She decides to make an example of you.

Hensley drones through her lecture. She seems not to have noticed me.

"...In males, this stage puberty is marked by increased penile and testicular development. The scrotum will darken in color and the effects of FSH and other hormones that have been circulating since earlier in pubertal development become noticeable now in the increased body hair in the pubic region, the underarms, and elsewhere. Muscle tone increases and young men begin to experience nocturnal emissions, sometimes called wet dreams..."

Just when I think I've made it to my seat unnoticed, she clears her throat. "Ahem. Excuse me, sir. You are aware that this class began 37 minutes ago, are you not?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"What is your name?"

"Ivan Axel."

"Mr. Axel, do you understand how disrespectful it is to your classmates to interrupt their learning experience like this?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Every other classmate of yours was able to arrive to class on time, Mr. Axel. What makes you so important that you should not have to do the same? Do you think you're too important to be held to the same expectations?"

"Um. No, not at all, Professor, I just made a mistake. I won't be late again; I--"

She silences me with a withering look. Oh boy, here it comes...

"Please come join me on the stage. Such a very important person as yourself shouldn't be made to sit with the riff raff." As I trudge back toward the front of the lecture hall and climb the stairs she continues, "No, I think Ivan Axel, VIP, should make a speech. What do you think, class?"

The room is mostly silent, but a contingent of jocks in the back clap and holler back, "Yeah! Speech! Speech!"

She pulls a sheet of paper from her briefcase and hands it to me. I start to read, but she's not done yet.

"Oh, Ivan, I don't think we're going to be able to hear you from there. Why don't you address the class from here." She gestures to the center of the platform, where a spotlight shines and a microphone is set up. It's meant to be the spot she lectures from, but she only uses it when she's humiliating a student.

I move into the light and face the class. They are all looking up at me from below. Thanks to the spotlight, I can only see the faces in the first couple of rows.

I read from the script, filling in the blanks she leaves on the sheet to make the speech sound more personal.

"My fellow students, I am deeply grieved by my failure of to live up to our learning community's expectations for responsibility and collegiality. I, Ivan Axel, deeply regret the nuisance my lack of respect for your time has caused, and I hope that I can restore your trust in me as a fellow student and colleague..."

There's a whole page left to read, but I'm getting out of breath from the humiliation. I scratch idly at my waist and feel the hairy skin of my lower abs; I had forgotten my clothes don't fit. This is horrifying. I can't imagine what my cock and balls look like through the fabric of these gray joggers.

I glance down at the students on the first row, and I notice they're staring directly at my crotch. Miguel is one of them. I see him make eye contact and bite his lip. He is rubbing his own crotch through his jeans.

Between the rush of adrenaline from this humiliation and the rush of excitement from all the eyes on my dickprint under this spotlight, I'm starting to burn up.

I could keep reading and try to get through this, but if I throw wood or my cock starts leaking, I'll never live this down. Or, I could just run. I can afford to drop this course; it's just an elective for me anyway.