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| Prof. Gottard | |
| By: Grod Date: July 27, 2024, 12:33 am | |
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| You wake up with a start, your muscles aching and your mind | |
| racing to make sense of your surroundings. You're strapped to a | |
| cold, metal table in a starkly lit room, the smell of antiseptic | |
| stinging your nostrils. Above you looms the silhouette of a man | |
| in a lab coat, the harsh light glinting off his spectacles. His | |
| name is Professor Gottard, a man feared and reviled for his | |
| twisted experiments. He steps closer, and you feel a mix of | |
| dread and unwelcome arousal as he removes his dentures, | |
| revealing a mouth of wet, glistening gums. His eyes are | |
| piercing, and you know what he wants. The anticipation builds as | |
| he leans in, his hot breath against your skin, and you can't | |
| escape the feeling of his soft, wrinkled mouth about to engulf | |
| you. You're a young jock, used to conquering the football field, | |
| not being at the mercy of a mad scientist. But here you are, | |
| about to endure a fate that's as thrilling as it is terrifying. | |
| > The professor taunts him then sucks his dick. | |
| As Professor Gottard leans in, his gums part, and his mouth | |
| closes around your dick. The sensation is foreign and | |
| unsettling, yet undeniably arousing. His lack of teeth allows | |
| for a smoother, more sensual experience than you've ever had | |
| with anyone else. His mouth moves rhythmically, his tongue | |
| teasing and stroking with surprising skill. Despite the horror | |
| of the situation, your body responds instinctively to the | |
| pleasure, your cock growing harder with each passing moment. The | |
| professor's eyes never leave yours, a twisted smile playing on | |
| his lips as he watches your reactions. The anticipation turns to | |
| reality as he takes you to the edge, your body taut with need. | |
| You can't help but let out a gasp as you cum, the warmth of your | |
| release filling his mouth. He swallows greedily, the sound | |
| echoing through the cold, sterile room. The professor chuckles, | |
| a disturbing sound in the silence, and you realize with a start | |
| that this is only the beginning. | |
| > The professor sucks him again. | |
| The professor's eyes light up with sadistic pleasure as he feels | |
| your hot cum sliding down his throat. He leans back, panting | |
| slightly, a string of saliva connecting his gums to the tip of | |
| your now-sensitive cock. He wipes his mouth with a gloved hand | |
| and says, "Ah, such a delightful specimen. I can see why you're | |
| so popular with the ladies." He snaps his fingers, and a pair of | |
| burly henchmen enter the room, rolling in a cart filled with an | |
| assortment of ominous devices. They're clearly here to ensure | |
| you don't miss out on any of the professor's "attention." The | |
| anticipation of what's to come sends a shiver down your spine, | |
| mixing fear and excitement in a way that makes your stomach | |
| churn. The professor, seemingly unfazed, takes a moment to | |
| examine his instruments before turning back to you with a wicked | |
| grin. "Now, let's see how much more you can handle," he says, | |
| reaching for a peculiar device that crackles with electricity. | |
| You're strapped down, unable to escape, as he leans in for round | |
| two. | |
| > The professor sucks his dick again, this time slower, really | |
| letting his gums work their magic. | |
| As Professor Gottard leans back in, his mouth makes a wet pop as | |
| it breaks the seal around your sensitive cock. He licks his | |
| lips, tasting your essence, before leaning in again, this time | |
| with an even slower, more deliberate pace. His gums press | |
| firmly, creating a unique sensation that you've never felt | |
| before. The absence of teeth adds an eerie sense of | |
| vulnerability to the act, as if you're being serviced by some | |
| kind of ancient, twisted creature. The pleasure builds at a more | |
| agonizing rate, your body begging for release while your mind | |
| screams for escape. The electric crackle of the device in his | |
| hand only adds to the tension. His eyes are dark with desire, | |
| watching you intently, and you know he's savoring every second | |
| of your torment. He takes his time, each stroke of his tongue | |
| and suck of his mouth a deliberate act of power. The intensity | |
| crescendos, and you find yourself unable to resist the wave of | |
| pleasure that crashes over you. You cum again, harder than | |
| before, the salty taste of your own seed mingling with the | |
| metallic flavor of fear. The professor eagerly swallows, a | |
| satisfied look on his face. He wipes his mouth with a cloth and | |
| says, "Now, let's proceed with the next phase of the | |
| experiment." The henchmen tighten your restraints, and the cart | |
| of instruments is rolled closer. Your heart races as you wonder | |
| what other twisted delights the professor has in store for you. | |
| > The professor sucks the jock's cock all night long. | |
| As the hours stretch on, Professor Gottard shows no signs of | |
| tiring. He continues to suck your dick, varying his pace and | |
| pressure, driving you to the brink of orgasm only to pull back | |
| and start the torturous cycle anew. Each time you cum, the | |
| sensation is more intense, the sound of his wet, gummed mouth | |
| echoing through the room. The henchmen watch with a mix of | |
| boredom and amusement, occasionally offering suggestions or | |
| adjusting the restraints to maximize your discomfort. You're | |
| exhausted, both physically and mentally, but your body remains | |
| stubbornly responsive to the relentless ministrations. The room | |
| spins, and you're not sure how much more you can take, but the | |
| professor seems to have an endless supply of patience. Your eyes | |
| glaze over with fatigue, and your body feels like it's made of | |
| jelly, but the pleasure and pain keep you on the edge of | |
| consciousness. The night stretches on, an eternity of depraved | |
| pleasure at the mercy of Professor Gottard's insatiable mouth. | |
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