The Student Teacher's Anatomy: Part 4

After his boss forced Andy into a deal that he couldn't say no to, it's time for him to step into the spotlight and face whatever potential embarrassment awaits him today...

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Hey Mr. Ryan, I’m in here- welcome to art class!

Ms. Skinner’s room was upstairs at the end of the largest hallway. Her room had high ceilings and a wall of windows that flooded the room with natural light. Sunlight seemed to make each piece of art on the walls shine, and there had to be hundreds of canvases completely covering the walls from years of students coming through her room.

Skinner herself looked exactly like I’d imagined her- she was dressed in a loose dress in a patchwork of different fabrics that seemed to float around her. Her hair resembled a bird’s nest held together by two paintbrushes stuck through the back. I was about to stick my hand out to introduce myself, but she’d swept me up into a hug that pushed the air from my lungs.

I am so glad you agreed to help me out- this is really going to help push some of my students into the territory of real, profitable art. I love helping them paint ceramics, but come on, no one wants to buy a lumpy jar. You on the other hand, she stepped back and started looking me up and down, would fly off the shelves.

I was blushing now as her eyes seemed to x-ray my body to see my real figure beneath.

Now, of course I don’t want a ruckus in class, so I think this may be best. She reached to the overflowing table behind her and grabbed something from within a pile. It was a theater mask with two small holes for eyes. You can wear this to keep your identity hidden.

Slipping it on, I felt my breath steam up the inside of the thick plaster, and I knew that I only wanted to wear this out of necessity. The bell rang out in the hallway, and I heard footsteps beginning to echo through the entire school.

Okay, time for you to hide until class begins. She pushed me behind a large decorative screen in the corner. I’ll explain what we’re doing, and then you can undress, put on the mask, and then we’ll pose you on the couch. Thanks again!

Seconds after I stepped into the only bit of privacy that I’d get all day, I heard voices enter the room, and soon, the art room was alive with students setting up easels and sliding stools across the tile floor.

Class, today is a special day, and I cannot wait for us to begin so let’s not waste any time. As promised, we will have a nude model to sketch today, and we will be on our professional behavior at all times. Remember, no pointing, no jeering- none of that. Now, as our model gets ready, go ahead and grab your charcoal out of the tray and start sketching on a scratch page.

Mrs. Skinner? We don’t have any charcoal. The easel trays are empty.

Oh drat- I’ll need to grab some from the storage room down the hall.Stepping over to me, she stuck her head behind the screen. Go ahead and get undressed, and we’ll begin once I get back.

With another swish of her dress, she was gone, and I was left alone in the room that soon filled with the sounds of conversation. Pulling in a shaky breath, I turned around to face the wall and began getting undressed.

As my trembling hands began to undo buttons, I heard the conversation switch to who the model was.

Maybe it’s an old man so we don’t get excited.

Nah, I bet it’s one of Mrs. Skinner’s weird friends.

No way- it has to be a stranger.

I just wish they’re attractive, like Mr. Ryan. I still can’t believe he got naked in Simmons’ room. The body on that one…

I had to tune them out as they talked about me, and I tried to think of anything else. As I focused on ignoring them, I didn’t even hear what they said next.

Maybe we should just move the screen and find out now.

That had been said in a whisper, and as the other students kept talking, a few of the braver ones crept forward and started pulling back the screen. Everything in the room echoed, and that made it easier to be hidden when you were trying to be quiet.

So, as I began unlatching my belt, I didn’t even notice that the screen was now no longer behind me. The art students were now gazing at my half-naked back as I lowered my pants to the floor and stepped out of them. Neatly folding them on the stool, I was now standing there in just my faded blue boxers.

They were pros at this- half of them kept talking as if nothing was happening while the rest of the class had their phones out videoing me as I lowered my boxers to the ground. My ass was now pointed at them, and as I leaned over, my cheeks spread apart to flash my hole to them. This had really been the only hidden part of me at this school, but now, I’d bared it all.

My dangling balls flashed through my legs, and they bounced around as I stepped out of my shorts. It wasn’t until I reached for the mask that I heard the first laugh. It rang out towards me, and soon, more joined in. Turning around, I faced the music as I saw the class staring at me as the screen stood uselessly to my right.

Dropping the mask down to cover my crotch, I didn’t know what to do. It had been embarrassing enough to be naked again, but at least I’d thought my identity would be hidden. Now, as the students were drawing, they’d know exactly whose body they were studying.

Slide the screen back!

My voice came out as a whimper, and I sounded desperate as I pleaded to them. The teachers were supposed to be in charge at school, but in just a week, the students had gotten the upper hand. New pictures had been taken now, and I knew that there was still a set from yesterday. I was under their control, and they knew it.

As I looked around to try and find a sympathetic face to land on, I instead spotted Melanie in the middle of the back row.

Mr. Ryan, we’ll let you get back behind the screen under one condition. When you’re under that mask and Mrs. Skinner is floating around the room ignoring you, you’ll need to jerk off for us. Unless we’re able to draw your form with your cock hard in front of you, these pictures will be sent to your university. And you don’t want that, do you?

Some of the students seemed shocked at how bold she was, but I knew that I’d have to say yes. There was no other option. If I got hard during the lesson, I could pretend it was an accident to the art teacher. But if those pictures got out, it may be a little harder to explain. In fact, I couldn’t even think of a way now to get out of that.

So, I’d been defeated.

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes ma’am, I’ll get hard for all of you.

As soon as I’d answered, Melanie snapped her fingers, and two students I didn’t know stood up to move the screen back into place, right before the art teacher floated back into the room.

Is our model ready to go?

Tying the mask into place, I stepped out from behind the screen with nothing but my blushing face hidden.

Ready as I’ll ever be…