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Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies Chapter 02: Last Day of Term Part One, Martin's Taught A Lesson
DECEMBER 2023
END OF TERM
After a mortifying beginning to his employment three months ago, Mr Martin Williams was relieved, with the impending Christmas holidays, to have reached the last day of the autumn term. The mortifying event had occurred even before his first day of teaching when he was mistaken for life model...
Well, that's not quite true.
He was not mistaken for a life model but he was taken for a life model. Mr Marcus Wainwright, the Art teacher, orchestrated events for Martin to model completely naked in front of twelve Sixth Form students. The boys spent an hour laughing at Martin and mocking him because he has a small penis. A lad named Morgan was particularly savage. They drew him with his diminutive appendage but things got worse when he got an erection – a 3.2 inch erection. The boys took pictures of him, they filmed him masturbating, they watched him ejaculate.
Martin thought for sure his career would be over but everything he had heard since it all happened seemed to indicate no-one was offended by a teacher exposing himself to students – especially when that exposure was so tiny. Everyone in authority at the school seemed to think it was a healthy and even funny joke.
Exactly what the students in the school knew was unclear. No-one ever made direct comments, not even the Year 13 boys who had seen him. However, there were smirks, sniggers and the odd pinkie waved at him. Most of the time, Martin was able to just forget about it.
The Head Master had been very kind about it. After he'd seen the artwork created by the students, he had been impressed with the genuine effort made by each student. He had, of course, recognised the Martin as the model and recognised Mr Wainwright as the perpetrator of a rather cruel trick.
"You have to understand, Martin..." the Head Master had told him. "You're in a different world. These rich kids... You're a guest in their domain."
Martin was, very diplomatically, being told he was a pleb. He resented the idea that Mr Wainwright and the students of this school could basically do whatever they wanted. Martin had confronted Mr Wainwright about the images produced that day and he assured Martin that they would be kept safe and secure. Never the less, it was hard to shake the feeling that the whole school knew something about him. Or perhaps it was just his paranoia?
With the last day of term, Martin felt able to relax that no other disasters had befallen him. After the morning lessons, there was an Art Fair and then an end of term party.
Martin was currently on his way to his Year 12 Maths class, having enjoyed no lesson for the first period of the day. The Year 12's were a rowdy crowd of 16–17-year-olds and their ringleader was usually a student named Montgomery but he went by Monty. Monty knew how to organise the class and Martin resented that the students seemed to respect Monty more than him. Monty happened to be the little brother of Morgan, and had the same chip on his shoulder, so he was the most reliable source of underhanded and implicit insults – but seldom if ever overt.
Monty played something of the fool but his school work was impeccable. Martin had first met Monty when filling in for one of the Maths teachers. He hadn't known how to take the boy...
"Do any of you know what the Fibonacci sequence is?" Martin had asked.
"It's when you eat a loads speciality breads one after another," Monty replied, bewildering the teacher.
"That's the focaccia sequence," Charles said.
"Oh yea," Monty laughed at his own wit.
Right, fine, whatever.
Martin had grown quite fond of the cheeky little bastards. As Martin walked into the Maths corridor he saw it was empty which wasn't unusual. The students knew to enter the room and get seated if they were waiting for a teacher. Martin reached the door to his classroom, turned the handle and walked in to find twenty-six teenage boys completely naked...
WILLIES, DICKS AND COCKS
Martin didn't even know where to begin.
The boys each stood behind their desks with their hands at their sides. Not a single one had covered... the part of their anatomy that Martin was trying not to look at. At the front of the room was a pile of school uniforms and shoes. The whole room smelled of boy; that musky, deodorant laden whiff of hormones and sweat.
By Year 12 most of the boys were quite mature. Since the school encouraged sporting activities as part of the boarding school experience, no-one got left behind on the football, rugby or cricket fields. The teenagers were lean and while heights varied, no-one in the room was short.
Depressingly, most of the boys looked more mature than their teacher. Hair on their chest was scratchy with the odd student sporting something approaching hairy. It was down below that Martin got the real shock.
No-one in the room was smooth – their boy anatomy was topped by respectable fluffs of pubic hair. Then there was the anatomy. The boy anatomy that left Martin embarrassed by comparison. Their penises and testes varied in size but, without exception, the teenagers had bigger dicks than Martin.
Martin tried not to look but how could he not look?
There were four rows of six desks – offset like a chessboard and behind each one there stood a naked student. Not just topless and or bottomless but barefoot too. Martin's eyes were drawn to a few boys in particular – Aiden, Bruce, Charles, Eddy and Monty.
The nudity was totally incongruous. It was one thing to see someone nude in the shower or changing rooms but this was a school classroom. Fuck, this is sick! Martin's sixteen- or seventeen-year-old students were bare naked and he couldn't stop looking at them.
Worst of all, the most depressing thing, was their willies were all bigger than his!
"Is something wrong, sir?" asked Monty with a smirk.
"Why... why are you all... like that?" Martin asked.
"Like what, sir?" Aiden asked.
"You know what," Martin replied but his voice felt weak.
"What are you asking, sir?" Bruce asked.
"Yea, is there a problem?" Eddy added.
"Just say it like it is, Mr Williams," Charles said.
"Why are you all naked?" Martin asked.
He felt ridiculous saying the word "naked" to his naked students but they were all... naked!
"Why are we naked, sir?" Monty asked. "How do you know we're all naked?"
"What do you mean, how do I know?" Martin replied incredulously. "Because I can see..."
Oh, he saw what the lad had done there.
"See what, sir?" George asked.
"Do you like what you see?" Kieth asked.
"Do you like looking at naked boys, Mr Williams?" Harris enquired next.
"I can't believe you'd do that! You're sick!" Walter said sarcastically.
"Who do you like best, sir?" Uriah wondered.
"You're such a perv," Solomon added.
"Do you like dicks?" Quincy asked.
Fuck, how was he supposed to deal with this?
"Put your uniforms back on so we can start the class," Martin said in his most authoritative voice.
"Why don't you show us your dick, sir?," Monty countered.
"No. Why would I do that?" Martin asked.
"Because we heard it's hilarious," Aiden laughed.
Martin felt a sense of dread. Admittedly, he should have felt dread when he walked in and found twenty six naked boys in his classroom. The joke about his penis being hilarious confirmed his worst fears – the thing he had feared for the last three months – they knew about his tiny penis. Given the smug look on Monty's face, his brother Morgan has probably revealed all.
"Where... what did you hear?" Martin asked.
"Oh just that you modelled for Art class three months ago," Bruce said.
"Do you want to model for us?" Charles asked.
"We've modelled for you," Eddy pointed out.
"We're being pretty generous, sir," Monty said.
"Generous?" Martin replied incredulously.
"Look at us," Monty replied – gesturing to his nude classmates. "Morgan told me when you modelled, you were the only one who was naked. Aren't you happy you won't be alone?"
"I am not getting naked for any of you," Martin asserted.
"But we want you to," Monty said flatly.
Martin knew these spoiled rich boys were seldom told no. The St. Mervyn Poshford School had produced numerous Ministers of Parliament, Cabinet Ministers, Prime Ministers, a wunch of bankers, investors, property tycoons and many others who's highest qualification for a job they didn't deserve was that they were already rich. Millionaire now being a qualification, apparently.
"No, Monty," Martin said firmly. "Get dressed."
Monty responded by stepping out from behind his desk and slowly advancing on the man. Once he was at the front row, Martin got the clearest view yet of the teenager. He was stunning. Fit, lean, confident and his penis flopped when he walked.
Not that it was a huge dick. It wasn't. Flaccid, it was perhaps three and a half inches but that was bigger than Martin fully hard; in its soft state, the penis swayed slightly as Morgan's legs moved. It tapped Morgan's muscular thighs which were flecked with prickles of hair but not much.
"What do you think would happen..." Morgan said.
He was standing just in front of Martin now. Martin could see the goosebumps on Morgan's skin. The way his nipples looked like disks of brown against his white skin. The warmth of eyes and the way they were hooded by dark eyebrows; Morgan's charming smile and his moist, pink lips. The boy was too close to him.
"What do you think would happen," Morgan repeated. "If a teacher were to walk in right now?"
Martin swallowed hard.
"The Head Master or Mr Wainwright..." Morgan said hypothetically. "How would you explain why the whole class was totally naked?"
"Mr Williams told us to do it, sir," George said with an exaggerated pout.
"We didn't really want to," Harris added.
"Mr Williams said he'd mark our grades down if we didn't," Kieth said.
"I told him it was wrong," Quincy asserted.
"Mr Williams sniffed our clothes as we took them off," Soloman claimed scandalously.
"He told us to do it," Uriah reiterated.
"We were just doing as we were told," Walter said with a hangdog expression.
From around the room there was murmurs of agreement and repetition. All twenty-six boys didn't need to speak when a dozen were willing to be the voice of unreason. The unanimous nudity was enough to signal complicity. The fact that every boy in the room was nude from head to toe should have made Martin feel in control; quite the opposite, but his being clothed amongst their nudity imbalanced the power in their favour and stripped him (pun intended) of control.
"Oh, sir... like this?" Monty asked.
The boy put both his arms behind his head to expose his teenage pits. It stretched his body, pulling the already athletic and taught figure into an even more appealing vision. Not that Martin found any of the boys appealing! They were handsome, cute and even quite dashing in the same was as dogs are handsome or puppies are cute. However, Martin didn't feel sexual attraction.
The teenagers were making it very hard not to look and in his pose, Monty in particular was a vision of beauty. That vision was arrogant, shameless and vain but it was a three inch vision of youthful penis that Martin was quite envious of.
"I don't know if I should pose like this for a teacher, sir," Monty said pathetically. "I mean, it seems wrong somehow."
"Please stop this," Martin said.
"Do you really think I should touch myself, Mr Willimas?" Monty asked.
Monty bit his lip as he stroked his chest, his nipple and down until his fingers brushed through his pubes and caressed his lip penis. Monty held his hands in front of his genitals, but far from removing his exposure, it only seemed to emphasise it.
"Monty!" Martin said but he had no power behind it.
Monty dropped his arms and looked at Martin with an unimpressed expression.
"Show us your pathetic little prick, Mr Williams," Monty said severely.
There was giggles and shocked groans from around the room. The audacity of Monty's challenge, his fearlessness and his superiority was impressive to them. Martin wasn't impressed but he was scared of the boy.
"Your brother told you what happened in his Art class?" Martin asked with his eyes cast down.
"Yea, he told me a loser with the tiniest penis he's ever seen posed for them and then it turned out he was the new teacher," Monty laughed.
The rest of the class laughed too.
"It's been kept pretty quiet," Monty admitted.
Not so quiet – every one of the twenty-six boys in this room knew about it.
"It's more fun for there to be little," Monty emphasised this word, "rumours about you."
"Just get dressed, Monty. Please, I don't want to see your..." Martin didn't want to say it.
"My what, sir?" Monty asked.
"Nothing," Martin replied.
"Nothing? You calling this thing nothing?" Monty asked.
The teenager grabbed his dick and balls and gave them a thorough tug, the penis spilling between his fingers as he shook the appendage.
"No," Martin replied.
"So say it," Monty pushed. "You said, I don't want to see your... what?"
"Willy," Martin said.
There was a spasm of laughter though the room.
"Monty's – got – a – wi-lly," his classmates sang while sniggering.
Monty laughed too. He wasn't hurt by his friends and peers mirth or the singing about his dick. They weren't laughing at him – they were laughing at the teacher.
"My willy?" Monty repeated. "Maybe you have a willy, sir. I have a cock!"
Martin blushed.
It was so difficult to not look at it. Him. Them. All of their... willies.
They were naked. Twenty-six beautiful, naked teenagers. Martin looked attractive – he had been described by more than a few boys as hot. Only his penis let things down and most of the time, no-one saw it. That's why he didn't want to expose himself...
Well, that and showing his genitals to a room full of Year 12 teenagers at school was problematic at best.
...because once they'd seen it, his authority and respect and reputation would be destroyed. Deep down, Martin was already starting to accept that was already true.
"What do I have, sir?" Monty asked.
"You have..." Martin didn't want to say it.
How were these boys in charge of him?!
"You have a cock," Martin said.
There were whistles and cheers around the room prompting Monty to rush the distance between him and Martin. He darted around the man and stood behind him, placing his strong hands on Martin's biceps and steering him to look at the entire class.
Monty was right behind him. Martin could feel Monty's hot skin. He could feel Monty's chest against his back and the dent of his soft but plump penis against his buttocks.
"And them? What do they have?" Monty said.
"You all have... penises and dicks and cocks," Martin said, feeling thoroughly ashamed.
The class cheered as their teacher was forced to acknowledge the teenage cocks.
"Do I have a nice penis sir?" asked David.
David was a good student with an actual interest in English. His participation in class, his homework and his projected grades were in the top three for his year. Oh, and he was fucking fit! Martin wasn't attracted but David was very attractive.
"Yes David," Martin replied and before he could be prompted to say more, he added: "You have a very nice penis."
"Thank you sir, that's very nonce of you," David said for laughs.
The class appreciated the pun so at least they were learning something about word play.
"And me, sir?" asked Zachary.
Zachy was short and dark haired with a line of stubble on his jaw. He was cute rather than hot but played into as a strength.
"You have a very pleasant dick, Zach," Martin said – drowning in embarrassment.
"Thanks," Zach chirped happily.
"What do you think of my cock, sir?" Finbar asked.
Fin was dyslexic and inattentive, a mixture that often signalled trouble but he was usually harmless, accepted help in class and was happy with a minimal pass because his interests lay in the sciences and football.
"You have a very... big..." Martin started to say.
The whole class exploded with "ohhh," and exaggerated checking out of the bigness.
"A very big cock, Fin," Martin told the nude lad.
"You noticed," Fin replied with a chuffed expression.
"Ok. Let's move on," Monty said. "Plenty of time for compliments later."
Monty was still behind the man, gripping his arms and standing close enough to prod him with his soft dick.
"Now sir, I told you..." Monty said as he reached around and unfastened Martin's trousers. "To show us your pathetic little prick."
Martin could feel the teenager grinding into his ass.
"What if I don't want to?" Martin asked weakly.
"Oh c'mon, now. Don't be ridiculous," Monty said. "This is a big opportunity for you."
An opportunity to humiliate himself.
An opportunity to prostrate himself to these entitled fuckers.
"Well, maybe big was the wrong word," Monty chuckled.
With Martin's trousers unfastened, Monty pulled them down. Martin looked pathetic with his shirttails barely covering his briefs and his bare legs sticking out the bottom.
"We all heard you have a tiny wiener," Monty said. "Let's see for ourselves."
Monty pulled Martin's briefs down too.
PUT IT IN A SENTENCE
The trousers and underwear remained bundled around Martin's knees and for a moment there was no reaction because Martin's shirt was long enough to cover his genitals. It gave Monty the time he needed to walk around his teacher and return to the front row where he stood between two desks.
"Lift up your shirt, Mr Willimas," Monty demanded.
Shamefaced and filled with dread, Martin obeyed and the class exploded with laughter.
Martin felt utterly destroyed by the mockery which he felt was unfair. He had nice legs that were sinewy and lean but not very hairy; his waistline was narrow with a hot V-line down to his insubstantial endowment. Despite his hot legs and abdomen, the teenagers were nearly crying with laughter.
They were laughing because his penis was a pathetic inch and a half long and protruding from trimmed pubes that he hoped provided the illusion of being bigger but really made no difference at all.
Martin dropped his shirt to restore his modesty.
"Is that it?" Eddy laughed.
"We didn't say cover it up," Aiden manages between giggles.
"I could barely tell he'd shown us anything," Bruce sniggered.
"Why is it so fucking tiny?" Charles cackled.
"We didn't tell you to cover up, Mr Williams," Monty said seriously.
Monty wasn't actually laughing but he was beside himself with mirth. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him. It was even better than he imagined. Monty was a natural, charismatic leader with the added advantage of being feared. He and his brother and his family had power and influence that, even by the standards of this school, was intimidating.
How else could a whole class be persuaded to get bare naked?
"Show us that tiny ickle willy again, sir," Monty said.
Utterly ashamed and defeated, Martin lifted his shirt again.
"How big is your penis sir?" Monty asked.
"About an inch and a half when it's soft," Martin admitted.
Fuck it, he was ruined now anyway, he might as well give in.
"And how big is that little prick when it's hard?" Monty asked.
"Eight centimetres. Three point two inches," Martin confessed.
"I meant fully hard," Monty replied.
"Yes..." Martin mumbled.
"I don't understand sir, can you put that in a sentence so we can all understand?" Monty derided.
"My little prick is only three point four inches when full hard, which is eight and a half centimetres," Martin elucidated.
They sniggered at him admitting to his inadequacy.
"Fuck, mine is eight and a half centimetres soft," Isaac said from the back row.
A few boys looked at his exposed dick to verify and agreed it was probably true.
"Isaac makes a good point. Most of us are bigger than your erection when we're soft," Monty said.
"Can you put that in a sentence?" hooted Yusuf.
"That's a good idea, Mr Williams," Monty added. "Make a complete sentence about the cocks of your teenage students."
"The sixteen and seventeen year old schoolboys in my Year Twelve class have bigger flaccid penises than the tiny erection of their adult teacher, Mr Williams," Martin said.
Again they chuckled and laughed at him and some seemed genuinely embarrassed for the humiliated man. Monty strode closer again and Martin couldn't help but look at the swinging schlong as the boy approached. Monty stood on Martin's right hand side so, while Martin was facing the class, Monty's profile was presented to his peers.
Monty's left hand took Martin's right wrist and the teacher knew what was about to happen.
"No, don't," Martin said but he was ignored.
Monty placed Martin's hand on his dick and the class watched in amazement. Martin could feel the soft, plump, warm teenage cock and the weighty balls underneath. Monty's fingers manipulated Martin's hand until the man was gripping the teenage shaft.
"Do you like that?" Monty asked.
Martin felt a wet, sticky spot in the palm of his hand and he knew the boy had leaked precum without even getting fully hard.
"Do you like touching naked boys, Mr Williams?" Monty goaded the man.
Martin's hand continued to be controlled by Monty who used the man's grip to tug on his dick.
"Make me hard, sir," Monty said.
Monty let go of Martin's hand and put his hands behind his head. Martin was close enough to see the wiry scrub of hair inside Monty's armpits. Martin continued to stroke the teenager whose cock grew in a matter of seconds.
How did it come to this? Masturbating a naked Year 12 lad while the entire class were completely nude and watching? Martin was both impressed and jealous of the size of the boy cock. It was embarrassing that the teenager had an erection that was easily seven inches.
"I want you to thank me," Monty said and Martin looked bewildered. "Thank me for letting you touch a proper cock."
"Thank you Monty for letting me touch your big manly cock," Martin said.
"Boy cock," Monty said.
"Thank you for letting me touch your mighty boycock," Martin trembled.
Monty turned around and snapped his fingers at someone who handed the teenager a measuring tape. Monty in turn offered it to Martin.
"You can stop stroking me now," Monty said. "Measure my cock."
Martin took the tape measure and pressed the end into the teenager's wiry pubes, drawing out the tap until he could read the numbers at the tip of the head.
"Eighteen centimetres," Martin muttered with abject humiliation – 7.2 inches.
"Louder. How big is my cock, Mr Williams?" Monty demanded.
"Eighteen centimetres," Martin said loudly.
"And how big was your tiny little button?" Monty sneered.
"Eight centimetres," Martin answered.
"But I'm just a sixteen year old boy. How old are you?" Monty asked.
"I'm a twenty-five year old man," Martin said.
"You should put all that into a sentence, Mr Williams," Monty decided – his cock still hard and the numbers still mocking Martin.
"A schoolboy has a big boycock that is more than twice as big as my pinkie sized man prick," Martin humiliated himself.
"You're hilarious, sir," Monty scorned him with a laugh. "Now kneel down."
"Wh-what?" Martin replied.
"Kneel. Down," Monty commanded.
He hoped Monty wasn't about to do what Martin thought he was going to do.
Luckily for Martin, the boy didn't have that in mind for now. When he had first heard the rumour about his teacher having a tiny dick, he hadn't believed it. The man looked totally fit. Then his own brother Morgan told him it was true and showed him his sketches. Then he saw the photographs.
Over the subsequent weeks and months, Monty had meticulously planned the ultimate humiliation for Mr Williams and he was up against stiff competition because he knew Mr Wainwright had something in mind too.
Monty had come across Mr Wainwright's artistic endeavours. The man really was wasted at St. Mervyn Poshford School – he was genuinely accomplished artist. He had sold some of his work for decent money too. When Monty heard the Art teacher was working on a very special project with Mr Williams as his subject, he'd been tempted to offer a few grand for the picture. Mr Wainwright claimed it wasn't for sale and the price was way off base.
The man was right. Monty had seen the picture a few weeks ago, not quite finished, and he'd have estimated the time, effort and resources that went into it would value the canvas at close to a six figure sum. If he wanted the picture, he'd need to offer more money. Luckily, his family were loaded.
Anyway, humiliating Mr Willimas.
The teacher didn't even try or ask if he could pull his trousers and underwear up so they remained around his knees as he knelt down at the front of the classroom. There was suddenly movement and Monty stepped back to make room. Martin found himself surrounded by seven naked boys who were all stroking their dicks.
Oh no!
They weren't going to do that to him, were they?
WHY DOES IT ALWAYS RAIN ON ME?
The wanking boys all looked down on Martin which was nothing new. They looked down on most of their teachers. However, the literally looked down on him as they stroked away on cocks that ranged in size from five inches up to nearly seven inches.
Martin nursed jealousy of the boy's with bigger cocks.
"Are you looking at my cock, sir?" asked Joseph.
Joseph was the one sporting an impressive seven inches.
"Are you jealous because a little boy like me has a bigger cock than you?" he asked.
The sixteen year old was only five foot six (1.67 metres), skinny and disturbingly short pubes. He was standing right in front of Martin and grinning as whacked away on his big cock. He was clearly proud of it. The sound of fapping filled the room as the boys outside the circle stayed hard by jerking too. They were only working themselves up even more until it was their turn to rain cum on their teacher.
As the boys immediately surrounding Marting got closer to climax, the circle closed in. Martin realised that not only were all going to cum on him, he was still dressed in his shirt and tie. What was he going to do once his clothes were dashed with seven loads of boy cum?
He didn't just need to worry about his clothes because his head and hair took blasts too. Martin felt warm splashes on his back, the material of his shirt sticking to his skin as the rain of spunk seeped into the fabric.
His hair, his ears and the sleeves of his shirt all received drops and splashes of jizz that fired from frantic cock yanking. Once more than half of them were done, the three boys in front of him were ready. Two of them shot their loads onto Martin's shirt and tie, one bolt in particular sank into the suprasternal notch and then dripped under the collar of his shirt and onto the bare skin of his chest. Joseph was the last of the first group to cum.
Joseph aimed his seven inch cock and Martin's face and unloaded a pent up blast of creamy gunge. Martin could feel the blobs on the corner of his eye and on his cheek and chin. Seven mighty loads of teenage cum and Martin looked like a mess.
Joseph and the others stepped away and Martin hung his head with disgust at his predicament. Seven loads of cum! When he raised his head, another group of boys were arranging themselves – they were all going to take a turn.
Not just seven boys but twenty six of them were going to splat him. The salt, sweet, smelly, sticky, schoolboy cum would be like standing in the rain.
Each group had a ring leader.
Joseph had been the first.
In the second group, Xander prided himself on being the sluttiest in the line-up. He was a tall, very thin and effeminate boy. Martin had seen his name and phone number written in one of the toilets and Xander was quite open about doing sexual favours for other students. It was treated as a joke but Martin was starting to wonder.
"Can't believe you're doing this for free, sir. I'd be minted if I was doing what you are right now," Xander said.
Seven more loads of cum landed on Martin's shirt – front and back and sleeves. His tie too. Shots of cum stained Martin's black trousers and landed inside and outside the knee-wrapped clothing. Martin's bare thighs even felt the gush of jizz. There was always two or three boys who aimed for the head or the face. Martin felt more spunk landing on his face and he resisted licking the sediment that found its way onto his lips.
In the third group Laurence (a tall, pale toff of a lad with blonde hair and almost invisible eyebrows) took charge. He had no discernible sense of humour, was an expert at grievance politics and culture wars and was generally disliked by everyone (except equally detestable people). He had once jokingly run for the school council for the Herrenfolk Party but it probably hadn't been a joke.
"Can I cum in your mouth?" Laurence asked.
Martin didn't reply.
Laurence lacked Monty's charm and while Monty was objectively the biggest bastard in the room, his charisma made a huge difference. So, Laurence stepped up to unload in Martin's mouth; he had taken the lack of response as ascent. Other boys around the room were grudgingly impressed when Martin drank the seed into his throat.
Once three groups of seven boys had rained cum, dashing Martin's clothes and skin, the teacher felt thoroughly degraded. Twenty one loads of spunk with five boys remaining: Monty, Aiden, Bruce, Charles and Eddy.
They stood in a tighter semi-circle so they could all blast him in the front when they came. It made the sound of fapping louder. From his position on the floor, Martin could see the five boy's bare feet, their ankles were mostly smooth and lower legs speckled with hair. The lean, sporty group of teenagers had vanity induced chests and abdomens – the kind that boys like to show off with a shirt-lift video on Instagram or TikTok.
Martin had been trying not to look at the most prominent anatomical features but it was difficult. Each of the five boys were stroking decent sized cocks. They ranged from six inches up to over seven inches. They had big, bouncing balls and the pubes above their dicks dark and wiry. They were all thoroughly and disturbingly teenage.
Their very naked presence reminded Martin that these boys were his Year 12 (Lower Sixth) class and they had more power and influence than him than he had over them. The disparity in authority was depressing.
Aiden and Bruce both reached climax within a few seconds of each other – stepping close to shoot spunk into Martin's face and then aiming at his groin with the less powerful spurts. Martin's shirt was lifted to expose his dinky little willy that was now smeared with boyjuice.
Eddy was ready next. He stepped close and once his enthusiastic swipes had taken him over the edge, he let go of his cock and put his hands behind his head. Martin looked at the boy's pits and was struck by how exposed the teenager was and yet it was Martin who felt the most exposed.
He was the only dressed person in the room and they were all naked yet he was the one who was powerless. It was a reverse CMNM scenario.
Eddy's unhandled cock spurted high – a blast that very nearly shot over Martin's head but ultimately landed in his hair. Another blast hit Martin's nose and the final dribbled hotly onto Eddy's own feet.
"You got some on your feet, Eddy," Monty noticed. "You should lick that up, Mr Williams."
Martin looked at Eddy, aghast that he would be asked to do that. Monty held Martin's eye until the man relented. He dropped from his knees onto his hands and knees and crawled forward. There was an energy in the room – a rumbling excitement as the nude lads watched Martin lower himself even further.
Martin's face hovered over Eddy's feet. They were pale, white and smooth except for a few sprouts of hair on his big toe and the middle of his foot. The blobs of cum were on Eddy's left foot and Martin bent over it and kissed the teenager's foot.
"Well done," Monty said. "Keep going."
The kiss transferred the cum from Eddy's foot to Martin's lips. The teacher still had to eat it and then lick the cum up with his tongue. Eddy was tickled by the gesture, causing him to wriggle his toes and Martin bathed his foot until it was clean.
"Good. Now sit up, Charles has something for you," Monty demanded.
Charles was just a few inches from Martin's face and no sooner had he turned than Charles unloaded a mighty blast of spunk.
"Fuck," Martin said.
It was thick but liquidy and plentiful; rinsing Martin's entire face with a wash of jizz.
"Oh fuck," Martin added.
Cum dribbled from Martin's chin and onto his shirt at the same time as Charles gushed another spurt onto Martin's shirt and tie.
There were cheers and congratulations every time someone added their seed to the teacher's face or clothing but Charles's load had been particularly impressive.
It came as no surprise that Monty was the last one. The naked crowd of twenty five teenage schoolboys enthusiastically waited to see how it would end.
"Open your mouth," Monty said.
"No, Monty. Don't... I..." Martin said but he didn't sound very convincing in his objection.
Had he enjoyed this?
Martin hadn't wanted to be humiliated. Mortified. Degraded. He hadn't wanted to see a class of boys naked. He hadn't wanted them to cum on him over and over and over and over and... His shirt and tie were ruined and he still had the rest of the day to go.
But...
Had he enjoyed it? The antics, the hot cum. The taste. The smell. The sights...
"Mr Williams, I want you to suck this," Monty said.
He phrased it so nicely, Martin noticed.
He didn't order Martin to do it though he may have if it came to that. No, Monty's sentence construction expressed his desire and if Martin complied it was because he wanted to.
Martin looked at the seven inch cock in front of him. The pubes atop it. The fuzzy balls underneath. The oval shaped belly button above it.
"Well sir, are you going to do it?" Monty asked.
Martin leaned forward and opened his mouth.
THIS SUCKS
"Fucking hell, is he really going to do it?" Martin recognised Niles' voice.
"I didn't know this was an option," joked a voice Martin thought was Oscar's.
Martin put out his tongue and accepted the dick, wrapping his lips around it as he suckled on the wet, spongy head of the stripling.
"Oh yea, I fucking knew you'd want it," Monty said.
The thing was, that wasn't really true. Martin sucked cock but he wasn't a cocksucker. Martin didn't date men (or boys.) Never the less, Martin started to wet the entire shaft of the schoolboy. Working his mouth back and forth, his lips spread around the girth. Martin put his hands on Monty's calves – the skin was soft and warm with just the faintest hint of downy hairs as the man caressed the teenager's legs.
"No-one will believe this," came the voice of Virgil.
Martin had closed his eyes without even noticing but when he opened them, he looked out the periphery. The boys were still naked and delighted by the plight of their teacher but they were doing something else now, too. They were recording him.
They were recoding their fully clothed teacher, covered in cum, sucking the cock of a teenage student.
"Give me that," Monty said to a boy called Peter who happened to be the closest.
Peter grudgingly handed over his phone but also knew it was probably about to contain the best view of them all.
"Look up at me, Mr Williams," Monty said.
Martin looked up, with Monty's cock still in his mouth.
"Great, pull back until I can see the head," Monty instructed.
Martin did as he was told and he could feel the ridge of the glans passing his lips and then resting on his pouted lip. Monty used his other hand to pull his cock from Martin's mouth and then hit him in the cheek with it. There was a satisfying and degrading "thwack" as he did this.
"Suck my balls, sir," Monty said.
Martin stooped under the erection and brought his mouth up to the sac that contained two lovely globes. Martin licked the ball sac first and then sucked each ball into his mouth one at a time. He continued to kiss and slobber on the pair of jewels, tasting sweat and teen spirit as he did so.
"Do you like that?" Monty asked. "Does it taste good?"
"Yes. They taste good," Martin admitted, trying not to look at the camera.
The boys laughed at his confession.
"Good. Now why are you on the floor and I'm standing up?" Monty asked.
"Because you're better than me," Martin said.
"Yes, exactly. What else, Mr Williams?" Monty asked.
"Because I'm a man with a small dick..." Martin started to say.
"You can use better words than those. More accurate words," Monty sneered. "And look up while you say it. And lift that shirt so I can see your pathetic prick."
Martin lifted his shirt to expose his flaccid, shy, miniscule penis. He looked up, the balls still against his mouth and Monty's rigid cock flopped across his face.
"Because... I'm on the floor and you're standing up because... I'm a man with a tiny little willy and you're... you're a very big boy, Monty."
Monty had to bit his lip, he wanted to laugh so hard. The other boys weren't so restrained and it was awful to know that mocking soundtrack would be recorded on the phone too.
"Good. Suck me again," Monty said.
Monty had let go of his cock so Martin would have to handle the teenager to steer it back into his mouth. Martin took a grip of it and stroked. The retraction and replacement of the foreskin was like the blinking of a one-eyed monster.
Martin put it to his mouth and starting pleasuring the cock with his tongue – licking the entire shaft and swirling around the head. An ooze of clear, precum effected and Martin lapped it up before putting the whole cock back in his mouth. Monty grabbed the back of Martin's head with his free hand so his teacher could not pull back.
"Look up and tell me you're a man," Monty said.
"Am ah `an," Martin managed because it was hard to talk with his mouth so full.
(I'm a man.)
"And what am I?" Monty asked.
"Oor ah `oy," Martin muffled.
(You're a boy.)
"What kind of a boy am I, Mr Williams?" Monty prompted.
There was a tremble in his voice. He was so close to cumming.
"Oor ah `ool'oy," he replied.
(You're a schoolboy.)
"Very good. You're a man and I'm a schoolboy," Monty repeated. "You're a teacher, aren't you?"
"'Ess," Martin replied – still sucking and wishing the lad would cum already.
(Yes.)
"And do you like sucking the cock of a sixteen-year-old student, Mr Williams?"
"'Ess," Martin confessed.
(Yes.)
Monty continued asking questions and each time, Martin answered with a pathetically cock-muffled "yes."
"Do you have a tiny dick, sir?"
"Do I have a big dick, sir?"
"Did you let all those other boys cum on you, Mr Williams?"
"Do you like wearing twenty five loads of cum?"
"You stink, don't you, sir?"
"Say, I'm a cocksucker!"
"Am ah ock ucker," Martin mumbled.
(I'm a cock sucker.)
Monty continued his questions and Martin continued to reply (ess/ yes) in a muffled voice.
"You like wearing your clothes while I'm naked, don't you, Mr Williams?"
"I'm just an innocent boy, aren't I?"
"Mr Williams... I'm going to cum now..." Monty warned him. "Do you want to eat my cum?"
"'Ess. Ah ant oo et oor um," Martin replied.
(Yes. I want to eat your cum.)
Monty wasn't kidding. So much cum flowed over Martin's tongue that he thought the boy was pissing in his mouth. So much space in his mouth was already occupied by cock so when the heavy load was unleashed, Martin couldn't take it all. He swallowed as much as he could but when Monty pulled his cock out, spunk slopped out too. Ropes of gooey, slop joined his mouth to Monty's impressive cock.
Monty was so hard and so stimulated that his cock and balls ached while he discharged in Martin's stupid face.
Monty's cum ran all down Martin's chin until the man had to wipe it away.
Almost bored, Monty handed the phone of the entire blowjob back to its owner.
"We should all get dressed. Class is nearly over but I think we all learned a lot," Monty said with a smile.
Martin felt completely ashamed. He had been dismissed as if he was nothing by the teenagers who were now starting to get dressed. Martin tried to stand up and found his legs shaky from kneeling so long. He watched as the boys bent over to expose peachy bums and they all collected their clothes, fought over socks and pants and ties.
Martin wasn't even given a backwards glance so he pulled up his underpants and trousers and tucked his shirt in. What was the point of making himself decent when he was thoroughly indecent? He'd just let the whole class shower his shirt, tie and trousers with ejaculate. Some of the blobs of bleachy discharge were already crusty and others were damp and tacky.
Martin went to his desk where his jacket was draped over his chair. At least that would hide some of the evidence of what had happened. Then he remembered his face had been plastered too. He would need to sneak to the nearest toilets to wash his face properly.
"That was a great class, Mr Williams," said a cheerful Tarquin.
"See you later, sir," saluted Reginald.
Martin hadn't even taken the class register:
Aiden, Bruce, Charles, David, Edward, Finbar, George, Harris, Isaac, Joseph, Keith, Lawrence, Montgomery, Niles, Oscar, Peter, Quincy, Reginald, Soloman, Tarquin, Uriah, Virgil, Walter, Xander, Yusuf and Zachary.
All present.
The class filed out without being dismissed, another insult to his integrity and authority. The bell hadn't even rung yet.
"That must have been pretty embarrassing, sir," Monty said darkly.
"Why did you all do that?" Martin asked.
"Here, I got you a present," Monty said instead of answering.
He held it out his hand and then opened his fist. From it dropped something that Monty held between his thumb and index finger. It was a pair of underpants. Uncertainly, Martin reached across his desk and took them from the boy.
"What is this for?" Martin asked but Monty only smirked. "What do you expect me to do with these?"
He examined the small offering. The briefs were bright red with white piping and when Martin looked at the label it read: Boys 15-16.
"They're mine. The one's I was wearing to school this morning," Monty said. "And I expect you to put them in your mouth."
"What?" Martin replied.
"Put the front pouch in your mouth and taste it, Mr Williams," Monty said.
Martin didn't reply.
"Smell them then. Put them to your nose and sniff," Monty suggested.
Martin gave up. He'd given up an hour ago when the teens had humiliated him. Martin put the briefs to his nose and inhaled. He inhaled deeply and noisily to make sure Monty knew he had completed the task.
The boys briefs smelled sweet.
Without being prompted he licked the front of the briefs just as Monty had asked. Martin had learned his place in the pecking order – which he understood had been the purpose of today. If naked boys had more power than a fully clothed man then he was truly defeated.
The briefs tasted sweet with a hint of salt.
"You're a loser," Monty said as he watched his teacher lapping at the fabric with his tongue.
Monty walked around the desk and put out his hand to take them back.
"Don't worry, we won't send those pictures or video anywhere," Monty said unconvincingly.
"How can I trust that?" Martin asked quietly and defeatedly.
"Because you have my promise?" Monty replied as if his promise counted for anything.
It was as good as Martin was going to get.
"Just go," Martin said.
"Open your mouth first," Monty said authoritatively.
Martin obeyed and Monty stuffed the entire undies in the man's mouth.
"You know. The last day of the autumn/ winter term is usually quite fun," Monty said brightly as he walked to the door. "You should check out the Art Fair."
Martin wondered why the boy would say that.
He was about to discover that even the worst day can always get worse as well as worse.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
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My stories so far:
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told, A Series of Embarrassing Events, and Noah the Embarrassed Nudist.
Also: Anthology, and The SEX Men.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.