All the characters in this story are over 18, and the story is totally fictional.
*
Félix was one of those students the teaching staff loathed. Restless, mocking and mean - in short, the stereotype of the student who disturbs and incurs the wrath of his teachers and classmates, anxious to learn without having to endure their colleague's incessant and disturbing remarks.
He had everything going for him, and he knew it. His parents were wealthy lawyers, both busy with work, but loving and caring. He was always well-dressed, received a more than generous allowance. In fact, for his driver's license, he'd just received a state-of-the-art convertible that had the whole school drooling.
Deified by his male classmates, he was captain of the soccer team and one of the college's "untouchables".
A tall boy of 6 feet, he had already reached puberty by the time he was 16. His muscularity was also striking. His body was well-defined and his polo shirts tightly fitted to his sculpted young man's body drew stares from many.
While his physical attractiveness was undeniable, his temperament was another matter altogether. Very unpleasant with his female comrades, the sexist remarks that came out of his mouth were matched only by his propensity to talk about himself. Even his friends, all of whom were boys, had very little to say about him. Félix used them like common servants.
On his first day in Secondary 4, Félix began his lessons with a science class. Sitting in the back of the class, taunting his classmates, he had little respect for the teacher who taught the class.
Still young, Miss Tétreault was at pains to interrupt the din coming from her classroom, especially from Félix and his friends.
-Quiet, please! Quiet please...
Félix, rebellious, began to speak even louder, as if to provoke the teacher. The teacher took notice and told him to keep his voice down.
-Young man at the back, please be quiet, the class is starting.
The teacher responded in kind:
-Will you please shut up or do I have to stick my dick in there to stop hearing you?
She was humiliated. How could a young boy be so confident against a teacher and be so rude? Unsettled, she decided to ignore what Felix had said and begin her lesson. She began to explain what would be covered during the year in this class, from stoichiometry to photosynthesis, including male and female anatomy. This segment seemed to pique the curiosity of young Felix, who took the opportunity to joke about the subject:
-So, to better understand female anatomy, I guess you'll be showing us your body? Wouldn't it be nice to have a naked class?
Miss Tétreault was beginning to get a better grasp of this young man. If he was looking for provocation, and she obviously was, she had to show him that she was stronger than he was, or he'd keep gutting her.
-What's your name?
He named himself:
-Félix Coulommes!
-Well, Mr. Coulommes, I have no such intention, but if you're going to broach the subject, perhaps you're going to make a spectacle of yourself, aren't you? I don't like your attitude and I can see that you seem to have very little respect for me or your fellow students and their desire to study calmly. But you bring up an interesting point, if you're so keen to talk about anatomy, perhaps we should talk about yours?
But Felix was proud and unruffled by his teacher's tirade. He got up and came to stand beside Mlle Tétreault.
-I have no problem talking about my anatomy; that's it.
He took off his polo shirt, revealing his bare torso, erect pecs and muscular, knife-cut arms. Laughter and screams erupted. Miss Tétreault was speechless and amused at the same time. He wasn't ugly at all, or even exciting... She wasn't sure how to react and could see that if she'd started her tirade, she'd have to continue it or admit defeat, which was out of the question. Decidedly strengthened by this slingshot, he decided to go further.
-Now it's your turn, isn't it?
He moved his arm against the teacher, ready to rip off her blouse and expose his chest to the class, but she blocked him with a precise flick of her hand.
-No, Mr. Coulommes, you've lent yourself to the game, so we'll play it to the end, but only with you. What does the class say?
The female students and a few boys who loathed Félix all shouted yes. A little taken aback by the class's response, Félix was curious to know what Mlle Tétreault meant by "all the way"...
-Mr. Coulommes, the class has been clear, so you can continue undressing, we'll start the male anatomy class today.
Félix was speechless. But he found it inconceivable that a teacher would ask him to strip like that. She had to be kidding him. So he decided to play along, as if to see where she would go next. So he took off his pants to reveal his muscular thighs, and his tight little shorts that molded his buttocks perhaps a little too well, revealing a well-rounded, muscular buttock. So he was in his underwear in front of the whole class. A few laughs and shouts were heard.
-What's up? What are you waiting for? It's hard to give an anatomy lesson with my model dressed, isn't it?
The class laughed, but Félix couldn't believe it. This was too much for him and he decided to put an end to the game. He headed for his clothes piled up in a corner, but one of the pupils was quicker, rushing to his clothes, grabbing them and throwing them out of the window, with a mischievous glance at Félix, proud of her move and of the boy's obvious embarrassment. The whole class laughed. Félix, intimidated, put his hands in front of his crotch, ashamed and looking for a way out. He was at the mercy of everyone's eyes, in his shorts and socks.
-Come on, don't be ashamed, Mr. Coulommes, we've got a lesson to finish, so please comply.
Félix, humiliated, walked to the front of the class, crestfallen by the situation. Still with his hands in front of his sex, he regretted having put on tight underwear that morning, which molded his buttocks and sex a little too much.
-I wouldn't wait any longer!
Miss Tétreault was getting impatient, and so was the class. Everyone stared at Félix, surprised and amused by this sudden public humiliation.
-I... I can't, please!
He began to cry in front of the whole class and brought his hand up to his face to hide his tears, revealing his crotch and his shorts, molding his fully bandaged cock.
The class burst out laughing again, and Félix burst into a huge sob.
Impatiently, Miss Tétreault walked over to Félix, put both hands on his underpants and pulled them down.
Félix's well-bandaged cock was now in full view of the class... It must have been around 8 inches long and had big, hanging balls.
In horror, Félix moved his hands to his crotch and tried to hide his bandaged penis as best he could.
Miss Tétreault motioned to two well-built boys to immobilize his arms behind him. They stood up and each took an arm, revealing once again poor Felix's sobbing, reddened intimacy.
The class was hilarious. Students were taking photos and videos with their cell phones.
Miss Tétreault called for calm:
- Everyone in their places, we're about to start the course on male anatomy.