Move to the back.

Time had never gone by so slowly before. I stood completely naked and uncovered in front of an entire basketball court of thirsty art students while two courts over a team of horny volleyball girls kept leering over in my direction. And I could do nothing. I kept my elbows above my head and my knee bent, even as my arms grew sore. By the time the class was halfway through, Professor Sands stood up, "Alright Professor Finn, time for you to move to the back of the class."

"Sorry?" I queried, using this opportunity to rest my aching arms.

"Some of the girls in the back have mentioned that they have trouble drawing your genitalia from that distance. I would like you to get closer to them so they can see every bit of you in more detail."

I really wanted to complain but I knew that would be pointless. I slouched my way to the backside of the court as the students I passed giggled excitedly as they got a good look at my butt. Professor Sands followed behind me carrying something in her hands as she sped in front of me.

"Get into your pose." Sands turned around to face me just as I raised my elbows and bent my right leg. A flash blinded me for a moment.

I blinked. "Wai...wha…?"

Professor Sands was holding a camera pointed straight at me; capturing my nakedness forever. I reflexively threw down my hands to my crotch. "Hands to your sides!" She yelled. Fearfully, I shot my elbows back up as I returned my hands to the back of my neck.

"What are you doing!?" I panicked.

"Since we had to change your pose since last class, I figured it would be prudent to take pictures for everyone in case we have to change things up again. It also solves the issue for the students who can't see your body in detail from the back. They can just turn to a photo for reference if we run short on time. I don't usually prefer this method since," She gestured towards me "nothing beats the original. But it will keep all the students equally on track until you approach them halfway through the class."

What she said sounded logical enough but I still didn't like it nor did I fully believe her. Nonetheless, what could I do about it?

Sands eyed me skeptically as I steeled myself up in my pose once again; my face flushed. "Bridget dear, can you come over here for a moment?" Bridget eagerly rose from her seat in the front and skipped over to me nonchalantly placing a hand against my back as she looked to Sands.

"What can I help you with Delia?"

"I am afraid the angle of Professor Finn's penis is not what it was when we started drawing him at the beginning of class. He appears to have wilted down a little. Can you correct that by making him harder again Bridget?" Seriously!? I knew I only got a little bit limp since we started but...Bridget's hands stole any thought I had in that moment. At this point, she knew all my pleasure points down there and I was hard as a rock in her grip once again. "Marvelous!" CLICK! Sands snapped another photo of my reinvigorated erection. "I still feel like something is missing." CLICK! CLICK! "Ah yes, Bridget could you turn your attention to Professor Finn's nipples? I believe stimulating them will make them look more defined." Without a single protest or even the slightest hesitation, Bridget pinched my nipples. I winced as she played with them between the tips of her ribald fingers. When everything was nice and pointy, Bridget trailed her fingers down my abs eliciting goosebumps. She stepped to the side as professor Sands took more pictures. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" CLICK! CLICK! CLICK!

Sands circled around me taking pictures anywhere and everywhere she saw fit. Occasionally, she would ask Bridget to reangle my penis again as she snapped some more pictures from the side. I clenched my teeth to prevent letting out any pleasured moans all the while the students gathered around me with their pencils flying across their easels. All them were wide-eyed and captivated by this groping voyeuristic photo shoot being held before their very eyes. Sands finally approached me from behind to take a photo of my bunched up back muscles. "Hmm," Her hand grabbed my butt and I flinched. "Do you think there is something that can be done about this end Bridget?" Sands kept squeezing my butt-cheek as if she could mold it into some other shape. Bridget answered her by circling her arms around my waist and sliding her hands down my back and on to my ass as well; her breasts squished against my chest as she gave me a squeeze of her own.

Bridget looked to Sands over my shoulder, her cheek rubbing against my own. "Delia, surely you jest. Professor Avery's ass is perfect! So nice and firm, well-tanned with a lovely shape." Bridget continued to play with my ass. "There is nothing back here that needs to change."

Sands took a step back to snap another photo. "Yes, your right of course Bridget, I must be overthinking things." CLICK! Bridget stepped back and shot me a wink before she returned to her seat. "It is a shame you will be leaving us by the end of the week Professor Finn. I would so love to have you around longer so we would have time to draw your glorious backside." CLICK! CLICK! "But for now we will just have to settle for these pictures until we find another model." CLICK! "He will have some pretty big shoes to fill."

"His shoes wouldn't be the only big thing that I'm concerned about." One of the girls whispered over to her friend as she drew away on her sketch pad. God I hate my life.