The boy stood numb as his cock and balls were roped in, his expression wide-eyed but unfocused. A single line of drool escaped from the wide gag in his mouth, flowing down his chin, shining in the harsh florescent of the office. When the weight of the stapler was finally added, his attention snapped back, panicked, tear filled eyes focusing on Natalie. A muffled cry escaped the massive ball forcing his jaws apart, low, pained and uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"Unnhh...puhhheees..."<br/><br/>He shook his head numbly, looking at the two woman frantically for some hint of mercy. It came in the very odd form of the warm, teasing mouth of the Vice-Head Mistress. A woman's mouth was not an entirely unfamiliar feeling to him, but the feeling of her warm, wet tongue dancing across his head, compared to the pain, discomfort and panic that dominated his mind was overwhelming. He trembled softly as she withdrew, his expression pleading, although ultimately of no use. A moment later, Natalie shuffled him out the door, the naked, bound boy taking off.<br/><br/>His pace was an awkward, pained jog at first, the discomfort overwhelming, but he sped up, spurred on by the thought of being punished further by the two sadistic women waiting in the office. Quiet, bare footfalls sounded like thunderclaps to him in the empty hallways, but he made it to the the classroom without incident. Rising up on his tiptoes, he awkwardly turned and pawed the doorknob to the classroom with bound hands. Pain, fear and the effort of running had made them slick with sweat, and he gripped desperately, praying it would open. Finally it did, and he was glad to find the object of his search sitting safely on the desk. Grasping it carefully, he took off again, running down the hall.<br/><br/>The clock read five minutes and sixteen seconds when the two women hear the boy returning - well in time to avoid punishment - when suddenly the footfalls stopped. A few instants later, a loud thud is heard against the door, and a muffled grunt from the boy. When they open the door, they see him, having tripped on a stray power cord that ran across the office floor. He is curled on the floor, groaning in pain, the stapler he retrieved still clutched in his hand, trembling softly.