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Connor's New Toy

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"Please," The professor's voice cracked. "Not the sock. Anything but the sock!"

Riker kept his favourite sock stuffed in an old skate shoe under his bed. He pulled it out and admired it in the morning light. Stiff and yellowed from two weeks' worth of cum. The skinny teenager brought the sock close to his turned-up nose and sniffed, then shook his head in disbelief.

"I'm begging you, Riker- Master!" Professor Peters corrected himself. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Before him, his own student stood in nothing but boxers and bed hair. The young man had scratched knees from skating and was so skinny that he could probably be picked up with one arm by most grown men. But in this room he was a ruling despot, inspiring fear and obedience in the heart of his slave.

"Looking forward to grading my load, bitch? It's gonna be a big one, I can feel it. An A++." Riker cupped his balls. Then he pulled the sock open and hawked a big, frothy spitball inside. He squeezed the cum rag in his fist, melting all the dried up semen so it was brought back to life as a tunnel of pungent slime.

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