The narrow hips of the young student jerked up in short, quick motions in an uncontrollable reaction to the old man's ministration of his beautiful cock. Thrusts that attempted to provide pressure long enough to stimulate him to release, something he longed for like he had never longed for before. The old man, after enjoying the steely hard feel of the boy in his hand for a few strokes, abruptly yanked his hand away, forcing the stud before him to "fuck the wind".
"Easy there big boy", the professor smiled up at his captive and traced one finger slowly down the entire length of the substantial manhood that continued to bob and sway before him. "I know you're primed and ready because of the Erectix but your first experience as a subject in our study is as much for my pleasure as it for yours. You do want me to help you cum don't you Boy Wonder?"
Flexing again and twisting in his restraints the student's eyes pleaded with the old troll. Again, his hips began to dance up off from the tabletop, sliding his proud member up and down in thin air. "Professor, I, I gotta get off! I can't hold on, I need relief! This stuff has me on fire", the boy said in a desperate whisper, "I need to cum, I am so fucking horned up!" The boy stared down at himself as the professor once again took his large balls into a small hand. The boy moaned, "Ahhhh, my balls are on fire!"
"They certainly do feel full. Would you like my help? We're not wrapping up here today until you've unloaded this precious cargo for me." The ugly little man gave a slight squeeze of the full sacks, feeling the smooth orbs give slightly to him. He was breaking this stallion in long and slow. "You really are impressive Subject 17." The handful released, he watched the well-endowed boy bounce before him. Reaching for the second robin's feather he eyed the swaying flagpole and said, "so, would you like for me to begin?"
Grayson willed himself against what he knew was about to happen. He watched as the old man brought the feather close to his cock once again. Tilting his hips upward, trying to pull himself away from contact with the soft implement of torture was in vain. A jolt of sexual energy raced through his body as the old man began to trace the veins on the underside of him with the gentle strokes of an artist. Again his hips jerked up uncontrollably, allowing the feather to drag further over him and send waves of ecstasy through his beautifully muscled body. He needed to cum like he'd never needed to before; he could feel his balls, aching against the tight material of his trunks. He wanted his Barbara there, on her knees before him so badly.
"Here, let me help you Subject 17", the geezer said as he held the feather perpendicularly to the stud's dick, about three inches above the beautiful tip of the mushroom head. As he offered the feather, taut between his two small hands he grinned up at the bound boy through his beautifully muscular thighs, spread wide in the bindings. "Here you are Subject 17, I offer you the vane of this robin's feather if you'd like some assistance with your um, condition?"
Grayson stared blankly at the old man and slowly raised his hips off the table again. With his legs bound as they were he had to flex his large quads hard in the bindings, bringing his big cock up and forward until the feather rested four inches below the ridge of his helmet, jutting his hips he was able to feel the soft barbs wrap around his substantial shaft. The sensation sent pangs of pleasure from his cock, up his spine and covered his fine body with goose pimples. Then, without even thinking, he lowered his hips; drawing himself down and allowing the pleasure the soft feather gave him to cause a gasp to escape his beautiful lips. "Ohhhh, yeahhh." The feather slid slowly along the stiff bottom side of the heroic stuff, catching on the well-defined head as it passed.
As soon as the tip was below the feather the young stud reversed the motion and, using his powerful body, pushed up again. Slowly, Robin, The Boy Wonder succumbed to the professor's offering and began a rhythm, fucking both the air and the tantalizing edge of the feather held before him.
"How does that feel Subject 17?" The educator asked without removing his eyes from the beautiful show the boy was putting on for him.
"Professor, I gotta cum. Please, let me. I know you're into me, into my body. I gotta cum professor, I just have to!" The boy began a more rapid motion of his hips, his defined legs flexing hard to maintain his contact with the feather. He looked at the man who had stripped and bound him to the tabletop, forced him to sign a contract and nodded slightly, a silent agreement that this was going to bring the relief he craved as the boiling in his balls began to rise. "Oh yeah, that's it. This feels sooo good!" In his mind he imagined running his hands through Barbara's silken hair, her soft lips working where the feather now slid while her fingers massaged the backs of his smooth, rock hard legs and gluts. His motion intensified, pushing forward and down slightly, forcing the feather to wrap itself more around him, tickling the side margins of his meat as he moved, his thickness spreading the barbs as they tickled him. "Oh yeah, that feels soooo good, oh yeah!" Another soft moan escaped as a new sheen of sweat began to form on his flawless physique.
The professor licked his lips as he watched the young man work, his strong body flexing as he moved in short, and efficient motions up and down against the feather. Gently he began to raise the feather, up further from the tabletop, first just a fraction of an inch and then more rapidly robbing the boy of contact until he was only able to reach it with the head of his big member. A small amount of precum had begun to leak from him, his beautiful eyes locked on this dick from behind the jet-black mask.
"Wait! No! Professor no! Please move it back, I can't reach it. I need more contact please, oh please professor. It felt sooo good! I need you to lower the feather back down, see" the boy pushed up as high as his gymnast hips would allow, tethered as he was so that just the bottom of the head caught on the feather. Sliding down one last time over the softness as the tormentor yanked it away. "No! NO! Pleeease! This shit has me mad man, I gotta get off!" The boy's breathing became much more rapid, gasps escaped his lips and his large biceps rose in a defiant flex against the cuffs, veins popping once again across his glistening body.
"Are you getting close my beautiful Subject 17?" the professor asked as he used his finger to trace the outline of vein that wrapped around the shaft the danced before him. The handsome boy's body jerked in uncontrollable response to the stimulation. "I am not ready to finish yet", the old man whispered as he smiled. "Here, hold this would you?" Taking his small left hand he gently squeezed the hard as steel head and watched as the slit opened. With great care he slowly eased the shaft of the feather into the shocked boy until the feather added eight inches of height to the already ten inch long pole. The young hunk bucked and attempted to throw his hips forward to expel the feather. "I know this is humiliating to you but I would really like a picture of this
Subject 17! You are in a very ironic situation considering whom you are wouldn't you say? I need to capture this for posterity!"
"FUCK YOU! You little freak! I am not your toy!" The boy bucked up and forward again trying to throw the feather out of him to no avail as the professor returned and once again and stood between the spread, flexing legs of the bodybuilder. Once again he inserted the crank and turned it once, displaying his power over the now helpless and sexually frustrated young man, adjusting the struts and spreading the thighs even further.
"Hold still now. Smile little birdy!" The man teased as he used his phone to snap a few shots of the feather as it danced with the big boy. In his hand he also held a Tupperware container that he set on the credenza with the phone as he reached forward and slid the feather out of the boy's big shaft. He walked up next to the boy and looked down at him. "You are right Subject 17, I am VERY much into you and am so glad that you have consented to this study." He professor slowly lifted the feather he held in his small hand and licked the end of it, tasting the sweet virility of the strong young man as he continued to struggle before him.
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