Proffesor’s Punishment

Vance Hudson has stolen things his entire life. He is good at it too. The first thing he ever stole was a small action figurine when he was seven. Now, having just turned twenty one, his most recent swipes included RayBands, Urban Outfitters T-shirts, and a pair of briefs.

He got away with it every time. Never once caught and never once punished. Now, living alone in an apartment on campus, his skill became somewhat useful. Vance was an artist, and a good one. But the cost of supplies usually balanced out the prices he could sell his work for. Breaking even wasn’t good enough.

So he did what he knew best and stole from his professors. Cox University, the all male college Vance attended, did not have a great respect for the art department, so every time Vance stole, the department took another hit.

One professor had had enough, so he took matters into his own hands.

Professor Leon is a beautiful man. He has slick brown hair that was always just the right level of messy. His eyes were a piercing blue, and his bone structure resembled that of vintage actor Alain Delon. When Vance shows up for a meeting with his stud of a professor, he is fixated per usual on the mans impeccable physique and face.

“You wanted to see me Professor?” Vance asks.

Professor Leon is busy draping delicate white linens over a stand when Vance walks in. He’s leaned over a stool in such a way that his perfectly round and toned ass seems to want to burst out of his khaki slacks. He props himself back up and faces Vance. His front side is equally impressive. Sporting one of those rare bulges that you truly can’t hide. An impressive mound of manhood casts a shadow over his upper thighs. It’s a package large enough to spur a sudden desire within Vance, but modest enough to leave something to the imagination. “Vance. Yes, why don’t you follow me?”

He made it sound like Vance had a choice, but then he casts his arm over Vance’s shoulder and slowly guides him to the desk. “So Vance. As I’m sure you recall, we’ve had a problem here in the art department recently.”

“People stealing from you guys. It’s messed up, I know.”

“I’m glad you think so.” He says as they round his desk. “I need help figuring it out. Who would do this? And I think you are the right guy for it.”

“Why me?”

Professor Leon gestures to his computer monitor. Where, to Vance’s horror, are videos of him stealing, pretty overtly, from the classroom. Professor Leon points directly at one particular video in the top corner. “You see there, the guy with his ass turned towards the camera. He’s rummaging through my cabinets there. And whose ass could that be?” He leans back and pretends to inspect Vance’s backside. Going so far as to turn Vance around, place a firm hand on his back, and shove him over the desk. “Yep. That’s your ass.”

Vance stands up, and while his head spins with confusion and panic, beneath his jeans it becomes very evident that he enjoyed Professor Leon bending him over like that. “I can explain.”

“No need, I have an email written up and ready to send to the Dean and all of the staff members. You’ll be out of Cox University in the next hour.”

Vance plops himself down on a nearby chair, his cock still slightly excited. “I - I. Please Professor! This is my dream! I want to be an artist. I’ll do anything!”

“I hoped you’d say that.” Professor Leon sits in his chair and rolls over to Vance. He sits with his legs wide and positions himself so that Vance’s legs are nestled between his. “You have three options. One. You pay me back for everything you took.” He reaches forward and grabs the cheap cotton of Vance’s shirt and twists it in his fingers. Revealing Vance’s happy trail as it rides up. “But you are broke when you aren’t wearing stolen shirts. So option number two. I send the email and you get kicked out of here. And option three. You come to every one of my classes, everyday, until I’ve decided I’ve had enough with you, and you act as my assistant.”

“What about my other classes?”

“The staff members who need to know have been notified of this option, you’ll be exempt from those classes until I say so.”

“Deal!”

What a steal for Vance. No school work. No expulsion, and hours on end of getting to gawk at Professor Leon.

Or so he thinks it’s a steal. Vance arrives on his first day promptly at 7:30am to prepare for an 8am class. Professor Leon is adjusting the set that he was organizing before their meeting, with the stool placed right in the center. “Good, you’re here.” He looks Vance up and down. “Take your clothes off.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Underwear too.”

“Professor I-“

Professor Leon stomps over to Vance and proclaims in an angry, passionate tone. “Because of your antics, I can’t afford a nude model for today. So, you are going to take every last piece of clothing off. You’re going to set them on my desk. And then your going to sit your ass on that stool and pose for the class. Or you can get the fuck out and pack your bags.”

Vance hesitates, but he knows he can’t argue. He either strips naked, or he gets expelled. So he begins to undo his shirt buttons.

“Thought as much.” Professor Leon says as he steps back just a foot or two and watches. “Get to it.”

Vance strips slowly. His hands quiver as he undoes each button. He’s trying to take as much time as possible, mostly so he has enough time to comprehend. He pauses and asks, “Do I get a robe?”

“No. And you’re stalling. We don’t have time for you to move so slow.” He says as he grips the two flaps of Vance’s shirt. He pries them open, ripping several buttons from the top in the process. He yanks it off of his arms, leaving his torso exposed. Vance has an impressive body. It’s a swimmers type build. Skinny but every single muscle is toned and defined. His V-lines are deep and lead right up to a perfect set of abs. The Professor continues and undoes Vance’s belt. He’s frozen in place, dumbfounded that he’s slowly being stripped naked by his professor, as well as trying to come to terms with the fact that all of his classmates are about to walk in and see him like this.

Once he’s done with the belt, Professor Leon yanks Vance’s pants down to his ankles. He looks up, eye level with Vance’s bulge and jokes, “Briefs? I took you for a boxers kind of guy. Doesn’t matter either way.” And right as he says this, pulls Vance’s briefs down. His cock flops out near the professor’s face. Even more embarrassing than this hot professor being eye level with his cock is that he feels a slight tingle down there as well.

The professor steps back and admires his body. Under the guise of educations he says, “Yeah this will be a good physique for them to study. Alright. Fold up those clothes and sit down. You can choose your pose, just make sure we see your cock.”

Vance slowly folds his clothes and removes his shoes himself. And as he’s walking to the wooden stool, the guys start piling in. Fifteen of Cox University’s finest art majors, all male, file past Vance, scanning his body before taking their seats. They work diligently, staring intently at Vance’s body. His heart races and never slows. He can’t get used to the feeling of being naked and surrounded by so many classmates. It’s like the nightmare where you are suddenly naked on stage. Only, it’s real.

Professor Leon makes it worse, though. He takes each boy individually and leads them to the front of the room to inspect the details of his body.

“How are you doing Vance?” He asks.

“Good.” He manages to squeak out. Somehow having to talk makes it even worse. Like he can’t pretend he isn’t there anymore.

“Lovely. I’ll just be having the boys take a look at you. Really get an understanding of the shadows on your body.” He winks and turns to the boy next to him “You see here,” he tells Hunter, a 6’2 former athlete with dirty blonde hair “Along his pecs there are these subtle shadows.” He lightly graces Vance’s chest with his finger. Trailing lower and lower. “And here, his V’s…” The Professor starts his finger at the very edge of Vance’s V-line and trails downward towards his crotch where they lead. “Subtle. Delicate shadows. You’ll notice the pronounced highlights right up here. And they lead all the way down, right to his groin.” His finger just barely touches Vance’s shaft, which now slowly grows in size. He grabs Hunter’s hand and places it on Vance’s abs. “You feel those hills and valleys? Visualize those. How would they bend the light?” He forces Hunter’s hand up towards Vance’s pecs. “These shadows are much darker, you want to really convey the difference in size and scale. Can’t look flat.”

He allows Hunter to let go, though Hunter looked more than happy. Professor Leon now uses his own hand again and moves to Vance’s cock, which is now roughly an inch from being fully erect. He trails the palm of his hand along the top edge of the shaft. “I really need to see the roundness of certain features.” His hand reaches the tip. “And the texture here.” He twirls his finger around, and Vance’s cock pulses upward. His eyes widen with fear, aware that he not only has a hard on in front of the class, but of course it has to start moving.

Ryan, another classmate calls out. “Should I draw him with a boner, or softie?” The Professor runs his finger along the bottom of the shaft. “Whichever you prefer. If you ever need the reference back, just tell Vance to get it back up.” He finally removes his hand and pats Vance’s thigh as though to tell him he was doing a good job.

And one by one, each of the boys comes up and receives a similar run down. Some of them go so far as to fondle Vance on their own. “Yeah I can really visualize the shadows.” They say. The straight guys find it funny, they enjoy the torment. And the gay ones are having a field day getting to touch such a hot classmate.

Vance is kept hard pretty consistently throughout the class. He thinks to himself every time, “Please go down, please!” The incessant hands all over his pecs, thighs, and abs keep him excited in spite of himself. But once the boys have all had their tour, Ryan speaks up again. “Hey Vance, I didn’t quite see the shadows right, can you get it back up for me?” He asks in a devious tone.

Vance looks over at Professor Leon, “Seriously?” In response, the professor turns his computer screen in Vance’s direction. Paused on that image of Vance’s ass pointed at the camera. He surrenders and obliges. Grabbing his cock with a shaky hand and strokes it timidly. It takes a moment, but eventually it’s back at full mast. The whole class has paused and is watching him intently as he shamefully pleasures himself. And considering the amount of boners he’s had, it’s no surprise that a bit of sticky, clear precum drips delicately from his tip.

The class packs up once they are finished. They each give Vance once glance as they leave. Ryan goes one step further and stands directly in front of him, whips out his phone and takes a photo of Vance, boner still in full view. “What the hell, Ryan?”

“What? I like to work on my projects at home. Gotta make sure I have a good reference” He finishes with a wink and makes his way out.

Professor Leon walks over to Vance and stands over him in a wide stance. Vance notices a tiny wet spot on his khakis. Right at the end of where the outline of the professors boner stops. He’s enjoying this.

“You did great bud. Really leaning into it. The hard-on was a great touch, a lot of the guys seemed to be inspired by it. Well. One class down, four to go. Great start to your first day.” He pats Vance on the shoulder and walks off.

Vance sits idle, his boner slowly receding, still dripping slightly with precum. His heart still races just as fast as it did when his briefs first hit the ground. He looks longingly at his pile of clothes on the professors desk. He thinks to himself “This is just day one.” The door opens, another 15 boys walk in.

And as another set of classmates roll in, he has to wonder what got him here. Sitting naked on a stool with two bright lights illuminating every inch of body, to fondle himself in front of the entire class. The second class goes a step further even - they tell him they never want it soft.

“How long until our deal is up?” Vance wonders. But little does he know, this is just the start.