material from his large buttocks. He then piled the pillows and covered them with the towel he used to dry himself with earlier. He the laid on top with his ass raised high waiting for the next phase in his humiliation.

Professor Jenkins pulled his belt free from his pants and brought it down hard on Brad's big, exposed melons. "Yaaah!!" Brad couldn't believe how hard he'd been hit.

"Keep quiet! I have neighbors," ordered the Professor and again he brought the belt down on Brad's glowing ass.

"Yaaaaaahhhhh!,” wailed Brad again.

"This is your second warning, boy, keep it down. If I tell you again I'll gag you!" yelled Professor Jenkins as he snapped the belt across Brad's stinging hind end.

“Yaaaaahhhh!” Brad screamed in pain. He couldn't believe what a sadist his Professor was. He also couldn't believe how much he was enjoying it.

"That's it! You were warned!" said the Professor. And with that he dropped the belt. He then picked up Brad's thong from the floor. He ordered Brad to open his mouth and Brad tried to protest, but as he did the Professor stuck the string in Brad's mouth. He then pulled the two ends together around the back of Brad's head and tied them together. "Taste your own ass, boy!"

It was true. Brad tasted his own ass. The sting that had been firmly planted between his massive butt cheeks all evening was now in his mouth. He could taste and smell his own scent and found it strangely arousing.

Crack! The leather of the belt came down hard on Brad's rump. He tried to scream but couldn't. Crack! Brad moaned part in pain and part in pleasure. He was being totally degraded and loving every minute of it. What did this mean? Was he gay? He opted not to think about it and just enjoy.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

The leather felt like it was cutting through Brad's soft flesh. Brad could feel the tears in his eyes, and before he could even think about trying to stop them they were running down his cheeks. He sobbed into his thong, which was now a gag.

His ass now bore the strips from the belt--his dick grinding into the pillows.
Professor Jenkins had no mercy and just continued to belt the star wrestler. He had to admit this kid had stamina. Then he saw what he had been waiting for. Brad's massive cheeks clenched and the teen moaned loudly through his gag. Then Professor Jenkins knew he had cum.

"Stand, boy!" ordered the Professor.

Brad was weak in the knees but steadied himself to stand. Cum was dripping from his large and semi erect dick. He was still sobbing. His thong still shoved in his mouth, he could still taste himself as he rubbed his burning ass. Professor Jenkins untied the thong and threw it at Brad.

"Now get dressed and go!"

Brad wiped the cum from his body using the towel he had been laying on and pulled his thong back on. The string was wet with his own saliva. He wrapped the loincloth around his waist. Even the soft cotton material hurt his ass.

"Next time your really gonna get it, boy," sneered Professor Jenkins as Brad turned and left into the cool dark night.

Brad knew he looked a