I awoke late the next morning, Saturday March 7th, grateful that I had nothing scheduled for the entire weekend. I probably could use all the time I had to recover from my exertions last night at the Candidate Ceremony (WVC Ch.9).
My butt was so sore that couldn’t sit down, so I spent all day in bed. Looking in the mirror, I was surprised to see how flaming red the skin appeared. It was still a bright pink on Sunday when I got up. Firing up my computer, I was not surprised to find another e-mail waiting in my in-box. It was from the Philosophy Department.
"For your regularly scheduled modeling class on Monday, wear your leather cock ring under your posing pouch. Take your blue pills once on Sunday night and once on Monday morning. Remember that you are not allowed to ejaculate.”
I obeyed the directions and took the pills, although I had trouble falling asleep with a stiff cock. Monday morning came, and I awoke with another raging erection. This was getting old. I sincerely hoped that the long term payoff in joining the White Vampyre Club would be worth all the short term frustration.
After my morning shower, I checked my ass in the mirror and found that even now, my skin retained a distinctly pinkish hue. I wondered if it would still be noticeable during class.
When I reported to the art building with the leather strap in my pocket, Ms. Reynolds was quite animated as she greeted me. Instead of her usual loose, shapeless clothes, she wore a thin T-shirt, one that cling to her body and revealed the fullness of her breasts. I could even see the dark shadows of large nipples. And they were firmly erect, as was I.
“Good afternoon, Bill. Are you ready for another modeling session?”
Spoken with almost forced joviality, it struck me as odd. Unless she already knew about the cock ring I was directed to wear for her class. Her hazel eyes were sparkling, and I concluded that she did indeed know.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Excellent! But please, call me ‘Meredith’.”
“Yes Ma’am, I mean, Meredith.”
She smiled at me.
“Much better. Now go ahead and get ready for class.”
I retreated to the small room and quickly stripped off my clothes. As I heard the excited chatter of the arriving students. I looked down. My cock was swollen even before I snapped the leather strap around my balls. As it grew to a full erection with the restraint, I wondered if I could even get the tiny pouch on, let alone whether it would conceal my arousal from the class.
Once I managed to pull the black G-string on, I realized that the hope that I might be able to hide my engorged cock was doomed. Gazing down at my crotch, I saw the force of my hard-on had bowed the elastic waistband out away from my lower abdomen, and even the sides of the bulging pouch were stretched away from my skin. Yet, as I pulled the robe over my shoulders, I realized that I was excited by the prospect of showing my erect cock to the class. As I opened the door and entered the room, it occurred to me that there might be a point to the repeated exposures that the Club was requiring of me.
Again, there were only six students. We weren’t even half way through the semester, so I was puzzled by the poor attendance. Whispering and giggling, the Gang of Three snuck glances at me as I stepped up onto the low platform. The instructor was talking with the slightly overweight blonde with bad skin while Valerie was in her usual spot, close on my left. She winked at me when she caught my eye, and I blushed.
“Okay class, today we’re going to have our model assume some longer poses, so to help him out, we’ve put a small couch on the posing platform.”
I hadn’t even noticed the additional piece of furniture, having been so focused on Ms. Reynolds and the students. Built like a large chair, it had no arms and was arranged so that however I lay on it, my body would have some angle for the students to draw.
“Bill, to begin, drop your robe and give us a standing pose of your back.”
I obliged, first turning my back before shedding the robe and tossing it over the low backed couch. Glancing down at my bulging pouch as I settled into a comfortable position, I saw it was still pulling out away from my abdominal muscles. From my perspective, the base of the thickened shaft was clearly visible, circled by the black leather. Twisting my torso slightly, I looked over my shoulder toward Valerie. She smiled again, making a point of gazing directly at my bare ass.
While the class sketched and the minutes ticked by, I tried to will my erection to subside, but to no avail. In fact, I could feel the opposite happening. I guess thinking about it was making it worse. I could feel it twitching, jerking the black nylon out farther away from me. From the back of the class, Meredith called out.
“That’s good, Bill. Please take a seat and face the class.”
This was it, the moment of truth. Taking a deep breath, I sat down and spun around, hoping to hide the obvious excitement between my thighs. I turned to face Valerie, straddling a corner of the couch. Immediately, her green eyes darted between my spread legs. Ms. Reynolds continued.
“Now put both hands behind you on the couch and lean back.”
Not daring to look anywhere else, I followed the directions as I stared into the space over Valerie’s head.
"That's fine, Bill. We’ll hold this position for a while."
As I listened to the pencils scratch across the drawing paper, I tried unsuccessfully to keep my thoughts from drifting back to last night. Although I suspected Valerie was a member of the Club, I still didn’t know for sure. Was her pussy was one of the ones I had serviced Friday night?
Not surprisingly, my cock stayed stubbornly erect. Ms. Reynolds must have been too far back to see how swollen my posing strap was, but the Gang of Three certainly spotted it. Whispering excitedly, their barely suppressed giggles drew my attention. As I glanced toward them, I saw they were making only sporadic attempts to draw. In contrast, Valerie devoted her attention completely to her easel, although she did sport a wide grin.
Switching my gaze back to the ceiling, I started breathing deeply and had a bit more success in controlling my thoughts. Over time, I thought my hard-on was gradually subsiding. But couldn't tell for sure unless I glanced down, and my position didn’t really allow me to sneak a peek between my legs. The next set of instructions from the pretty professor only made it worse.
"That's enough, Bill. Now, still facing that direction, lay all the way down on your back, and prop your left foot on the couch."
Tentatively, I followed her directions, feeling like my crotch was thrust up in the air.
"Good. Now twist your upper body to face front, and let your left arm just drape across your chest."
Once again, I couldn't see my crotch, so I couldn't determine how prominent the bulge in my pouch was. I lay like that for good 20 minutes as Ms. Reynolds circulated throughout the class. Finally, she called for a break. As I sat up, I whipped the robe around my shoulders to cover myself before I stood up.
Often when we took breaks, I would wander around the class to see the students’ work. With a sly smile, Valerie motioned me over and stood aside so I could study her work. She was a good artist, and that talent was evident on the paper.
With great care, she had drawn the swollen G-string while using only broad strokes to sketch the rest of my body. It was quite obvious that my cock was erect. She’d drawn the bulging pouch to show the extreme tension it was under with the edges of the tiny triangle arched tautly away from my lower abdomen. Beneath the thin cloth, the ridge along the underside of my thickened shaft, the prominent veins lining the sides, and even the indentation between my rounded balls – all were there in exquisite detail. Beneath my robe, my cock pulsed eagerly as I admired her work.
"Do you like it?"
I cleared my throat. I wondered if the other student's drawings were as graphic.
"It's good, Valerie. And it's very, umm --- explicit."
"I just draw what I see.”
She giggled as she glanced briefly below my waist.
“And I see a very large bulge in your thong."
I blushed as Ms. Reynolds called class back to order.
"Bill, back up onto the platform please. We'll have some quicker poses now, and then finish with another long, extended one."
With the vision of Valerie's drawing still in my mind, I climbed back up onto the platform and started to untie my robe. Facing upstage, I slid the robe off my shoulders and tossed it over the back of the couch. Still turned away from the students, I took a quick peek down and saw that my cock was wildly erect, pressing the thin nylon out away from me.
"Let's begin with a full frontal view, Bill. With your arms resting at your sides, please."
There was no escaping it now. Taking a deep breath, I turned back to face the class. Ms. Reynolds was much closer this time, standing next to Valerie. Behind her glasses, her eyes grew wide as they immediately zeroed in between my legs. The curly haired brunette beside her grinned, and I heard the Gang of Three start to giggle again. I had no idea what the others were doing. I was too busy watching Ms. Reynolds watch me.
She cleared her throat, her eyes focused on my jutting crotch.
"Class, it appears our model has developed an erection, a rather large erection. It is actually quite normal for this to happen from time to time, for a male model to exhibit involuntary sexual arousal while posing.”
She paused and wet her lips before continuing.
“What is unusual are the generous proportions of his uh --, his penis."
The professor started to walk toward the front of the room, toward me. And then she stopped, her face flushed, her eyes still staring at the bloated G-string. Reflexively, I clinched my buttocks, causing my cock to jump inside the tiny pouch. She cleared her throat again.
"Yes, while we are fortunate that our model appears to be exceptionally well endowed, let’s not become distracted by the remarkable size of his genital package. Instead, let’s focus on the task at hand, which is to draw his entire body."
While I stood there blushing, my cock throbbed enthusiastically inside the pouch, each pulse of blood causing the thin nylon to ripple, completely visible to the class. Ms. Reynolds appeared flustered, uncertain of how to handle the situation as she gazed directly at my twitching crotch.
"And yet, we can't ignore it. A male penis of this size and magnitude demands our attention. So please, keep drawing."
I wasn’t certain what that meant, but the students were silent, the only sounds in the room those of pencils racing across paper. Casting frequent glances between my legs, Ms. Reynolds paced the floor, offering only the briefest of comments to her students. She must have forgotten her earlier decision to have me finish the class lying down as I stood the rest of the time. She called for only one position change.
"Okay, Bill. Let's change your pose. Put your hands on top of your head and spread your feet apart. Wider. Now arch your back and push your hips forward. Excellent! Now hold it."
Following her directions, I pushed my bulging G-string out toward the class. Suddenly realizing that I was in the exact position that Mistress had taught me to present myself, I don't think it was a coincidence. As I stood there facing the students with my hard-on pulsing wildly inside the tiny pouch, I wondered what connection Ms. Reynolds could have with the Club. Perhaps an alumna?
I remained in that pose until the end of class. Valerie kept grinning and drawing as the Gang of Tree didn’t get much work done. They were too busy whispering and giggling, and casting long looks between my legs. As I gazed out across the other students, I was surprised to see the really good artist, the blonde with glasses and bad skin staring openly at my crotch as well.
She’d discarded her light pullover, and was wearing a close-fitting t-shirt beneath it, one that hugged her surprisingly large chest. The outline of what looked to be oversized nipples were faintly visible through the thin cotton, and as she watched me, I involuntarily clinched my ass cheeks, causing my hard-on to jump inside my thong. Her eyes grew wide, and she wet her lips.
As the bell rang, she immediately found Ms. Reynolds and they started an animated conversation. Tightening the robe around my waist, I started toward the closet of a changing room when the instructor intercepted me.
