It had been quite a morning. Earlier, I'd discovered the fraternity I'd joined secretly took nude photos of me and the other pledges to publish in a magazine distributed to the entire college! To make it worse, they included close up photos of my hard dick along with specific descriptions of length, girth, color and clinical details about my circumcision scar and veins. This "Fresh Meat" publication lived up to its name by objectifying our bodies into slabs of meat.
As if that weren't bad enough, the alphabetical name listing put me smack in the middle of the magazine where the pages naturally want to open. I was essentially the centerfold model.
And now I had to go to my first class since the pictures came out, and share a classroom with fellow students that had not only seen me naked but all owned pictures of me naked, including life-size photos of my hard cock. The dread I felt swelled knowing which class would be the first of such humiliations.
Statistics was by far my least favorite class. I'd always struggled with math but had heard this subject was supposed to be fun. Turns out it's only "fun" if you happen to already be good at math. Most of the other students in the class were majoring in math of some kind and they frequently got annoyed at me for slowing down the class. I was always asking Professor Thompson to repeat himself or asking follow up questions the rest of class clearly found obvious. This meant I was about to face the least sympathetic group of people I knew.
Praying to get through the day with as little attention as possible I tried to hide in the back of the classroom. But as I entered everyone already in there stared at me with laser focus. I aimed my eyes on the floor and shuffled to the back of the room to take a seat, with the sounds of giggles and whispers following me.
When Professor Thomas walked into the classroom barely anyone noticed.
"Mister Mitchells!" he called out, startling several students that had been fixated on me.
"Given that everyone is determined to stare at you, you might as well come upfront so they don't have to strain their necks."
Reluctantly I slowly got to my feet, scooped up my bag and came to the front of the room and started to take an empty seat.
"No, I want you to just sand here for now and face the class."
"But..." I started to protest.
"No, you'll see why in a moment." he interrupted me before addressing the class as a whole.
"You see, it's conventional wisdom among the faculty that there's no point in trying to teach class on the day that a new addition of Fresh Meat comes out. That everyone will likely be too distracted to pay attention to the lessons. Especially if we have a model in class."
He indicated me as I tried to stay focused on the floor.
"But I chose to see it as a learning opportunity."
The professor clicked a key on his laptop, then up on the wall appeared images of me, nude along with close up pictures of my cock. Professor Thompson was blowing up the pages of me from the Fresh Meat catalog!
Gasps and giggles came from the class and all eyes darted between me and the pictures on the wall. I stared in disbelief and reflexively moved to cover my groin, which only sparked more laughter at the futility of such an action.
"Now. Since everyone here is already thinking about Michael, specifically Michael's penis, specifically his penile length, how about we run through some numbers?"
I felt my stomach drop and blood flow to my face. I couldn't believe he was showing nude photos of me in class and encouraging everyone to think about my cock. And to make things worse the attention was starting to arouse said cock.
The professor addressed the whole class "According to calcsd.info, Michael's penile length of 6.675 inches puts him as longer than 96.41% of penises. Quite impressive, Mr. Mitchells!"
"Um, thanks?" I murmured, not sure how else to respond.
The professor and most of the class chuckled at my awkwardness.
"It also says that if Michael were in a room of 1,000 men, there would likely be only 36 penises bigger than his. Given that there are now only 15 men in the room, what are the odds then?"
Amongst more giggling several hands shot up. The professor pointed to Sarah Peters, one of the best students in the class and most frequently annoyed at me.
"0.5385 likelihood someone is a bigger penis than Michael. Oops, 'has' I meant to say."
"Hmmm, very good Miss Peters." the professor said over the sound of student laughter.
"But, Professor?" Sarah continued " I heard that there was some controversy a few years back. That one of the... models complained that his published stats weren't accurate."
"Ah yes. Mr. Noel Hartman. Poor lad. He'd hoped to get the fraternity to recall the addition with him in it by claiming he hadn't been measured properly. The fraternity responded by promising to right the situation if Mr. Hartman agreed to be measured again. He reluctantly agreed and the fraternity made good on their promise by publishing a special addition with just his images and information. To make sure the "correction" was spread far and wide they sent a copy to all alumni, even if they weren't subscribed."
"So Noel was right? Had they measured him wrong?" asked Sarah
"As I recall he came in slightly shorter the second time. But a promise is a promise."
Sarah looked at me with an evil grin.
"So, how can we be sure Michael's measurements are correct?"
"Now that is an intriguing point." Professor Thomspon agreed. "After all, we're assuming accurate data despite having only one sample of measuring. We don't want to work with inaccurate information do we, class?"
"No!" several students called out.
"And how do we improve accuracy?"
"With more data!" Sarah offered.
I didn't like where this was going.
"And how could we acquire more data?"
She stared me directly in the eye and smiled wide. "We could measure him again."
"Aah! Hah hah huh." I let out a squeal that awkwardly shifted to nervous laughter.
"Well, Mr. Mitchells, what do you think?" the professor asked.
"What? I couldn't.."
