CBT 101
In their school, CBT 101 taught by Miss Andrews and Miss Daly was by far the most well-reviewed class. You could tell a really good teacher by the way she made learning fun for the students. And boy did those ladies deliver, teaching every trick in the book and encouraging the students to dream up new ones. The only complaints were ever heard from the most studious, extreme-minded pupils, who would have wanted to go a lot further in their education - and of course from what poor boy had been assigned to the be the "teaching tool".
After a recap of last week's "plumbing the urethra" lessons, they had moved on to this week's theme: pins and needles. The teachers always stressed the importance of combining different aspects of "the art" for the best effect.
The object was once again Billy Manfred, the good-looking and well-hung football star (the favorite of the teachers' it seemed, as they often seemed to stay with him after the class had been dismissed).
Stacy, a straight A student, focused intently on her work. Billy's desperate shifting did not bother her, and he was tied down securely enough to keep that in minimum anyway. The bad girls of the class, instead of watching and learning, were busy tormenting the boy, pinching his nipples, scratching him, cutting out his air supply by pinching his nose shut and clapping their hands over his gagged mouth. The teachers did not really discourage this. They thought it only natural for girls to get a bit mean when a hot boy was helpless in their hands. If anything, they seemed amused by it.
Then Hannah Connor grabbed the boy's cock and started to roughly twist the pencil in his urethra. He whimpered and twisted in panic, the other girls keeping him from breathing. Everyone giggling at his distress.
This broke Stacy from her concentration and she shot the other girls an irate look, but they were having too much fun to notice. Well, she was done anyway.
Miss Andrews, watching the girls and clearly trying to keep from snickering, finally stepped in.
"Alright, alright. Let him get a breath in. We will still be needing him with us, after all." Her eyes went to the boy's pin-adorned balls. "Ah, very good. We are done. Good work, Stacy. Very neat. Now, Hannah, could you please get the pencil out of the way and we can move on." She met Stacy's eyes and smiled. "We'll give him something to cry about."