Teacher's Pet

The freshmen therapist students gathered by the treatment table at Dr. Tilly's "laboratory". This was the first class of Electro-shock Therepy for Chronic Masturbation. Everyone seemed quite tickled by the test subject's evident unwillingness for his role. But the restraints and the gag kept his struggles and whimpered pleas subdued, just as the drugs given to him would keep him hard and receptive.

"They all resist," Dr. Tilly said. "After all, if they didn't, what would be the point?"

The students laughed.

"But you're staying right where you are, aren't you, boy? We're gonna see how you respond to some precicely-directed stimulation." She smiled at the class. "I will spoil the surprise for you: he will respond quite intensely."

More laughs.

No one was more amused than Lizzie, standing over far-left. When they had been asked if they knew of any "preferably well-equipped" boy to "volunteer" as teching subject, her little step-brother immediately came to mind. If his nice big cock served her and mom (and their friends of course) it would damn well also serve as a tool of education.

She did very much enjoy seeing him so afraid. It would be great to see him receive the tretment.

"Now, don't you worry, ladies", said Dr. Tilly while fixing the rings. "While I'll be showing you the basics in the morning, this is a hands-on course. After lunch I will unleash you on our boy here." This was met with eager approval. "You will employ what you have learned but I also always encourage improvisation. You won't be running out of tools here." Dr. Tilly smiled. "Rest assured, this evening he will think twice before touching, let alone yanking, his crank."

Laughter.

Lizzy grinned mischeviously. Yes, he might. But, it being Friday night, she had invited friends over tonight, including a few of her classmates. After perhaps a little recap of some of the lessons of the day, they would certainly have plenty of use for his crank. If it hurt that was no excuse. In fact, it was an added bonus.

As a pair of lab assistants came to attach wired clamps on his nipples, the little bitch twisted and cried to everyone's great amusement.

"Well, now," said Dr. Tilly, looking up from his work. "That certainly is promising, isn't it?"

The class laughed.

It sure was!