The Professor's Punishment

Recap: Nick is a habitual thief who got into the habit of stealing art supplies from his professor to support his online business. Professor Leon catches him and offers to let Nick pay off his debts by working as his assistant. Nick is not ready for everything Professor Leon has in store.

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Honestly, I feel like I got away pretty damn good. I finally got caught for all of my stealing and my punishment is to be my professor’s assistant! I’ll take cleaning nasty paintbrushes over being expelled any day.

It sucks that I have to wake up so early, but like I said – it’s better than the alternative. I make sure to get to his room as early as possible. Most of the classrooms are empty, but Professor Leon has an 8am advanced art class. “Good morning professor.” I say timidly as I enter. I still feel a little bit awkward around him.

“Well good morning, Nick. You’re right on time!” It looks like he just finished setting up a backdrop behind a stool, the same one he was bent over yesterday. He then gestures me to put my things down on a small desk next to him. I guess this is where I’ll be working for the next few months. As I’m getting settled in and putting my backpack down, he turns to me. “Were you athletic in high school, Nick? I know you just graduated.”

“Yeah! I was a swimmer all four years. Pretty good too! I never won a race but I was pretty consistently second or third.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. I had to choose between swim or art and I evidently chose art. But I still go to the gym and I swim whenever I can.” He doesn’t really respond after that. He kind of just fiddles around with papers and adjusts the easels and chairs around the room while the class starts to enter.

The 8am class is surprisingly packed. There are 20 easels and only one is empty. I half listen to Professor Leon as he lectures about anatomy and proportions. But I’m not really here to learn, just to help him out. I’m zoned out for probably 10 minutes on my computer until I hear my name. “Nick… Nick… Nick!” The entire class is staring at me and Professor Leon is gesturing me towards him. “Come on over.” I stand, confused, and walk timidly towards him. While I’m approaching him, he addresses the class. “Alright then, everybody get your sketchbooks out, we’ll be doing some quick practices today to prepare for the next project.” All the guys start rummaging around in their bags or getting up to grab pencils, erasers, and other tools from the supply cabinets.

“What do you need, Professor?” I ask. He turns towards me.

“Well today you are going to be our reference model. So, I need you to take your clothes off.”

“Wh-What?” I genuinely think I misheard him.

“Strip.” Then he points towards the wooden stool and the backdrop.

              Shit. That’s what he has been setting up. That is the next unit for advanced art. Nude studies. I hesitate. Frozen in place as I think of an excuse or any sort of way to get out of this. It seems impossible that he would make me do this. “Professor… you – you can’t be serious!”

He takes a step closer to me and whispers aggressively. “Listen, Nick. I can’t afford nude models this year. Normally I can pay a few jocks from a sports team to pose in exchange for their art credit. But because of you – I can’t. So, you are going to take your damn clothes off, sit on that stool, and give these boys something to sketch.” He doesn’t even sound angry. There’s a deviousness to the aggression in his voice. “You either take those clothes off, or you say bye to Cox University. Which will it be?”

I stare past him for a moment. As if I’m considering the latter option at all. But I can’t get expelled. My parents will ream me for stealing, and suddenly the missing cash from their wallets they complain about so much will all start to point back to me. Not to mention they might not be as generous with paying for my classes and housing. “I’ll do it.”

My eyes wander to the guys around the class. Most of them have set up their easels now and have their pencils or charcoal in hand. I take my shirt off gingerly, feeling oddly exposed being shirtless inside of a classroom. I don’t think I’ve ever even worn a tank top in school. I try to not to look at anybody, and instead try to imagine that I am in this room alone. I undo the drawstring on my Nike shorts. Are my hands shaking? I inhale deeply as I start to pull them lower on my waist. I start to pull them down, first they escape over my bulge, then my thighs, my knees, until they are low enough that I can drop them straight down.

All that stands between me and complete exposure are a pair of red Calvin Klein briefs. The same ones I stole from the mall just a week ago. Ironic. But before I can grab the white waistband, Professor Leon steps in front of me “We don’t have all day.” He grabs the briefs and yanks them straight down my ankles. My eyes widen as my dick suddenly flops out. Straight, gay, bisexual, it doesn’t matter – every guy in this room is staring at my dick.

I step out of my shorts and underwear, bending over to take my socks and shoes off too. My entire body feels stiff. And there is no sensation quite like feeling your balls dangling in front of 19 guys. It almost feels like a hallucination. My mind is so foggy and shocked that this doesn't feel real. Professor Leon sits me down on the wooden stool. The seat colder than I expected on my bare ass cheeks. Rougher too. He prods at me in a few places. Opening one knee wider, scooting my arm back, tilting my head up. Until finally I’m seated with one foot on the bar of the stool, one extended onto the floor, with a hand on my hip and the other rested on my thigh. But I can barely wrap my mind around anything else. He could stick me with needles and I wouldn’t notice, because I’m too hyper fixated on how exposed my dick is. Its dangling over the seat, and the cold air in the room suddenly makes my balls contract. I have a fair sized flaccid – but the cold air is making it seem way smaller.

“Alright then class,” Professor Leon says so suddenly it makes me shudder “get to work.”

My eyes dart between the clock and the window on the opposite side of the room. If I really don’t look at anyone, I can pretend I’m not here. My breaths start to calm, and I can finally feel my heartbeat start to slow down. Its just art. I think to myself. People do this all the time. There are naked statues in museums. These guys are art majors. They get it!

Maybe this isn’t so bad. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes start to go by. Professor Leon gets up to inspect the guy’s drawings. “Good attention to detail… Nice linework… Maybe pay a bit closer attention to his proportions… You made the penis way too big.” I have to tune him out. It’s pulling me back into reality. Every time I hear his voice it suddenly reminds me how naked I am. Every three seconds its like I’ve just been stripped all over again. Only when I have successfully tuned out the rest of the world do I hear footsteps approaching.

I look up to see Professor Leon and a guy named Ryan walking towards me. Ryan’s got a notepad with him. It’s near impossible to pretend I’m not here now. Ryan is probably the cutest guy in the room. 6’2 with dirty blonde hair and a toned build. He wears baggy clothes, but they do nothing to conceal the bulk of his chest and the plumpness of his arms. “You see, Ryan.” Professor Leon starts, “There are a lot of small details on the body that you’ve got to capture in order to really sell the realism of a nude.” He pokes his finger at my chest. “These shadow under the pecs can’t look too flat, and the highlights on the surface have to convey the curvature.” He trails downwards. “And here the hills and valleys of his abdomen muscles.” He moves his finger between the ridges in my abs. “Notice the stark highlights up at the top compared the darkest darks right beneath them.”

He’s now trailed all the way down to my v-lines. I shiver when his finger lands down in the deep groove. “And here there are a lot of really subtle shadows.” He traces my v-lines all the way down towards where they meet my pubes. His hand is less than an inch from my dick. I feel it tingle a little. “They lead the eye straight to the penis.” He graces the base of my shaft. “Every guy is different, so you have to be careful with the details.” He now fully grabs my flaccid dick between his thumb and pointer finger. I glance up at Ryan, staring intently at my dick with a slight grin on his face. He isn’t taking notes anymore. Just staring.

“You see, Nick is circumcised. So, when he’s flaccid the skin sort of bunches up here beneath the tip.” I focus my mind on my dick. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. Don’t get hard. “And if I pull the skin back, you can see a lot of the variations in color…” Fuck. I’m getting hard. I try to keep my eyes focused on the wall. But there is no stopping it. He’s practically stroking my flaccid in front of Ryan. “Nick!” The professor says suddenly. “You can’t get hard!” The entire class looks up. My dick is slowly growing in his hand. “That is like changing your pose in the middle of their drawings! They have to have a consistent reference!” He drops it finally. Letting my almost full-mast dick dangle once again between my thighs. My cheeks are warm. In fact, my entire body is pulsing with heat from the humiliation. “Well Ryan, you get the idea.”

I assume it’s over. Ryan sits back down with a devious grin on his face. He looks like he’s hiding laughter. Professor Leon continues to stand in front of me. And only when I look down at his crotch do I notice a massive bulge beneath his khaki pants. The very tip of his cock reaches all the way to the edge of his hips. That’s got to be a seven-inch dick. NO! Don’t look at it. My dick is starting to finally relax. And why is Professor Leon hard anyway? Doesn’t he have a wife? Is he… enjoying this?

He calls over another guy, Craig. And begins the same routine. Tracing the details of my body, all the way down to my dick until it gets hard. “Come on Nick, you’ve got to work with me here and keep it down." 

“Sorry.” I mumble, grimacing and staring into a wall. Again and again, one-by-one with every guy. He starts at my chest, down to my abs, and then to my penis. And each time, I get a little hard. My face gets hot. And my head feels like it is actually spinning.

“Can you get me a paper towel?” He asks a guy named Eric. “There’s something coming out of Nick’s tip.” Everyone looks over. “Is that precum?” He whispers, loud enough for everyone to hear. There are a few giggles from a few of the guys. You have to be shitting me. I’ve gotten hard and soft so many times that precum is dripping out of my cock. My face has to be as red as humanly possible as he bends down to wipe the tip of my dick. I can feel the sticky liquid transfer onto the rough paper towel. “Much better.”

 

The second hour of the class finally ends. Whose idea was it to make an 8am class a two-hour lecture and lab anyway? I’m cursing whoever scheduled these classes in my head. The guys start to pack up their things and head out. “Bye professor! Have a good day. See you tomorrow, Nick.” Assholes.

But there will not be a tomorrow. There can’t be. I can’t do this again. Finally, when it is just me and Professor Leon in the classroom, I stand up and search for my clothes. Covering my dick with both of my hands. But where are they? They aren’t on his desk or the one with my backpack. “Professor… where are my clothes?” I ask.

“Oh. I put them in one of the lockers for now. Don’t want anyone stealing your things, right?”

“Can I have them back?” I ask, maybe more aggressively than I intended.

He talks to me from across the class as he reorganizes a pencil drawer. “For what?”

“You don’t have another class until 11. And its beginner art anyway."

“So.” he says matter of fact. “You’ll have to get naked again at one for the next advanced art class. Why go through the hassle?”

“Professor! Come on. I can’t just walk around all day naked. It’s bad enough that you’re making me get naked in front of all these people! I'm sorry that I stole from you but you cant do this to me!”

He shuts the drawer he was organizing and walks over to me. There’s a calmness in his approach. When he reaches me, he stands maybe six inches away. I guess I never noticed how tall he is. It isn’t until I stare up at him that I realize he’s probably about 6’4, towering over my 5’8 stature. “Here is what you need to realize, and realize fast. You fucked me and the entire art department over. So, I don’t really give a fuck if you are uncomfortable.” He suddenly grabs my entire dick and balls in his hand, leaning into my ear. “As far as I’m concerned, I own you right now. And if you’ve got any problem with what I tell you to do. Then you can take it straight to the Dean and explain to him how fucking generous I am for letting you sit here with your cock out in exchange for your entire future.” He squeezes my dick a little harder, it grows a little. “When I tell you to do something - you do it. If I decide you have to be naked all day - you stand there with your cock out and you take it. Do you understand?” I nod. He finally releases my dick. It sticks out far enough to nearly touch his pants. “Good. Then go get the broom and sweep the floor. And when you’re done, you are going to stand behind my desk with your hands behind your back and wait for me to give you further instructions."

And so, I do. Defeated, I sweep the entire room while on the verge of tears. Each time I bend down to sweep a pile of dirt into the broom pan, I feel the cold classroom air on my asshole. And every trip I make to the trash can, my flaccid dick bobbles between my legs. And when I’m finished, I do exactly as Professor Leon said. I stand behind him, hands behind my back as the class of beginner art students walk in. They look confused and amused. When professor Leon begins his lecture, he explains that I am the nude model for advanced art class and his assistant. Which seems to be a good enough explanation as why there is a naked dude standing around in their class.

For the duration of the class, he has me perform small tasks like bringing him a new dry-erase marker or grab someone a new piece of paper. Cock flopping around in front of another group of college guys. At one point, he drops his eraser as I am walking away and asks me to pick it up. I bend over, and I can practically feel everyone's eyes staring straight at my bent-over asshole. I stand and hand him the eraser. And when I turn back around, one guy, a freshman in his first semester is slipping his phone back into his pants. Did he just take a picture of my asshole with my balls dangling between my thighs? Another guy, a late start college student who is probably in his thirties is doing nothing to hide his grin as he fingers the tip of his cock through his pants.

I cant do this.