Professor Turned Model (Patreon)

When Ryan, one of my friends that I met online, told me about what had happened in one of his latest live drawing sessions, I immediately asked if I could write about it. I was excited that he said yes, but I got even happier when he agreed as well to model for the story. Some of the photos are posted below, but to see everything once the robe drops, then you'll need to be one of my VIP members. All of the photos will be in the Discord server!

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“Good afternoon everyone, and welcome back to class!”

How was this happening? How had I actually agreed to this?

“We’re on our last week of figure work, and we have one last model to help you practice your sketching before we move into watercolors next week.”

Oh god, please don’t say my name.

“This is Ryan.” Please don’t say my last name! “He’s an old friend of mine.”

Okay, that last part was a lie, but at least she didn’t fully out me. I scanned the room one last time, and thankfully, I didn’t see a familiar face amongst the college students seated in front of me. I was a professor here in the English department, and I taught upper-level courses on Shakespeare and other English poets. These students might have taken their intro classes in the same building where I worked, but it didn’t look like anyone could place my face.

“Okay Ryan, why don’t we go ahead and see what position might work best for you? I’m assuming you don’t want to be sketched like one of those French girls?”

I didn’t want to be sketched at all actually.

This had all started at one of the faculty mixers last week to celebrate some random alum donating to the engineering department. The liberal arts departments always stayed in the back and got drunk, since the donations never went our way. One thing had led to another, and Debbie was discussing one of her art classes and live models. She was talking about how difficult it was, and I apparently said something snide about how she could send them over to decipher allegories if she wanted to see something hard. My mouth then got the best of me, and I had agreed to model for her next class.

Once I woke up and mainlined aspirins and two full bottles of water, I finally realized what I’d agreed to. I’ve been getting back into the gym more now that my kid is old enough for school, but I didn’t want to show off my body like this…

Debbie led me over to the raised platform in the center of the room, where there was an old stool with a comically cliché bowl of wax fruit, a sagging day bed, and a small stepladder. I wanted to climb onto the bed and pull the blanket over my body but instead she gestured to the ladder.

“Okay, I can go ahead and take that robe from you.”

I looked into her eyes, and I saw a look of lust and victory beneath her smirk- she’d won. She was getting me naked in her classroom, and at any moment, she could drop some small anecdote alerting the students that I was a professor here. Fuck, how had this happened?

Pulling open the robe, I revealed a small sliver of my taut chest and one of my muscular thighs as the fabric came open. As I pulled the robe over my shoulder, it only took a second until gravity finished the job that I couldn’t. I was naked, completely and totally naked, and the only thing hiding my dignity was my hands clasped in front of my dick.

Debbie was all business now, or at least that’s how it appeared to the kids, as she spun me around for no reason just to make sure they got a view of my ass as well. This was mortifying, and it was only about to get worse.

“Okay Ryan, now just place one hand on the top of the stepladder, and you can put the other one on your hip.” And I did. I moved my arms into position before my brain could get its way as it screamed at every limb to stop moving. I was now standing there with my cock completely visible for every budding artist who was now busy sketching. They’d occasionally peek around their canvases to get another detailed look at some part of my anatomy, and then they’d draw again. While every eye wasn’t on me constantly, there was almost always some artist who caught my eye before I was able to look away.

I had just accidentally met eyes with one guy in the front row which had me turning to look to my left at the window that looked down onto the quad. We were up on the fourth floor, so I at least didn’t have any extra eyes from outside. As I looked out there, I heard the sound of the door closing behind me.

“So sorry professor, there was an accident on my way to campus, but I don’t think anyone was hurt- it just had my street blocked off for about ten minutes.”

Wait, this can’t be happening. I recognize that voice. Is that-?

“Just get to work, Blaine- you might be able to catch up and get a full sketch, but there’s no need to rush the details just to fill the canvas.”

Oh my god, I knew I recognized that voice! Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blaine Donahue set up his easel just as haphazardly as he’d unpack his backpack in my class. He was an English major, and he must be taking this as one of his free elective classes. Oh god, what do I do? Should I run? Should I-

Fuck.

He’d looked up and noticed exactly what I didn’t want him to notice. Debbie had so many stories of her live models getting erections in the middle of a class, and I’d always laughed along, making a mockery of the poor guys that I didn’t know. It didn’t seem so funny now though as it was happening to me. She said that most of the students just ignored the models’ erections, but there would of course be some nervous giggles behind easels. I could deal with the giggling, but I couldn’t deal with this.

I saw Blaine’s face glow with lust as he stared at my cock that was now pointing straight towards him, and I just willed his eyes not to look any higher, but he was staring at my chest now. I could almost see into his brain, watching him ogle the model like he probably did each and every week. And then, I saw his eyebrows arch high up onto his forehead, just like my cock was now pointed up towards the ceiling.

“Professor Clark?!”

He had finally looked up to my face and realized that he knew who he’d been staring down. Oh my god, this truly can’t be happening. I wanted to pinch my arm to wake myself up, but I knew that Debbie would yell at me for breaking the pose.

“Blaine, settle down!”

“But that’s my English professor! He’s naked!”

Debbie tried to shush him, but the murmurs around the class were growing into full whispers as people committed my name to memory to search up in the directory once they had their phones again. My body, my cock, and now my identity were all exposed for them, and any chance of getting through this session without humiliating myself had now been crushed. Beads of sweat began to form on my brow, and I clenched the handle of the stepladder as the timer finally clicked off.

Spinning around to hide myself, I winced aloud as my hands covered my sensitive cock that was still throbbing from the arousal of being seen whether I wanted to be or not. I couldn’t find my robe anywhere on the platform, so I just made an undignified run towards the supply room where my clothes were waiting. As I turned the handle to dash towards safety, I gasped as the locked door didn’t budge.

“I’m sorry Ryan, I normally lock the doors to keep the models’ personal items safe- one second.”

My first mistake had been drunkenly agreeing to this, and my second had been not cancelling once I sobered up. My last mistake though was turning back towards the classroom to see Debbie rooting around in her purse on her desk in the corner. With her back turned, every student had their phones out recording my humiliation, and I threw up a hand to cover my face. It was too late though- they had evidence, on their phones and on their canvases, of every inch of my body.

Debbie was swiftly walking to unlock the door now, but I had to accept defeat. Before I even got back to my car, I had coworkers messaging me asking what had happened. The photos were already online, and since class registration was going on now, I would soon have a couple hundred students more than normal signing up my English 3043 next semester…