Bodybuilder Turned Model: Part 2/2 (Patreon)

Here's the continuation of Monday's story. As I got it ready to post here, I forgot that I'd originally left this open to a sequel- should I continue with it? Leave a comment to let me know!

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“Now, go ahead and drop your underwear on the stool behind you.”

His face immediately turned a beautiful shade of crimson as he stared down at me.

“W- what?”

“Didn’t the agency inform you that you’d be modelling in the nude today?”

As if I could see directly into his brain to see the gears slowly moving, he tried to find some way to weasel out of this.

“I must have forgotten…”

“Well then.”

Holding out my hand for them, I stood there as he slowly pushed those white boxer briefs to the ground and stepped out of them. Leaning down to pick them up, he covered his penis with his other hand, but I shooed it away. Trying to sound professional, I positioned him again.

“Okay class, we’re going for a more elementary pose now, so I really want to make sure that you capture every detail of our model’s body.”

Taking him by the hands, I rested them on each side of his body as I faced him directly towards the class. Completely exposed, I stepped back and relished in hearing the gasps from the students behind me as they had an unobstructed view of his penis starting to firm up as he stood there.

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Fuck fuck fuck...

I could not be getting hard now. Too scared to even look down, I just tried to will myself soft again, but my dick wasn’t listening. There were two hot girls in the front row, and as they pulled out their phones to take pictures of me, I lost all control.

Less than half an hour ago, I was posing by myself in here, and now, I was completely naked, completely hard, and completely humiliated. I didn’t know any of these people, but we went to a small campus, so I knew that these photos would end up being seen by my friends somehow.

As I stood there completely motionless, I tried to close my eyes, but that made it even worse. In my head, I imagined some of them walking up to me to get a hands-on experience. Did all of their models get naked, or was I an exception? The professor seemed too handsy too, but I didn’t say anything in fear of her realizing that I wasn’t actually the art model that she’d ordered.

The next five minutes took about five hours, but finally, the humiliation was done. She let me wrap the thin robe around me again, and even if I would have realized that the outline of my thick cock was still visible as the cloth draped over it, it was better than nothing.

Each student shook my hand on the way out, but it was just a distraction so that they could each take a picture once they passed me. Completely humiliated, I collapsed onto the stool as the professor packed up.

“So, are you actually a student here?”

Shit- she’d caught me.

“I got a text from the art agency saying that my art model had gotten stuck in traffic.” She handed me an enveloped as she kept talking, so at least I was getting paid. “You could get in a lot of trouble for exposing yourself like that.”

“You’re the one who told me to!”

“Your word against mine. To keep my mouth shut, I have an opportunity for you. You can model for me again at a private event, and I promise that the pay will be much, much better.”

The vindictive look in her eye sent a chill down my spine, and I knew that I’d do anything to stay out of trouble. I couldn’t risk missing out on my bodybuilding competition, so I agreed.

“Perfect.” Her mood instantly changed back to the peppy art teacher as she handed me a card with her info. “Reach out to me this week, and we’ll plan everything out. Bring the robe when you come.”

As she breezed out of the room to let me get dressed in peace, I was too scatterbrained to even realize that she’d never given me back my underwear. Trying to hide my still hard cock in my gray sweatpants, I quickly started back towards my dorm before someone saw me again.