Recap: Nick was caught in a college cheating scandal and must obey the Dean's assignments or risk being expelled. His first assignment is revealed to be nude modelling for art students.
Chapter 2: Posed
I feel my face flush red and I get that dizzy feeling again. I look to the Dean who I grinning ear-to-ear. “You’ll be modelling for Professor Leon’s advanced art class. They’ll be using the entire semester to perfect a nude male for their portfolios.” I’m frozen in place. Unable to get a single word out. I know exactly where I stand right now. I have no room to argue, to protest. But I can't do it. I just can't!
I can't remember the last time I was naked in front of someone. Maybe my athletics physical before freshman year? Even then all I did was pull my pants down. There’s no real reason I’m so shy about my body, I just prefer to keep it hidden under my clothes.
When I hesitate for too long, Dean Vale gestures me into the hall “I think Nick just needs a quick pep talk.” Right outside the door he grills me in an enraged whisper. “Do I need to remind you of where you stand?”
“Dean, please! This is just too much! You can't expect me to get naked in front of all those guys. There has to be something else I can do!”
“Oh, this is too much? Your entire academic career is riding on whether or not you can get naked and stand still for two hours. Are you not capable of doing such a simple task? As far as I am concerned, you need to do whatever I tell you or face the consequences. I don’t care if I have to ban you from ever wearing clothes on campus again, you will comply.” There’s a sparkle in his eye that I don't like when he mentions the clothing ban. “Now if you are not completely naked in the next thirty seconds - this arrangement is done and you can go home tonight for all I care.” A few seconds pass and I’m still frozen in place. “The clock is ticking.”
With shaking hands I cross my arms down to the hem of my shirt and timidly pull it over my head. The Dean snatches it from my hand and I flinch. The cold hallway air on my bare chest and back gives me goosebumps all over. To delay my inevitable undressing, I undo my shoes and kick them off. Then I reach down for my belt and slowly undo the buckle. I glance back at Dean Vale as I grasp the waistband of my jeans, he gives me a stern nod. They drop to my ankles and I gingerly step out of them. I pause again with my thumbs tucked into the waistband of my briefs. It feels like my body is refusing to follow through.
Dean Vale wastes no time, though. He leans down and grips the bottom of my briefs, yanking them down in a swift motion. My entire body is shaking now. The Dean collects my briefs, shoes, and pants from the ground. “Now get in there. Professor Leon’s report of how you perform today will determine your future.” He walks away and I’m left butt naked, cupping my dick and balls with both of my hands.
I quickly scurry into the room and Professor Leon beams. “Nick! I see that pep talk worked! I know it must be a little intimidating if you’ve never modelled nude before. But hey, we’re all guys here!” He grabs my arm and leads me to the elevated platform. “So you'll stand here and…” I feel the eyes of all twenty college guys on my body, they mindlessly sharpen pencils while they study me. “Alright and lets move this leg over this way… perfect, now.” He grabs my left arm and tells me to let it hang at my side. I’ve only got one hand covering my dick. “And you’ll hold on to this with your other hand.” With a deep breath I release my junk and reach out to grab a piece of white cloth, my dick flops out and I feel even more naked than before. My heart is racing - pounding so hard that I feel a pulse in my ears and wrist. I look down for a moment which is a mistake. Knowing I’m naked is one thing. Looking down and seeing just how exposed I am made it all the more real.
Pencils meet paper and the guys start sketching. In the first few moments I observe a few key details about the room. First, the door is still wide open. Every guy who passes by does a double take and stares in. I now have a list in my head of how many men have seen me naked. And more specifically, men who have seen my dick.
Right now I am up to thirty three. Thirty three more than I started the day with.
The second observation is the massive full height window to my right. It provides gorgeous lighting for the room, but also a very clear view inside. The third observation is unseen and instead felt. The air vent points almost directly at me, adding shrinkage to humiliation.
The minutes pass by and I try my best to tune out the room. At a certain point I manage to zone out. Scheming ways that I can get myself out of this or how to erase the evidence against me. I’m sucked back into reality when I hear Professor Leon. “Great start James! Just pay attention to the proportions. They’re a little off on his shoulders. And the penis is way too big.” He glances up, “No offense Nick.” I grimace and try to tune him out. He weaves between the guys giving similar critiques. Another thirty minutes go by. And in that time several guys pass by and linger by the doorway.
The count is up to forty.
Then Professor Leon starts bringing guys up to the platform to get a closer look. It’s harder to ignore how exposed I am when two clothed men stand in front of me.
“See James I think you really need to focus on the way the muscles connect.” The professor places his finger on my chest. Gently fingering between my pecs. There’s a slight tickle and my abs contract instinctively. He goes on about all the muscle groups and how they bind to other muscles and bones. His finger traces my ribs, makes circles around individual ab muscles, and down to my V-lines. His hand gets dangerously close to my dick and I feel my heart rate rising again. “Down here everything gestures down to the penis. From a composition perspective it is really the main focal point.” In the next moment he does the unimaginable and grabs the shaft of my dick. At his touch I gasp. “Woop, didn't mean to scare you. I’ll warn you next time.” Next time…
Not only is it humiliating to be touched like this, but the sensations are also causing a stir in my dick. I feel myself start to get a little hard. I squint my eyes and try to focus on going soft, but it either isn't working or focusing on it is making it worse. Professor Leon continues describing my dick and balls. “The curvature of the head can really make or break it.” He traces the entire top edge of my tip. “And right here on the underside - if you ever see it - there’s a seam that connects to the pee hole.” He glides over and drags his finger along the underside on my shaft. I’m at about half mast when he lifts the whole thing up to discuss my ball sack - still shriveled from the cold. He talks about the seam on my balls, the freckle on my thigh, and more details about my crotch that I didn't even know. By the time he’s done and releases my dick it’s fully hard and sticking straight out, bouncing on release. “Come on, Nick. You’ve got to keep that under control. Getting hard is like changing the composition of a still life. These artists need a consistent reference.”
There are a few chuckles around the room, but my mind is solely focused on whatever it takes to get this boner to go away. I go soft once James sits back down. But each time Professor Leon brings another guy up, the same thing happens. By the thirteenth guy my dick starts to pulse in Professor Leon’s hand. A slight dribble of precum escapes my tip and touches his finger. “Nick!” He whispers. “You just got precum on my hand!” I see the entire class perk their heads up to see the trail of sticky precum strung between his hand and my boner.
“Sorry.” I squeak. He wipes my tip off with a handkerchief and continues toying with my boner to demonstrate the anatomy.
It feels like this is never going to end when I start hearing zippers and shuffling around the room. The guys are packing up and sliding their sketches of my body into big black portfolios. I sigh in partial relief that it's over. I relax my posture until Professor Leon darts back in front of me. “Wait one second! I need a few photos to make sure we set you up in the same spot on Thursday.” As if the drawings weren't bad enough. Adding to a list of naked firsts today, my first nude photos. He speaks up loud enough that the guys can hear him over the commotion of college guys eagerly trying to leave for lunch “These will be in the reference folder on the class portal if anyone wants to refine their sketches between now and Thursday!” He takes dozens of photos from all sorts of angles. “Annnndddd. Ok. You’re good to go!”
My hands rush to cover my dick and I step down from the platform so fast I nearly trip. I’m excited to finally get dressed again when I remember that Dean Vale took my clothes with him. “Professor, can you call the Dean? He uh - he has my clothes.”
“Oh! Right. He’s in the extra office down the hall. Said he wanted to stay close in case you needed anything.” What that really means is he needed to stay close so that if I messed anything up he could stomp right in and expel me. I wonder if dripping precum on Professor Leon - multiple times - counts as a screw up.
“Ok well, can you still call him?”
“Oh he said to send you over once class was over.”
“But I can't just… walk around the halls naked.”
He waves his hand dismissively. “Its the art building, you’ll be fine.”
“Do the nude models usually walk around naked?”
“Well, no. We usually have them undress in the closet back there.” He gestures to a door in the back of the room I hadn't noticed. “But it's just a few doors down, really you’ll be fine. I’ve gotta run anyway, there's a department meeting I can't miss.” He beckons me to follow him out, leading me into the hall. “Room 111, you can’t miss it. It's across from the phone booths.”
Once he locks the door behind me I’m left with this feeling of hopelessness. This has become an increasingly unbelievable nightmare. I feel my entire body go warm with shame as I start speed walking the halls of the art building. Every time I see a pod of phone booths I get a tinge of excitement, until I realize how many packs of phone booths there are. Room 112, but 111 is nowhere near. I pass by guys who either stare ahead out of awkwardness or catcall me.
The count is up to 70.
Finally I reach room 111. Why it's next to room 154, I have no clue. I knock rapidly on the door and bounce around on my toes, impatient. “Dean Vale! It’s Nick. I need my clothes!” A few seconds roll until he finally turns the handle and lets me in. I slip past him and dart behind the desk, frantically searching for my clothes.
“What’s the rush, Nick? I want to hear about your first day!”
“Well I’ll tell you that it was the worst day of my life! I’ve never been so humiliated I-I.” A part of me wants to cry. Now that it's over the rush of embarrassment and reality of what I’ve just been through hits me hard.
“Nick, I don't know what to tell you. That's the price you pay. This would have never happened if you wouldn’t have helped those guys cheat.” He walks over and plops down in his chair. “Professor Leon did fill me in. He said you were great - though he did also mention something about precum? We’ll have to make sure that doesn't happen again.”
I roll my eyes and insist on getting dressed. He finally concedes and unlocks a drawer by his feet. I get dressed so quickly I put my underwear on backwards and have to strip again to correct it. Dean Vale chuckles as he watches me.
“Alright, you’re free to go - for now. Meet me here at nine AM sharp.”
“But the advanced art class doesn't have another session until Thursday.”
“Of course it doesn't. But the photography class does.”
