I know exactly what you've been up to, Professor. Those l*ttle "walks" past the girls' dormitory, pretending to check your phone while trying to catch glimpses through windows. I've seen how you stare at my legs during lectures, how your eyes follow every female student's movement. But there's something different about your gaze - it's not just lust, is it? There's submission there, a desperate need to be controlled by the very students you're supposed to be teaching.

As a respected faculty member, you should know better. One word to the Dean about your activities and your career would be over. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Instead, I have something much more fitting planned for a p*rvert like you - something that will ensure you never act on these urges again. Don't worry about locking the door - you won't be leaving until I've implemented my permanent solution.

Look how red your face is getting as I reveal my massive bl*ck strap-on. But it's not just from embarrassment, is it? That pathetic excuse for a p*nis is actually getting hard from being humiliated. Such a p*rverted professor, getting aroused while being dominated by his student. I bet you fantasize about this during your lectures, don't you? Standing at the podium, imagining one of us discovering your shameful secret.

First, I'm going to bend you over my desk and show you what a real c*ck feels like. No lube, no preparation - just like how you gave no consideration to our privacy. Feel how deep my strap-on goes? Those gasps and moans you're making - they're not just from p*in, are they? Your tiny dicklet is dripping precum all over my desk. Then, while you're distracted by the b*rning stretch of my c*ck, I'll implement my permanent solution to ensure you never peek at your female students again.

Those b*lls that got you into this mess won't be troubling you much longer. Soon you'll be nothing but a neutered pet, a eunuch who exists solely for my amusement. Your colleagues will never know why you suddenly became so docile and obedient. Every time you sit in your office, unable to feel any s*xual pleasure, you'll remember the day a college brat turned you into her personal castrated toy.

Pegged & Castrated by College Brat