Thread: The Art in Punishment    { Fish & VenomousLips }

Wow, very, very nice. I hope I can keep up with your expertise in posting. Matthew walked to class just like every other day. He was a fairly carefree young man with a decent build and lean body, which was tall. In high school he's hit his growth spurt and passed most of his friends, without being the tallest kid around and being poked fun at. He was never the type for uniforms, so he generally just wore a t-shirt with the assigned jacket over it as he went from class to class. Teachers made him promise to wear it, but he never really did. Matthew had gotten into this prestigious college on a scholarship, actually. While he disliked most of what he created, other people ate it up. He arrived at his drawing class and sat down with his notebook, continuing his doodles from home. You see, a few months prior he had been looking at some rather pornographic material on the internet in his dorm, and realized that he absolutely loved the human body. He loved to draw, to recreate it in art. He opened his notebook and page after page was simply filled with drawings of nude models yet not the artsy kind he had found online. He was finishing one of them as the silent teacher made her way around the classroom, just as she did on certain days to check on the students progress. Matthew caught her in the corner of his ice-blue eyes, but it was too late. She had already seen the material. MR. LUPER! Mrs. Puntucho shouted. What is that?! Matt blushed, hiding his face, as the entire class looked over. Drawings of the human figure. He replied, trying to remain unmarred. And what are they doing?! She shouted once more. Lots of things.. He coughed, looking down at the notebook. Some of them are fu- Aaaaah! No. Don't say it. See me in my office. She had figured that since he loved looking at naked people online so much, that were selling their body, he would have to be a nude model for her husband's class, which was mostly comprised of women. Fast forward a few months, and here we are The judgment day. Matthew awoke and sighed, closing his eyes, wishing he could just go back to sleep, as his alarm turned on, blaring loud talk radio into his ears. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided to make his way to class. As he walked through the large, beautiful campus, his mind ran through what kind of people were in that class. Surely all of the guys would be judging the size of his cock, patting themselves on the back for having a larger one than he did, when in reality, they most likely didn't. You see, he was a grower, not a shower, which meant that when turned on, his cock got huge. Huge. Sometimes when he was alone, he was surprised by how large he was getting. What about the women? Surely they would all be looking at it, trying to tell if he was worth hitting on or not. Word would travel around the school quickly about the man with the small cock. That is... unless he got an erection. Oh fuck! He said out loud as he walked the halls. He leaned against a wall, running his fingers through his hair. After a moment he regained his composure and continued. What if he got hard? What if he popped a boner right there in front of everyone? Surely all the guys would be envious, and the girls hopefully excited, but then whoever he was looking at would know that he was horny! Oh, woe is me... He stood in front of the door and sighed. Who would be in the class? He hardly knew anyone... He opened the door, and every head turned to face him, his face turning a light shade of pink, when it hit him. They were all girls. A drip of sweat began to form on his head as the teacher explained what would be happening for the session. He stood there, holding his notebook in front of his crotch, trying not to get turned on already. Shit, I knew I should have rubbed one out before I came here... His eyes scanned the room, meeting the eyes of Cassy just as she saw him. His jaw opened slightly, closing soon after to hide embarrassment and he looked away. The teacher ushered him into another room, and gave him a robe to wear as he walked out, and then inbetween poses as the teacher and students critiqued their artwork. The room he was in had the kind of window from which you can make shapes and some colors out through, but nothing distinct. He looked into the classroom through these windows, and noticed many of the students faces were facing him. He sighed. Well, they're gonna see anyway... He stripped out of his clothes and put on the robe, walking out and into the room, and sighing. The teacher began to lecture the class as he set up somewhere for Matt to pose, Matt looking down at the floor, hearing the murmurs from all of the women.