familiar about that gait, and those long skinny legs. And then when the head of that cock became all-too prominent she thought, No way.... Finally, when his hands came out to cover his bulging crotch she knew for sure; those fingers had brought her so many delightful orgasms, until that selfish fuck... No doubt about it: Will Cooper, her ex-boyfriend, had just been handed to her on a fucking silver platter. Just wait 'til I get my hands on those fat, stupid balls, asshole..., she grinned, rubbing her thighs together.

"Ladies, I present to you today's lab subject!" More cheering and clapping and whistling as Dr. West looked on in approval and Dr. Decker approached the subject. She stopped mere inches away from Will, directly in front of him, sparks of arousal practically leaping between their bodies. She put a gentle hand on his chest, and slowly ran her fingers down his torso, over his abs as she stepped to his right side. Will's cock was fully erect now, a network of thick veins visible through the briefs, and a dark wet spot shone against his now incredibly bloated knob.

"As you can see, he is quite a specimen," she said, tracing the waistband over to the hip where his cock was desperately trying to tear through the soft fabric, but not touching his manhood. Not just yet.

"The subject has consented to today's lab," she reached down and ran her hand up this thin but strong thigh, toying with the hem of his briefs, "which will include demonstrations of how to use a man's virility and arousal against him, to bend him to your will and your pleasure." Finally her right hand cupped Will's tender testicles, hefting them for the audience and bobbling them playfully. Will grunted and then audibly moaned.

"We will also note that the subject hasn't experienced seminal release in about three weeks," a collective gasp, "and so will be very tender, in every way imaginable," she said this last staring directly into Will's eyes as she gave his right testicle a firm squeeze, visibly deforming it. He clenched his eyes and gave a brief grunt, but made no move to protect himself with his hands. Dr. West, who had positioned herself off to Will's left so as to have an excellent view of the proceedings, bit her lower lip and smiled to herself. Goddess, please let Dex invite me to help, she prayed silently.

"Dr. Decker, why is Dr. West here?" Naomi Littlefield inquired.

Dr. Decker was momentarily startled, giving the tender testis in her grip a nasty jolt which caused Will to cough, a single tear escaping his eye.

Never embarrassed to confront her own ignorance, that one, Dr. Decker thought admiringly.

"Good question, Miss Littlefield. Dr. West, why are you here today?"

"Well, as this is a hands-on lab, officially I am here to make sure the proceedings are... safe," Dr. West said.

"Mmhm. And in the event of an... incident, isn't your testicle reconstruction success rate something like 90%?" Dr. Decker asked, thoroughly enjoying Will's widening eyes.

"Yes. Well, maybe more like 75-80%," Dr. West chuckled. "Last semester's volunteer made a full recovery. Well, his left testicle did, anyway," she finished with a smile and a shrug. Dr. Decker fondly recalled tormenting last semester's football player, while Will coughed in alarm.

"But unofficially? I'm here because I get a kick out of seeing you all torment a hung stud."

"Fuck yeah!" Robin Davies cheered, and the class once again erupted in cheers and whistling.

Dr. Decker smiled. It was time. "Miss Watson, please kill the projector and get the lights."

Anna Kay Watson hurriedly complied, her full bosom wobbling in her too-tight dress shirt. Everyone blinked as the relative darkness was replaced by the warm glow of the floor lamps.

Dr. Decker abhorred the harsh, clinical glare of the standard flourescents, opting instead for a warmer color temperature. Still bright enough to work by, but with a much more mellow ambience.

"Miss Davies, will you please join us?" she asked. Robin Davies stood from her desk in the front row at the far right, straightened her very, very short skirt, and walked over to the center of the classroom, stopping just a meter in front of Dr. Decker and Will.

Crossing her arms and cocking an eyebrow, she took a moment to admire the subject up close. She had been looking forward to this lab since she heard the first rumors about it her freshman year and though she covered it well, her stomach was aflutter.

For his part, Will drank in the picture of feminine vitality and beauty.  Her soft, ebony skin seemed to glow under the warm light. She had left her dress shirt unbuttoned and tied the front together just under her pert breasts, leaving her taut midriff bare. Even from the front Will could see the mouth-watering flare of her hips and ass, her strong, soccer-girl thighs tensing and relaxing as she slowly shifted her weight back and forth. His eyes continuing downward, Will couldn't help but admire the way the fluffy cyan material of her socks gently hugged the base of her strong, shapely calf muscles. How he longed to feel that material, those feet caressing him...

Will's admiration was not lost on Robin, and she smirked to herself. Still looking at Will she inquired, "Yes, Dr. Decker?"

"Kick him in the balls."

The next few seconds seemed to happen in super slow-motion for Will, emblazoned in his memory for the rest of his life. It took a moment for Dr. Decker's words to penetrate his lust-addled brain. He knew that things would get rough this afternoon, but not so soon! He was turning toward Dr. Decker in shock – Robin's wicked grin rapidly turning to a look of focused determination – when he caught movement further south in his periphery; her right leg was cocking back as her balance shifted forward. His mouth and his eyes went wide but before he could even turn his head Robin shifted her balance back as her leg rocketed forward. Her face was scrunched with effort; the earring in her left ear was like a triangle... no, like a triforce? He'd have to ask her about that later. The soft light made her short, kinky hair shine, and it almost seemed to sparkle as her whole body flowed with the motion of her kick.

Even with his heightened awareness the fuzzy, cyan sock was a blur and then he heard a sickening *WHUMP*, and he felt himself lifted onto his toes. Held fast by the too-small briefs his tender orbs had no escape and were positively flattened by her expertly delivered kick. In the next moment her sock-clad foot returned to the floor and the pain exploded out from his tenderized testes.

Robin's smile returned as Will gingerly cupped his battered testicles, folding over slowly and groaning. To her surprise and delight he didn't collapse onto the floor in a fetal ball. Most boys were on the floor getting sick all over themselves after she kicked them like that; this was going to be a fun evening!

Despite the brevity of her exertion Robin's breath was coming quick and a thin line of perspiration gleamed on her upper lip, betraying her intense arousal.

"Excellent," said Dr. Decker. "Very well executed, Miss Davies." 

"Fuck yes," Robin replied breathily, smiling, "Nothin' like a good punt to the bollocks. That one woulda gone goal-to-goal on the pitch!"

Dr. Decker tenderly ran her fingers through his hair and stroked the nape of Will's neck, letting the poor boy cope and the young women enjoy the moment. Then – unconsciously adopting her 'teacher' pose – she turned to the class. "Think back for a moment; What did you notice?" The class engaged in silent reflection, writing in their notebooks, while Dr. Decker looked on. This was a practiced pedagogical move, but it also served to give Will time to recover before the real fun began. 

After a few moments Naomi pushed a blond lock over her ear and raised her hand. "Yes, Miss Littlefield?" Dr. Decker prompted warmly.

"I noticed that, right when her foot impacted his left testicle..." her words seem to come from farther and farther away as the pain seemed to swallow Will up.



Though he didn't pass out, Will's vision went almost black, except for a small circle right in front of him as he eyed Robin's sock-clad feet; a thin line of drool escaped the corner of his mouth as he tried to focus on those gorgeous, perfect feet as a way to escape the pain. And the pain was immense, literally mind-numbing. He stood there, gulping air, riding the waves of pain; he could almost feel his nuts swelling in real time, throbbing and growing with each beat of his heart.

And this was made all the worse because he was so backed up! Getting hit in the balls was never a walk in the park, but when he hadn't cum for awhile it was like every one of the millions of sperm cells packing his poor nuts cried out in their own aria of pain. The waves continued, morphing into a dull, throbbing ache radiating out from his beleaguered balls into his gut.

Slowly, he came back to himself and realized the class discussion was wrapping up. He gingerly released his aching balls and put his hands on his knees, still bent over. He felt Dr. Decker's gentle hand now on the small of his back, rubbing back and forth. A pleasant warmth spread from his stomach at her gentle touch and his cock began to respond.

"... to stop him from cumming?" someone in the back asked.

Will stood, noticing again that all eyes in the room were on him. In fact, all eyes were laser-focused right on his crotch. He felt a burst of confidence in his chest, and his cock was twitching back toward full-mast in moments.

"That's right," Dr. Decker encouraged. "Sometimes, if you're in time, stopping stimulation is enough. But when when the boy hasn't cum in awhile, or you've pushed him too close... well, harsher measures are in order," she finished, smiling. The class chuckled.

By then Will's crotch looked like an overstuffed bowl of fruit, his thick cock as hard as it could get tucked down over his tender, bloated balls in the too-small briefs. But he dared not adjust anything; this situation was way too fucking hot and even without anyone touching his cock he felt his cum churning in preparation for a most violent ejaculation.

Though he had agreed to today knowing what it would entail – partly for the promised reward, but partly because he really loved performing – he still desperately wanted to stay in the NNN competition. He honestly believed that winning the competition would finally bring him the respect of his frat brothers; they'd stop thinking of him as just a hopelessly dorky lit and drama nerd, and maybe even stop pulling their juvenile pranks.

But in a moment Will's resolve would be tested, and all it took was for Robin to turn away from him, lean forward, and rest her elbows on a desk in the front row, smiling at the busty young woman in the seat. Her perfect, bubbly peach of an ass thrust toward him; full and round and just begging to be groped and kissed and worshipped. Robin laughed and absently rubbed her cyan sock-clad right foot against her shapely left calf muscle, melting the poor boys already overstimulated brain.

Will let out a quiet but deep moan and suddenly his cock surged, finally straightening out, hard as steel, extending over past his left hip. He bit his lip at the sensation of his sensitive cockhead scraping against the soft material as it shifted, and then began taking deep breaths, trying desperately to fight down his impending climax.

"It looks like our subject has recovered," Dr. Decker observed, arching an eyebrow. Robin looked back over her shoulder and her eyes went wide at the lewd display.

"Looks like 'e's 'bout to pop again, Miss! By the look of 'im 'is splooge'll be so thick I could eat with a fuckin' fork!"

Robin and Anna Kay laughed and fist-bumped as the rest of the young ladies whistled and cheered again. But Robin also noticed Will's cock give a mighty twitch, actually pulling the briefs away from his body and ejaculating a thick dollop of precum through the material! Mmm, nope!, she thought. She turned and stood, stepping toward Will.

Once again, unconsciously from long practice on the pitch, Robin set her feet and adjusted her balance. With the grace of a dancer she shifted and swung her body, launching her angora-covered foot into Will's unprotected crotch with alarming precision once again.

Will felt an electric jolt when the incredibly, alluringly soft material of her sock scraped up his inner thigh, her foot pursuing its inevitable trajectory. Then the sock-clad missile reached its target, his bloated left nut taking the brunt of the force this time, brutally pancaking against his pelvic bone, while his right took a glancing though still eye-watering blow.

Robin's foot returned to the floor, and then in the blink of an eye she did it again!

Though the quick kicks were not nearly as hard as her first, they caught poor Will off guard and he dropped like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

"Oh, shit!" Anna Kay exclaimed, laughing so hard tears came to her eyes. Robin, grinning, turned and gave a Anna Kay a celebratory high five.

Naomi, sitting in the front row right next to the center aisle, was positively gobsmacked. She'd only seen a boy hit in his testicles once before, and that had been an accident during an intramural dodgeball game. But this was on a whole other level, and her panties were positively soaked! She squeezed her legs together, reveling in the delicious jolt of pleasure as she replayed Robin's kicks and the way poor Will's testicles were battered and deformed even as his huge cock twitched and danced in those briefs. For a brief moment Naomi feared for Will's reproductive future; on the other hand, hadn't Dr. West said she was there to make sure things were "safe"? Naomi supposed that if Dr. West wasn't concerned then everything must be fine.

Will just lay there in a ballbusted heap on the floor. He wasn't moaning or crying (that would come later); he just cradled his full, aching nuts and tried to think about Robin's socks and not her devastating accuracy.

Dr. Decker winced in sympathy for the poor boy but gave Robin a conspiratorial wink.

Adjusting her lab coat so she could subtlely caress her hard, aching nipples, Dr. West barely suppressed a moan, thinking, Fuck me, but I LOVE this lab. Thank you, Dex!

She smiled warmly at Dr. Decker, who smiled back and then mouthed the word 'chair'. Dr. West's eyes went wide for a moment in excited remembrance and then she hustled back into the closet to retrieve it. Dr. Decker reached into a drawer in her desk and pulled out a small pump bottle (almost like a little soap dispenser) with "Coconut Oil" written on the label and set it on the table behind Will.

The chair Dr. West brought out was unassuming at first glance but had a few special features. It was plain, light colored wood; old, and obviously well-worn. The seat had a nice, thick pad on it but was cut quite short; it was so abbreviated that anyone sitting on it would be perched on the edge with barely enough room for their buttcheeks. There were also pads along the armrests. The other notable feature was the wide, soft leather straps, appearing to be placed so as to secure arms at the wrists and legs at the knees.

As Dr. Decker arranged and prepared the chair, Dr. West returned to the closet, coming back with a nice foam floor pad about four feet on a side and two inches thick. She dropped it on the floor and then arranged it snugly against the legs of the chair. Dr. Decker then adjusted it so that it was symmetric while Dr. West smirked playfully.

Satisfied, Dr. Decker stood and faced the class. "Thank you, Miss Davies, you may be seated. Miss Watson? Miss Castaneda? Please help our subject up, remove the briefs, and get him comfortable," she requested as she strode over to Dr. West to stage-left of the chair, so that they could confer about the main event.

Maria Castaneda rose from her seat in the second row and slowly strutted to join Anna Kay Watson in front of Will, currently still on the floor cradling his bruised babymakers. Her curly black hair hung in loose locks to well past her shoulders, and her full hips and ass filled out her pleated skirt very well. Maria was almost a full head shorter than Anna Kay, but made up for her diminutive size with her intensely passionate demeanor. She eyed the ballbusted stud with sadistic pleasure.

Anna Kay leaned down, hooking her arm under his right shoulder (her tits pressing delightfully against his rib cage), while Maria leaned down on his left. As they helped the poor boy to his feet, Maria surreptitiously whispered in his ear, "Hey, Will."

Will's stupor evaporated like a puddle in the summer sun and his heart stopped. He looked to his left, eyes wide in shocked recognition. His ex-girlfriend smiled at him – a feline smile that had nothing to do with warmth or reassurance – and Will gulped audibly. As Will reached his feet Maria said, loud enough for Anna Kay to hear, "You're so fucked."

He had liked to believe he had pretty good stamina, but she... she could always make him cum whenever she wanted to; something about her just destroyed his defenses. His balls, however, remembered well her anger, too. He knew what she was capable of and he couldn't decide what he feared more: the pleasure or the pain!

While Will stood there still processing this unexpected turn of events, Maria and Anna Kay hooked their fingers into the waistband of his briefs at his hips and, smiling at one another and bending at the hips, smoothly began to roll Will's briefs down over his cute butt.

Slowly, inch by thick inch, Will's now flaccid cock came into view. With the eyes of the entire class focused on his denuding, Will's fear at Maria's promise (Why, oh why did it have to be that ex??) was forgotten, and his long-neglected cock quickly began to thicken and twitch back toward an achingly full erection.

In perfect sync, Anna Kay and Maria stopped rolling down his underwear when the waistband covered just the bulbous knob. They ran their hands up and down his thighs and over his cute bubble-butt as his cock got harder and harder right before their eyes. The mighty, desperate organ began to push against the waistband, stretching it farther and farther. There was a hushed stillness as everyone watched the inevitable unfold.

Finally, with a comically audible *SPROING* Will's fully tumescent cock sprang free of his briefs, the waistband scraping his broad cockhead with agonizing stimulation and causing a thick gout of precum to launch from the tip. Said gout arced high through the air, seeming to coruscate in the warm light before it landed with a wet *splat* on Robin's desk in the third row.

Most of the class was enraptured by the other consequence of Will's snapping waistband, however. As his needy cock finally achieved freedom, the massive potential energy stored in that thick waistband instantly converted into a dump truck's worth of kinetic energy, heading directly toward two terrifically tender targets. Will's poor balls were thwacked viciously by the recoiling elastic, the *SNAP* heard round the room as his balls visibly deformed under the impact and bobbled comically as the entire class erupted in laughter and cheering once again.

Robin, meanwhile, took advantage of the distraction to pick up a wad of Will's precum with her fingers – Jesus, it was so thick! – and surreptitiously slurped it into her mouth. To Robin the salty spend tasted like concentrated desire, and she moaned as the result of Will's agonized lust slipped down her throat, warming her all the way to her own dripping pussy.

Back at the front of the class Maria and Anna Kay, still bent at the waist, laughed and high-fived in front of Will, mere inches from his aching cock that now pointed firmly at the ceiling and had begun to drip its viscous precum onto the linoleum floor.

Will, for his part, coughed and his knees involuntarily came together, but he somehow managed to stay standing. While nothing like the brutal kicks from that soccer babe, the elastic impact to his cum-bloated babymakers still took his breath away. The dull ache was radiating into his gut, and his backed-up balls throbbed with each beat of his heart.



In moments the young women had Will seated and securely fastened in the chair. His fat balls hung loosely against the front of the chair, visibly swollen in their gossamer sac, which was now a dark shade of indigo. His thick cock had softened a bit, hanging heavily over his scrotum and weeping a thick dollop of precum that stretched three-quarters of the way to floor.

Poor Will was still a little dazed, woozy from the lovely cocktail of dopamine, seratonin, endorphins, and oxytocin currently flooding his brain. On some level he knew his ordeal was far from over, but in this moment he took a deep breath and savored the dull, heavy ache emanating from his groin.

He felt a soft touch on his shoulder and, slightly startled, looked over to see Dr. Decker offering him a drink from a sports bottle. "You're going to need your fluids," she said softly, with a wink. He leaned closer and she put it to his lips; he took an experimental sip – some kind of tasty, electrolyte-enhanced water – and then a few grateful swallows.

Dr. Decker put the bottle behind him on her desk and then turned to address the students. "Okay, ladies, please find your lab partners and gather round." Excited shuffling and murmuring as Dr. Decker's instructions were followed. "Our subject here has expressed a desire to not be made to cum, so that he can continue to participate in this silly November challenge," Will's cock stirred once again and his face flushed as this very personal information was shared, "which adds an interesting level of challenge to today's demonstration," Dr. Decker smiled at the class and turned to wink at Will as she concluded.

"Boys are obsessed with ejaculating, one way or another, but one lesson I want you to take away from today is this: his orgasm is your choice." Dr. Decker paused for a moment to let that sink in, the young women in attendance soaking up her wisdom even as they eagerly awaited the forthcoming action. "Certainly our subject here has an... uncommon endowment, but the principle remains the same. Dr. West and I will demonstrate some techniques, both for stimulating and controlling the boy's pleasure, and then each of you will have a few minutes to practice said techniques over the next two hours."

Dazed though he was, Will jolted at that. Two hours?! But the lab was only supposed to go until 5:15! He looked at the clock, hoping for some reprieve; he wasn't sure his poor balls could take much more. How could it only be 4:30??

Dr. Decker saw Will glance hopefully at the clock and read his thoughts as if they were printed in plain english. She smirked to herself. "Thankfully," she began, "today's lab has been extended until 6:30pm, so each of you will have plenty of time to really hone your techniques. Let's see if we can't have our subject here begging us to make him cum before 5 o'clock rolls around," she finished with a wink and a grin. Once again Dr. West and the young women erupted in laughter and clapping, eager to get their hands on the hapless young man at their complete disposal.

Will gulped and squeaked one of only a handful of intelligible utterings during his whole ordeal. "Fuck."



Dr. Decker was eager to get down to business. Nothing invigorated her more than empowering these young women, awakening them to the potential within each of them. But truth be told she also loved getting her hands on a nice, meaty cock. Especially when that cock liked to think it was in control.

"Dr. West," she smiled at her partner in crime, "shall we demonstrate how we control a man's pleasure?"

"Let's shall!" Dr. West replied, unable to suppress her own wide grin. At last!

"After you," Dr. Decker said with a flourish, giving a slight bow and sweeping her arm in the direction of Will's seated form.

Dr. West returned the bow with an ironic smirk.

"Ladies, gather round." The young women who were still seated got up and joined the others at the front of the class, making a nice semi-circle and kindly letting the shorter among them be in front. Naomi and a few of the other students brought their notebooks with them.

The raw lust and anticipation permeating the room were positively palpable.

Dr. West knelt on the foam pad, close enough that her bust caressed Will's left knee. Dr. Decker sat on her butt, leaning back on her hands, so that her angora-clad feet were free to roam Will's lower legs. His tremblingly erect cock gave a mighty lurch, launching a gout of precum clear of the foam pad to land unceremoniously on Maria's pleated skirt. She glared at Will, who was too dazed with the current sensations to notice. The poor boy gave an anguished moan of frustrated arousal before things had even properly begun.

"Are you ready?" Dr. West inquired sweetly, smiling. Will looked back with wide eyes, then closed them and took a slow, deep breath. He opened them again and nodded. "Alright then. You can ask us to stop at any time. Just remember that if these lovely ladies hear your deep, sexy voice I'm not sure you'll be able to remain anonymous," she finished with a wink. Will gulped audibly and nodded again, knowing that if he stopped the proceedings entirely he'd be forfeiting his reward.

Dr. Decker's heavenly feet slid her way past his knees and down his inner thighs, causing his cock to twitch and drool with gusto. Without turning her attention from Will, Dr. Decker addressed the assembled students, "Dr. West is going to start stimulating our subject, and my job will be to keep a close eye on his responses, especially signs of impending ejaculation." She emphasized 'ejaculation' by pumping the balls of her feet directly on his bloated cumtanks, the compression of the overlarge, delicate organs against the hard wood of the chair causing her own pussy to spasm delightfully.

Will was in what had to be the most confusing state of his young life. On the one hand a beautiful, sexy professor had her angora-covered feet on his fucking genitals! And on the other hand his fucking super backed-up balls were getting horribly compressed, the pain fogging his mind and causing his vision to blur.

Maintaining a small amount of pressure Dr. Decker slid her feet down until Will's aching nuts slipped free of her toes and he groaned in aching relief, his knees trying to come together but held fast by the leather straps. Dr. Decker smiled up at him and bit her lip, giving her feet a rest on the floor between his legs.

Dr. West gripped Will's thick cock at the base and addressed the class over her shoulder. "With a real boy-" the eager young women chuckled, and Dr. West paused. "Ha! Our subject here is definitely a real boy," Dr. West amended, patting Will's bloated scrotum firmly from underneath, "Let's say, 'in the wild', there will be times you will have to manage all of these things on your own. But for today we'll help and support one another."

"Let's start with some delightful anatomy. Dex? Hand me the oil?" Dr. West didn't notice her own slip in formality as her thoughts spun around the upcoming demonstration. Dr. Decker grabbed the pump bottle from her desk and handed it to her friend.

Dr. West slowly suppressed the pump action, allowing a viscous drizzle to land on the wide, shiny head of Will's rampant cock. The whole class – including Will and Dr. Decker – watched enrapt as some of the oil dripped over the front of his crown to land wetly on the pad, while runnels of it began to drip back over the flared ridge and trace the veins down the thick shaft. Dr. West then pumped a generous portion into her hands and rubbed them together to warm it up.

Running her index finger, ever so slowly, from his pubis up along the top of his shaft, Dr. West began her demonstration.

"As you can see, our subject here has been circumcised," with her left hand Dr. West wrapped her thumb and middle finger – unable to meet around his girth – just under his swollen knob, twisting ever so slightly. "As a consequence, his glans will be a little less sensitive," maintaining her grip, with the fingertips of her right hand she gently began to smear the gooey mixture of oil and precum all around his shiny crown, causing Will to wince and groan in pleasure. "...but still sensitive," she finished, grinning. Dr. West dragged her nail from the ridge to the eye, forcing his cock down a little so that as her finger slid off the end it bounced back up and wobbled heavily.

Will hissed an indrawn breath and the chair creaked as his cock flexed.

When he masturbated alone Will liked to stroke himself to the very edge of explosion, basking in the pleasurable sensations... reveling in the powerful, aching need... letting it build and build and build... before he couldn't take it anymore and finally sent himself over into that blissful release. But nothing he had ever experienced compared to the all-encompassing desire to fucking CUM in this moment. Why, oh why had he fucking edged himself silly last weekend?? It had felt so incredibly good – even tucking his unrelieved cock and balls away had been its own weird rush – but now he felt the tremendous weight, literally and figuratively, of that unspent cum!

He wanted to hold on, to hold back, to persevere. He'd made it almost three weeks; he was so close! His previous record had been four days, lol, without blowing his huge load of yogurt-thick cum. That first week had been insane and he'd nearly blown it – so to speak – at least a half dozen times. But after that it had actually gotten easier, like his body had slipped into a different mode. This weekend had afforded more than a few close calls, but he had made it! Had made it until today, at least.

And Dr. Decker and Dr. Watson had said, if he didn't crack, if he didn't beg to cum... but now it was like he was fucking living one of his all-too frequent sex dreams: in his mind's eye he could see his long-denied cock, launching rope after rope after gooey rope, positively drenching the squealing young women, painting their faces, their hair, and their fucking socks. All it would take was a firm touch, and he could finally let go of all of this tension, finally release the fucking gallon of cum churning and roiling in his poor balls...

*SMACK* Will's daydream was abruptly ended by Dr. Decker giving a solid slap across both of his balls against the front panel of the chair. He groaned deeply as the pleasure quickly twisted into a deep, throbbing ache once again, every pair of eyes in the room watching intently as Will's imminent orgasm was so brutally aborted.

"Thank you, Dr. Decker," Dr. West said with an almost giddy smile.

Using a very loose corkscrew motion, Dr. West began to slowly stroke Will's straining shaft. His balls were pulled pretty tight in his arousal and she intentionally let the heel of her hand firmly bump the top of his balls on the downstroke, then drifted her hand up the shaft, sometimes only grazing the bulging veins until her fist gently bumped against the wide, flared ridge of his obscenely bloated knob before descending once again.

After a few strokes to set the rhythm and gauge Will's stamina, she addressed the attentive audience. "I'm demonstrating a fairly merciful approach to stimulation here, teasing the cock and letting the tension and desire build slowly," here she took a moment to grip his shaft with her left hand and used the index finder of her right to smear the copiously leaking precum around Will's taut cockhead. "But even so, eventually his orgasm will become imminent and – while every boy is different – there are a few signs to look for."

During this portion Dr. Decker split her attention between the tormented stud and her acolytes. Just for fun she began drumming both of Will's poor balls into the chair-front with her open hand, almost like she was dribbling a basketball. She noticed that Naomi was taking diligent notes; Robin was licking her lips; and Maria seemed to be trying to drill holes through the boy with her eyes. Have to check in with Maria... Dr. Decker thought absently, her hand never losing its devastating rhythm, the bloated testicles flattening a bit and bobbling delightfully against her hand. Goddess, but that must ache, she thought in a moment of mischievous sympathy.

Will groaned and a single tear escaped his left eye as he fought a losing battle to balance the terrible ache and the growing pleasure, to hold back the floodgates of his long-denied orgasm.

Dr. West gripped a little more firmly on her slow strokes. "First, keep an eye on the balls. Some boys carry them lower than others, but they always pull up tighter in preparation for ejaculation." Dr. Decker ceased her gentle pummeling and began caressing the underside of his balls so that the young women could see his state. "Also, pay attention to his rigidity; again, some boys have a naturally firmer erection, but the penis always firms up and expands a bit just before seminal release. Ah, here we go!"

As if on cue, Will's balls pulled up even tighter and his cock pointed up further toward the ceiling, visibly expanding and darkening in color. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh..." he moaned, losing the battle to hold back his boiling cum. He felt the tingling behind his balls and felt his skin break out in goosebumps as against his will his body prepared to finally fucking EJACULATE. From his vantage point he could watch Dr. West's slender, strong hands slowly, inexorably work over his rampant cock, but he also had a God's-eye view of her full expansive cleavage, and he moaned as envisioned those beautiful, huge breasts covered in his overabundance of cum!

With subtle eye-contact, Dr. West and Dr. Decker worked in perfect unison. The doctor ceased her stroking and firmly gripped Will's fat knob in her right hand and squeezed. At the same moment Dr. Decker encircled his scrotum above his balls with her left hand, pulling his overstuffed orbs away from his body and then drove her right fist firmly into the bunched balls with a meaty *SLAP*.

Will coughed and squeezed his eyes shut, more tears escaping as he tried to cope with the overwhelming sensations flooding his system. The chair creaked again as his bound legs tried in vain to protect his most precious jewels.

Dr. Decker released her grip and looked critically at the swollen orbs, now pulled very tight against the base of Will's cock. "Hmm," she thought with a small frown. Then her eyes lit up. She pulled the thick, blue rubber band from her hair, letting her sandy blonde hair fall around her shoulders. She then spent the next few moments very painfully squeezing and mashing Will's fat nuts through the rubber band. Finally, achingly, the bulging mass of tender tissue was properly bound. The thick rubber band now pinched the neck of his scrotum, forcing his bloated balls into an overfull, tight bunch, resting below his cock against the hard wood of the front panel of the chair. "Much better," Dr. Decker remarked victoriously to herself.

Dr. Decker traced the bulging veins of Will's trembling cock while Dr. West moved to massage and squeeze his nestled nuts."We are trained to think of penetration and orgasm as the 'main event', but sex is about intimacy, connection, and pleasure. The tease doesn't have to be a preamble; this is sex. You may have to train your partners to appreciate the tease in and of itself, but believe me it is worth it."

Scooping a thick dollop of precum from Will's weeping crown, she carefully lifted the morsel to her lips and then slurped the gooey fluid into her mouth and savored the heady flavor with great pleasure.

Remembering where she was, Dr. Decker blushed slightly as she turned to the audience. "Alright, who would like to go first?"

Will gulped as every single young woman lurched forward, an alarming hunger in their eyes...



The young women were eager, attentive students, and soaked in the instruction like sponges. There were really only two activities for those awaiting their turn, or whose turn had come and gone: the first, taking detailed notes: of techniques, of responses, of ideas to try out on the cocks in their lives. Many delightful illustrations were made that day that provided fantasy fodder for years to come.

The second activity? Touching themselves. The air was redolent with arousal pheromones; before her turn even arrived Robin brought herself to no fewer than half a dozen shuddering orgasms. Her poor pussy ached for a week! Each young woman in attendance would remember this day with warmth and arousal for the rest of their lives.

And through it all Will submitted to the repeated torments; of having his cock teased and tantalized and petted and even firmly stroked, right to the knife's edge of orgasm, over and over again; of having his over-burdened balls bashed and crushed and squeezed and slapped, over and over again. He fought to maintain his composure, maintain control, even as each denied orgasm, each solid strike to his sensitive seed-makers chipped away at his sanity, reducing him to a fat, drooling cock and a pair of horribly bloated testicles. Soon enough he had no thoughts at all, but eagerly awaited the next attention, any attention, from these sadistic co-eds.

But he had yet to beg, yet to plead for that blessed release. That much he held onto.

And then it was Anna Kay and Naomi's turn.



Will couldn't see his nuts at the moment, but they felt as big as medicine balls and at least as heavy. Fuck, he moaned internally.

Dr. Decker noted the veritable puddle of precum on the floor pad. She reached over to grab a sports bottle from her desk and held it up to Will's lips. He looked up at her with gratitude and drank the cool, electrolyte drink greedily. She ran her fingers tenderly on the back of his head. This really was an endurance trial, and Will was a champ! She looked down at his genitals and her pussy spasmed with lust even as she felt a pang of sympathy for the poor boy.

His heavy cock was drooping during this brief respite, almost as if taking its own breather. And with Anna Kay, Naomi, Robin, and Maria left to go, this gorgeous cock would need its strength!

And his poor balls! Probably for the best that Will couldn't see them. Weeks and weeks of pent-up seed for a boy in his sexual prime, and then teased and denied orgasm, and slapped and pummeled and squeezed, over and over and over again over the past two hours! His scrotum now resembled nothing so much as a lumpy, overripe eggplant. She could only imagine how horribly those bloated, backed-up testicles must ache!

Will finished his drink and Dr. Decker replaced the bottle on her desk. Once again she retrieved the little pump bottle of oil and spritzed a healthy dollop along Will's slick shaft as she said, "Alright, ladies. Home stretch! Who's next?"

Anna Kay and Naomi, who had been waiting patiently, discussing fervently and taking copious notes, approached their bound and willing subject. Naomi knelt and cradled Will's right knee, draping her forearm and resting her chin on it while she looked up at Will with warmth and eagerness.

Anna Kay remained standing and leaned over at the waist. Her full, pendulous breasts strained against her button-up shirt, threatening to burst free at any moment and providing a mouth-watering display of tantalizing cleavage. Maintaining eye contact with Will, she took her index finger and ran it down his semi-hard shaft, spreading the viscous oil around as she lazily approached his cock head. She licked her lips hungrily. His cock seemed to respond instantly to her touch, lengthening and thickening rapidly, so that by the time she reached the wide, bloated knob Will's cock was trembling at full erection once again. Anna Kay bit her lip and moaned in excitement and overwhelming lust, at the same moment that Will gave his own moan of agonized arousal.

"Mmm, such a big, beautiful cock you have..." Anna Kay teased, as she ran more of her fingers slowly up and down the shaft, tracing the bulging veins, spreading the oil around until his entire cock gleamed once again in the warm light. "You've been so helpful, so patient. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?" As she said this Anna Kay wrapped her right hand around his girthy shaft, just beneath his flared crown. She gave it a hefty squeeze, relishing as it ballooned a little bigger and even more shiny.

During this teasing assault Naomi lazily ran her own fingers over and around his scrotum, caressing his beleaguered balls, stroking and cradling them lovingly.

Anna Kay began a lazy corkscrew motion up and down his iron-hard cock. Goddess, her pussy was positively gushing! She leaned in close so that her lips were practically touching Will's ear. "You know what?" she whispered seductively, "I would give just about anything to see this cock cum..."

Grimacing, Will's breath hissed in as he desperately fought for control. Naomi, watching carefully, saw the signs of Will's impending ejaculation, and with perfectly calculated aim and force she gave a firm, open-handed slap across Will's bound balls.

*SMACK*

The chair creaked as Will's knees involuntarily tried to protect his most prized possessions, and he coughed as the delirium-inducing ache radiated out from his overburdened testicles through his gut.

Anna Kay, trusting in her lab partner's knowledge and skill, did not slow her ministrations in the slightest. She kept up her manual assault, moaning softly right into Will's ear, "Pllllleeeeeeeeaaaaase..."

Will grunted and a huge rope of precum was forcefully ejaculated from the bloated tip of Will's cock, leaving a thick, gooey snail-trail up Anna Kay's dress shirt. "Ooh!" she exclaimed softly.

Naomi gave two more firm slaps, connecting solidly and precisely across both of Will's tenderized spermtanks.

*whap* *WHAP*!

"You poor, poor thing..." Anna Kay sympathized, as she pulled back to stand up straight. As she stood her hand cradled his bloated knob – so full it overfilled her palm – and held his cock up. She then moved to phase two of their plan.

In perfect synchronization Anna Kay slowly lifted her skirt with her right hand while Naomi slinked to the floor and lay back on her elbows. Will was overcome at the sight of such gorgeous legs and heavenly socks.

Anna Kay let Will's cock go and it fell like a downed tree, impacting her left thigh with a solid *whud*. Looking poor Will in the eye she licked the gooey precum from her palm. She then slid her left leg toward him, his weeping cock sliding along her thigh until her left knee bumped into bloated left ball. Will winced but tried to focus on the incredible sensation of sliding along Anna Kay's perfect thigh.

Before he could get too excited, Naomi placed her right foot on his grossly swollen right ball and began to gently pump, like she was testing the brakes. Much to the surprise of all, Naomi brazenly flipped her own skirt up and then, in a feat of surprising dexterity and balance, slipped her hand into her panties and began to frig her dripping pussy.

Sliding her thigh along the precum-slick underside of his cock, Anna Kay began to fondle her own tits. On every downstroke her knee compressed his left ball, slowly but firmly pressing against the wooden front of the chair. At the same time, Naomi kept up her pumping of his poor right testicle as she stroked her clit in slow, tight circles with her index and middle fingers.

Will was in an absolute daze. The pain in his overstuffed, bruised balls kept him from approaching the edge too quickly, but the slow, relentless teasing of his cock, along with the incredibly lewd actions of the his tormentresses as they pleasured themselves, kept his orgasm building and building and building.

"Oooooh, fuck yes, you're so fucking hard! Don't you wanna cum?" teased Anna Kay, unbuttoning the top few buttons on her dress shirt, so that when she resumed caressing and squeezing her own tits her cleavage threatened to burst out the top.

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, OHMYGOD..." Naomi began crying as the first waves of her mind-numbing orgasm began washing over her. She kept a firm, steady rhythm on her clit, stroking it just right, as she reveled in the sensation of her sock-clad foot compressing the boy's most sensitive bits. She threw her head back and cried out in a low, drawn-out moan, her face and chest practically glowing with flush, as her orgasm crashed over, wave after wave of pleasure causing her to cry out and tremble uncontrollably. It was far and away the best orgasm of her young life, so far...

And that was the final straw. It was too much. It was just too fucking much.

"Please!" Will whispered desperately.

While Naomi continued cumming her brains out and crushing Will's right testicle against the chair front, Anna Kay leaned down with a wicked smile of triumph. She slid his cock all the way up her thigh, so that his weeping, bloated cockknob could feel the heat from her quim. He winced as her knee compressed and distorted his left ball worse than ever before. Once again her lips practically caressed his ear as she breathily whispered, "Please what, stud?"

Will whimpered in defeat, his brain complete mush under the endless pain and pleasure-assault. "Please... make me cum..."

Anna Kay grinned and kissed the boy full on the mouth, reveling in his soft lips and the faint taste of tears. She stepped back, her skirt scraping the ridge of his flared cockhead so that when it slipped free another generous spurt of precum was expelled up Anna Kay's shirt and onto her exposed cleavage. She grinned victoriously, using her index finger to scoop a thick dollop of the boy's precum to her lips, it's hot, salty flavor causing her pussy to spasm in violent desire.

Naomi, mostly recovered from her climactic ordeal, shakily rose to her feet and gave Anna Kay a big high-five. "We got him!"

The rest of the young women erupted in cheers, recognizing that they had overcome the silly boy's stubbornness. He had tried – oh had he tried! – to withhold his cum from them, to stay in control of his own orgasm, but just like Dr. Decker had said, they were the ones in control!

Dr. West was snapped from her own lustful reveries by the cheering. She looked down, admiring the meaty cock, discolored from the arousal, drooping only slightly; and those balls! They really didn't look so good. Objectively, she would never recommend abstaining from ejaculation for this long, especially not for such a virile young man. That coupled with the awful abuse they'd suffered meant Will's poor testicles were in pretty bad shape, and they looked it. In her role as medical professional she really should call it, let the young women know that the fun was at an end, for the boy's safety... but on the other hand, they were nearing the end. What was the worst that could happen?

"Oh, you poor, poor boy," Dr. Decker Decker teased as she tenderly caressed the back of Will's head. "First you told us you didn't want to cum, but now you do?"

Will nodded, all semblance of rationality gone. His whole world was now his needy cock, and his full, aching balls. Every cell in his body screamed for sexual release, to forcibly ejaculate the thick, gooey cum churning in his badly battered balls.

"Well, you have been such an excellent subject..." Dr. Decker considered, running her index finger down the top of his shaft, causing his slightly drooping cock to rear up once again, the chair creaking as Will involuntarily humped up into her touch. "But the answer, dear boy, is still no," she punctuated this last by gripping his right ball and squeezing firmly.

Will groaned and a fresh set of tears escaped his squinched eyes.

Still facing Will, Dr. Decker addressed the assembled young women – so eager to learn, so terribly sexually aroused – one last time. "While it would undoubtedly be incredible to see our stud finally get to ejaculate," she waggled his cock for emphasis, "today's lesson is about control. Your control. I want to drive home the point that it's okay, and even wonderful, for the tease to be the main event. He doesn't need to cum for a sexual encounter to be complete and enjoyable." The young women nodded along, and Naomi made sure to scribble this down in her notebook.

"Alright, I believe we have one pair left. Is that right, Robin and Maria?"

"*Ahem*," Anna Kay cleared her throat. Dr. Decker looked over at her quizzically and Anna Kay tilted her head in Naomi's direction. 

Dr. Decker's eyes briefly widened in dawning realization. "Naomi! My goodness, I can't believe I almost went on without you. Would you like a turn?"

"Yes, very much, Dr. Decker," Naomi replied, eyeing the boy's shiny, beleaguered genitals with more than scientific hunger.

Will took a few deep breaths as Naomi stepped back onto the pad between his spread legs. She leaned over at the waist, devouring him with her inquisitive eyes. She was small in stature and so her face was very close to his precum-dripping cock. Will felt his balls churn and his cock twitch slowly back to full mast as Naomi just stood there, observing.

Within moments his cock had once again attained its impressive length and girth, the veins standing thickly along the shaft, the flared knob shiny and bulging. It pointed up at a 45-degree angle toward the ceiling, throbbing mere centimeters from Naomi's partially open mouth.

"You really have impressive equipment here, sir," she said matter-of-factly, seeming to address his cock. Will closed his eyes and moaned, both at her words and her warm breath caressing his aching jewels. Because of this he missed her parting her lips and attempting to take his bloated cockhead into her mouth. Will gasped, and then they moaned in unison as her tongue lapped at his precum-weeping slit.

Reluctantly Naomi let the boy's cock slip from her lips and stood, flushed anew from her once again spiking arousal. She looked over her shoulder, "Ready?"

Anna Kay nodded and moved past Dr. West to stand behind the boy's chair. "Oh goodness, I'm nervous," Naomi admitted with a soft smile. "You think he'll be okay?"

"That's why Dr. West is here. Don't worry," Anna Kay said with confidence. She had her own doubts about the durability of the boy's heavily abused balls, but Naomi's idea was too hot to pass up!

With that the young women clasped hands firmly, on either side of Will's head as he glanced around nervously. He gasped as Naomi placed one sock-clad foot on top of his left ball. At first the sensation was mind-numbingly pleasurable. But Naomi kept applying more and more and more pressure.

"One... two... three!" Suddenly it was like fireworks went off in his brain, and Naomi fucking stood up on his bloated left nut! She was leaning back, holding tightly to Anna Kay's hands for balance. For one brief moment almost all of her weight was on that one testicle, and Will thought for sure that it would simply burst. Thankfully, in a very brief moment of relief, she placed her other foot on his right nut and evened out the distribution.

She was fucking standing on his balls, compressing them both horribly against the front of the chair!

"Holy shit, girl!!" Robin exclaimed in awe and admiration. Both Dr. Decker and Dr. West looked on in stunned silence, their mouths comically agape.

Anna Kay couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous – and ridiculously hot – absurdity of it all. The boy was gritting his teeth and grunting, but he was taking it! Naomi smiled to herself, relishing this once-in-a-lifetime feeling, the boy's humongous nuts squishing and squirming under her delicate feet.

But the moment ended all too soon. Unfortunately the combination of lots of coconut oil and very soft socks meant that Naomi really had no grip, and almost before she knew it was happening her feet had slipped down over the cum-bloated orbs and she found herself falling forward. Thankfully it was only a short fall to the ground, but her right knee came crashing forward. On her way down it collided with Will's left ball with a very audible *CRACK*, crushing it suddenly and violently against the front of the chair.

Will gasped as pain exploded in his brain for the umpteenth time that afternoon, but this time with even more force and focus. Naomi's bone-hard kneecap had collided with his soft testicle with incredible force, crushing it flat for a few milliseconds.

Everyone gasped and rushed to the chair. "Are you okay??" Anna Kay asked with alarm. Dr. West bent down with concern, "Are you alright, sweety?"

Naomi cradled her knee and looked up at the concerned faces with a tear in her eye. "Oof, that hurt. Probably have a good bruise, but I'll be alright." Dr. West and Anna Kay helped her to her feet and she gingerly walked off the mat.

Will, for his part, watched in disbelief, fighting back nausea. He could practically feel his left nut slowing reinflating and then swelling larger still. Oh, god, maybe this meant they would stop, would finally end this torment. But then again, he needed to cum so fucking bad!

Before anyone could object or look too closely at Will, Maria leapt up, "Come on, Robin, it's finally our turn!"



"You wanna go first?" Robin offered.

"Nah. You go ahead. I wanna fuck him up last," Maria said, smiling wickedly.

Will, for his part, couldn't really hear or see anything at the moment. His whole world was suffused with the pain in his swollen, throbbing left testicle and the all-encompassing need to cum. Thankfully it seemed like things were finally winding down.

Robin took the coconut oil and drizzled it generously up and down the boy's mostly flaccid shaft. She knelt between his legs and began to spread the oil all around with her hands and fingertips. He moaned at the pleasant sensations and his cock slowly began to return to turgid life.

Maria stood off to Robin's left, arms crossed over her chest, thoroughly enjoying Will's endless torment. As his cock quivered back to full mast she leaned down and not-so-gently scratched her fingernails up his right thigh. He gasped and looked up at her, recognition once again sending a chill down his spine at the same time his cock twitched violently.

"Try to enjoy Robin, asshole. 'Cause when it's my turn you're really fucked," Maria practically growled, pitched low enough that only she and Will could understand.

Will's cock flexed once again, sending a thick gout of precum that impacted Robin from her chest all way up her face, across her nose and onto her forehead.

"Ooh, that was a strong one. What'd you say to him, Maria??" Robin shamelessly scooped the boy's gooey spend into her mouth with her left hand, while her right began steadily stroking up and down his veiny, oily shaft. "Fuck me," she marvelled, "this is some thick fuckin' sausage!" she exclaimed, wrapping both hands around his trembling cock and beginning to stroke in unison a bit faster. Robin's elegant, large hands came the closest to be wrapping around the boy's girth, but still didn't quite manage. Oh, she was gonna have some fun with this boy!

Robin's talented hands felt so fucking good, but the pain from his badly damaged nut and his fear of Maria kept distracting him. Robin was having the time of her life, but Maria leaned over and whispered something in her ear.

"Oh, really?" Robin replied, grinning at the lurid revelation.

She released his cock, giving one quick squeeze just below the head and slurping up the big gob of precum that was squeezed out. Sitting back on her butt she placed her left leg on the boy's left thigh letting the sock-clad foot slide along his leg until it nestled gently between his cock and balls and his leg. Then she began to roll down her right sock, with exaggerated care and intention.

Will watched the display with wide eyes, unaware of the tiny bit of drool escaping the corner of his mouth. Maria watched with a knowing grin.

What Robin did next would be one of the defining memories of this already once-in-a-lifetime experience for Will.

Robin took the rolled up sock, scooted up real close between his legs, and then pulled the sock over his bloated knob! Will's breath caught in his throat and his eyes went wide in shock. She grinned wide and laughed to herself as she carefully rolled the sock down his rock-hard shaft. Though the knee sock had some extra length, she rolled it all the way down and bunched it at the base so that it was tight around his bloated knob and fit snugly around his shaft.

The sensation was unbelievable! Before she even touched him again the agony in his left nut was forgotten and the roiling, churning cum desperate to forcefully escape his balls took over his awareness. He closed his eyes and groaned in abject pleasure. Then she began stroking up and down his sock-covered cock and fireworks went off in his brain.

Maria stayed close, leaning down over him with her hand on his thigh, watching the signs.

Robin felt his cock getting harder, and somehow even thicker. She had played with some real meaty cocks, but this fucking thing took the cake! The sock dampened sensations for her a bit, but she was still well-attuned to his signs. She kept up her steady pace, bumping his pelvis and then his cockhead with a little more force on each stroke. If she kept this up he'd blow in about 5 more seconds...

Will felt the contractions starting deep in his battered balls. The soft sock against the taut skin of his cock was beyond even his wildest imaginings! He threw his head back and growled, the chair creaking as he thrust to meet Robin's steady, powerful strokes. Oh, fuck, here it comes... he thought with agonized anticipation.

Robin kept up her firm, steady stroking, grinning broadly, twisting the sock to stimulate him even further. "Yeah, show me whatchoo got, you fat-pricked wanker!" she encouraged. Almost there.... She saw his balls clench and even over the sock felt his cock twitching in preparation to expel what would undoubtedly be a truly monumental load. Oh, how badly she wanted to see that, to feel that, to taste that!

Suddenly she ceased her stroking and carefully gripped the tip of the sock. For a moment she thought she wouldn't be able to grip it, so slick was it with his copious precum, but luckily her fingers held and in one smooth motion she pulled the sock from his cock. Will screamed at the overwhelming sensation!

She and Dr. Decker and Dr. West and all the young women of BIO 311 watched, rapt, as the freshly exposed cock grew larger and larger, the eye gaping open. The boy cried out in a long, low groan, convinced that his time to cum had finally arrived!

Maria grinned evilly as she pulled her arm back and drove her right fist with all her might directly into Will's vulnerable right testicle!

*CRUNCH*

Will coughed and gagged as his almost-already-happening orgasm was violently aborted. Maria shook her hand and winced at the pain, but it was nothing compared to the abject joy at simultaneously crushing the overstuffed testicle and cutting his orgasm off at the last possible moment.

Instead of cheers this time there was a collective gasp of pleasure from the assembled women, most of whom were openly masturbating at this point.

"Holy shite! That was fuckin' epic!" Robin exclaimed, hugging Maria tightly and laughing. "I thought for sure he was gonna pop, and then *WHAM*, you fuckin' smashed that bollock!"

Maria then got on her knees between Will's legs, adjusting the hem of her skirt so it lay around her like the open petals of a flower. She leaned in close to his crotch, tracing his shaft from the root to the knob with the tip of her nose, exhaling in a soft moan. The girthy pillar of pleasure was positively trembling with arousal and Maria soaked in the raw lust pouring off of Will.

"I bet you wish you'd given it up when we were together, huh? What do you say, stud; can I suck your cock now?" Maria inquired. She looked up into Will's stunned face with wide innocent eyes; what Will totally failed to notice was the hint of menace in her voice.

"Wait! We coulda givin' 'im a gob job??" Robin whined.

Dr. Decker laughed. "I never said 'hands only'. Just remember, consent is important," she turned to address Will. "Sweety? Is it alright for Maria to use her mouth on your cock?"

Will dazedly looked up into Dr. Decker's eyes and nodded his desperate approval.

Dr. Decker nodded and Maria began full-lipped, wet kisses up Will's vein-gnarled shaft until she reached the shiny, flared knob. She eyed it with triumph and hunger for a second, relishing this moment of victory over this selfish asshole. How dare he withhold this beautiful cock! 'Saving himself for marriage'! And then the next chick he went out with complained that this cock, this fucking cock right here, practically split her in two! Well now it's my goddamn turn, Maria thought.

She closed her eyes and pursed her lips; as her plump lips met the head she snaked her tongue out to caress the head and collect a veritable river of precum. Then she pushed forward and the impossibly fat knob spread those gorgeous, full lips and slowly began entering her salivating mouth. Maria began to slowly bob back and forth, her tongue working every square centimeter of turgid burning flesh, enveloping more and more with each downthrust.

While Maria's hands were on top of the boy's thighs, Robin reached underneath from his left side to grip his dangerously bloated sac. Still held fast by Dr. Decker's rubber band, his cum-stuffed nuts looking like they might burst forth at any moment! Robin gently scratched her fingernails over the front of the taut skin with her left hand before taking a two-handed grip on those tenderized nuts. She began to squeeze her hands together, crushing the sensitive orbs between them, sometimes gently and sometimes like she was trying to wring out a mostly dry towel. She wasn't gonna wait for him to get close; Robin wanted to make sure Maria got her fun.

For all intents and purposes Will was unconscious. Technically he was awake, but his entire sense of self had been consumed by the sensations on his hyper-sensitive genitals. He was lost in an ocean, the waves carrying him to incredible heights of delirious pleasure, only to slam him down into depths of pain and ache he had never imagined. Up and down, over and over and over...

Maria was almost halfway down the seemingly endless pillar of cock when the fat knob scraped her molars and wedged itself against the back of her throat. She coughed and came up for air, a thick rivulet of drool and precum running down over Will's trembling cock.

"Come on, Maria, you can do it," Anna Kay encouraged, and the other young women murmured their support as well. The excited tension in the room somehow managed to build even higher. Every pussy in the room was positively dripping wet and – with only a single exception – being lovingly caressed at that moment. Only Dr. Decker Decker maintained a modicum of decorum for the sake of her position in authority; her self-pleasure session after the conclusion of the lab would be one for the books!

Maria dove down again in determination, only to be thwarted on that fucking enormous knob. After a few seconds she gagged and pulled off, coughing and shaking her head. She swallowed resolutely, gripped Will's cock at the base in both her hands, and lowered her head once again. This time she tried to relax, forcing herself to swallow each time she bumped the head against the back of her throat. Finally, FINALLY, she pushed and swallowed and the girthy fucker entered her throat! There was a round of cheers but she wasn't done yet.

Maria continued swallowing as she pushed forward, her throat rhythmically caressing the girthy invader as she got closer and closer to the thick base. Will's eyes crossed and he groaned as his overstimulated cock pushed into new, unbelievably pleasurable territory. Robin kept up her own pumping and squeezing of the boy's bloated, aching nuts, grunting with effort every now and again as she lovingly supported her friend's journey.

For one brief, epochal moment Maria's nose pressed against Will's lower abdomen, and a celebratory mixture of gasps and cheers and cries of orgasmic ecstasy erupted around the room. She quickly retreated, the slimy, vein-gnarled shaft emerging from her throat like a perverted magic trick. She coughed as Will's knob popped free of her throat, and her teeth scraped the flared ridge as he finally slipped free of her aching jaw. Three huge gouts of precum launched from his gaping cockhole in rapid succession, two painting Maria's face and hair and one firing off to the side to fortuitously coat Robin's open mouth.

The boy gave a gasp and a low groan as the mind-bending stimulation once again sent him rocketing toward a Vesuvian eruption, only for his orgasm to be literally crushed in Robin's strained grip. She gritted her teeth as she forcefully ground his balls against one another between her strong hands, trying desperately to cut off the boy's release for the 122nd time that afternoon.

Maria sat gasping, grinning in triumph, a thick string of precum and drool connecting her swollen lips to her victim's swollen cockhead. Suddenly she shook her head and swallowed the gobs of boy-goo coating her throat, then turned around on her hands and knees. Will looked down at the gorgeous, fat ass beautifully framed by the checked skirt before him. Maria waved her hips back and forth, hypnotizing her captive audience, ready to deliver her coup de grâce.

"Mmm, how's it look? That juicy ass just begging for it, huh? I would have let you fuck me in the ass, you know..."

Leaning down on her knees and elbows, she looked back over her shoulder at Will, savoring this moment of his total submission, his utter defeat, his complete powerlessness to resist her charms at last. She turned slightly to nod at Robin, who released the boy's grotesquely bloated scrotum and reached over to flip up Maria's skirt. Her mouth-wateringly plump, full cheeks came into view, revealing that the sadistic student wasn't wearing underwear! Maria's smooth, pouting lips, peaking from between her strong thighs, were literally dripping with her own arousal.

She slowly, seductively backed up, her asscheeks wobbling hypnotically, until Will's straining erection brushed against the crack of her goddess-tier ass. Will groaned as she gently shook her hips again, bobbling his weeping cock against her undulating cheeks. Maria leaned down until her face was pressed against the mat and reached between her legs to grip the girthy monster just below the head. She shivered at the heat, the stiff thickness, at the raw lust pouring off Will's cock. They gasped in unison as she used his weeping, bloated knob to caress her folds, mixing their arousal in a gooey concoction of liquid lust. Maria bit her lip as she rubbed that taut head back and forth over her needy clit. Placing him against her tiny entrance she gently pushed back, feeling his steely knob putting delightful pressure against her entrance, that intoxicating stretch as her vagina began to open, gasping as the electric shock of pleasure traveled up her body, through her sensitive nipples, to ignite the pleasure centers of her brain.

Shakily she taunted, "You ready to get fucked, you fat-cocked bastard?"

"Ohhhhhh, pleeeeeeaaaaase..." Will moaned, tears of pleasure and frustration running down his cheeks.

Maria set her legs and pushed back with incredible force, letting Will's cock slide up in between her asscheeks. Her dripping pussy impacted against Will's defenseless balls with loud, wet *SMACK*.

His mouth gaped in a silent scream, this turnabout the worst of his whole ordeal. The long afternoon of slapping and squeezing and crushing and abuse, as well as the dozens upon dozens of aborted orgasms meant that his balls were at their breaking point.

Everyone completely lost it at Maria's surprise move, but none moreso than Dr. Angela West. Having been subtlely caressing her heavy tits and squeezing her thighs together for the past hour and a half, she abandoned all semblance of professional propriety and ripped off her lab coat and then her skirt. With her left hand she unabashedly pawed at her delightfully sensitive nipples as her right pulled aside her black lace panties and began to finger her slit with reckless abandon. She hit her first warm-up orgasm as Maria's pussy devastated poor Will's bound balls for the second time, and after that the climaxes came in a mind-numbing blur.

Maria, who had been looking forward to this opportunity since the moment she recognized Will, nevertheless surprised herself at how quickly her own orgasm was building. She fell into a steady rhythm of powerful pussy-strikes, Will's squishy, squirming balls impacting her clitoris with devastating pleasure. Within moments the cum-bloated orbs were sending her into the stratosphere and with one, final forceful thrust her pussy exploded with pleasure at the same time she impacted Will's nuts with such force that the chair-face actually cracked!

*CR-CR-CRACK*

Will's desperate cock fired off one final, massive, cloudy rope of precum up Maria's back, through her hair, and over her head, landing on the tile floor with an audible *splat*. At long last, Will's consciousness faded to the collective sounds of young women screaming: with joy, with celebration, and most of all with orgasmic pleasure at their complete dominance of such a well-hung stud.



The co-eds are all gathered around him as he lays on the floor. He sees Anna Kay, looking down at him over her incredible bust; Naomi, with a notepad and pen ready; Robin, with one leg up on the ball of her foot, looking down at him with a huge grin. They're all wearing fuzzy socks that go almost all way the up to their short, pleated skirts. His cock responds almost instantly, lifting away from his abdomen and bouncing with each beat of his heart. Anna Kay licks her lips and starts unbuttoning her blouse, while Robin starts gently running her sock-clad foot up and down his achingly hard erection, and Naomi kneels down at his left to get a better view...

Just as he wonders where Maria might be, she appears next to his right hip, grinning her Cheshire-cat grin. She's holding what looks like an anvil above her head, which is of course impossible. She's barely straining at all, but at the same time he can feel that the object ways A TON.

"Say goodbye to your balls, asshole," Maria says. But instead of dropping the anvil she somehow manages to fucking throw it down, speeding it on its way to her intended targets. He tries to roll away but it's like he's caught in syrup, his body taking forever to respond. He watches the massive chunk of iron fall in slow motion, powerless to stop it or even move out of the way. He sees the square bottom land atop his bloated scrotum, and then KEEP GOING, absolutely annihilating his testicles into the hard floor with a metallic *CLANG-SPLAT*. At the same time that the unimaginable pain explodes into his abdomen he feels that final, yogurt-thick load, saved up for almost three fucking weeks forced out of his rampant cock. He cries out in anguish...

... and jolted awake, shooting up in a hospital bed, his face impacting Dr. West's pillowy tits and causing her and Dr. Decker to scream in surprise. Dr. Decker was gripping his bloated cockhead white-knuckle tight, while Dr. West gave his badly damaged balls a vicious tweak in her surprise. Will squawked in pain and very nearly passed out again. "Whathafuck-" he mumbled blearily.

"Goddess, you gave us a scare," Dr. West laughed, checking to make sure his IV was still intact; he had lost A LOT of fluids during the day's ordeal. "You must have been having some dream; your cock was twitching like crazy and you were moaning like you were about to cum. Dex and I didn't want you to blow your November challenge on a wet dream, so we thought we'd help you out," by viciously aborting your orgasm yet again, she didn't say.

"Ughmyballs," was all Will could put together toward a response.

"Ooh, sorry about that," Dr. Decker winced in sympathy. "Dr. West was giving them a thorough examination when you-"

"-scared the shit out of us!" Dr. West exclaimed.

"-woke up," Dr. Decker finished with a wry look at her partner in crime.

"Myballs?" Will mumbled again, this time sounding slightly more like a query.

Dr. Decker looked to Dr. West. "Well, they're certainly not in good shape," Dr. West began, "but as far as I can tell there's no permanent damage." Will sighed and shed a single tear of relief. "But I'm afraid you'll have to be very careful for the next while," she added, "and in particular I strongly recommend against any sexual activity for at least another 3 to 4 weeks."

"That's the good news," Dr. Decker chimed in, "The bad news is that you begged us to make you cum, which means you forfeited our special night all together." Will knew this already but still whimpered at the loss. In spite of the terrible, throbbing ache in his badly battered balls he felt a mournful stirring in his cock, as he thought about the sexy doctors, wearing nothing but their socks, ready and eager for a night of...

"But! Since you participated in the entire lab period without tapping out we're inviting you back for our final lab of the semester: the Refractory Period lab, in just over 3 weeks!"

Dr. Decker waited for Will to exclaim with joy at his potential good fortune, but he just looked back blankly at her. Dr. West laughed and Dex rolled her eyes.

"That means we're going to be studying how much and how often a certain male can ejaculate," she finished significantly. Will's eyes opened wide in realization and his cock gave a hefty twitch. Maybe, if his balls could survive the next three weeks, this whole ordeal will have been worth it...

Epilogue

"Goddess, but I love my job," Dr. West said with a huge grin, as soon as the door closed behind Will's hobbling form.

"What do you call that thing you gave him to wear?" Dr. Decker asked, barely containing her laughter. Before leaving the women had helped Will step into something like underwear, but it was only some stretchy, supportive cloth to cradle his grossly swollen gonads without constraining his cock or otherwise putting excessive pressure on the healing organs.

"The ball bra? The boulder holder? I haven't thought of a good name yet," she said, also chuckling. "But did you see his sweatpants?"

"Yeah; he looked like he was smuggling a pringles can out of here, along with a couple of lemons!" now Dex was laughing so hard tears were coming to her eyes. "What probability do you give his balls, surviving the next three weeks in that outfit?"

"Oh, I'll be surprised if he makes it home!"




FIN
2025-05-21