Hank the Model

Hank was like many of his generation, confused. At age twenty-seven he was strong and tough from six years in the army, just back from his tour of duty in the war. No real wounds or scares to speak of, but a sadness in his soul he couldn’t overcome or even attempt to describe to anyone who would care to listen. Not that anyone was volunteering their time for that. Hank was a sullen loner, attending the university on his G.I. Bill, in a strange sort of self imposed isolation, almost oblivious to his surroundings. He wasn’t even aware of the unwanted attentions and flirtations from numerous young women on campus who were captivated by his chiseled handsome body and piercing blue eyes.

He had a small basement room in the home of an elderly married couple and a motorcycle to get around on. He was an avid tennis player had been a successful swimmer. For a time he had been a ’life guard’ at the pool and coached a ‘swim team’; indeed he still had a strong swimmer body that looked good in a ‘Speedo’ and a respectable crotch bulge to show it off. He didn’t notice that when he swam laps at the pool he usually had an admiring audience of young females watching.

It was just another mundane mid-week, mid semester day at the campus cafeteria as Hank sat quietly munching his sandwich barely aware that a rather nice looking, well dressed co-ed slid into the seat next to him:

“Hi, I’m Sandra…I’ve been seeing you around campus, my sorority sister Jane has a class with you.”

Hank casually looked her over, perfunctory offered his name and returned to his sandwich with hardly a pause. Sandra was on a mission, she was not to be put off:

“Listen, once a week my sorority has an ‘Arts Night’ at the house, we need models…we pay a hundred dollars a secession. Maybe you would be interested ? “

Hank wasn’t much interested, maybe a little flattered though, and decided to ask a few questions:

“Hell Sandra, I doubt I’d be any good at it, never done anything like that in my life. Besides I’m a little shy about that sort of thing.” How

Long would it last?”

“Oh it varies”; Sandra snickering replied. Maybe something was to come of this, she surely hoped so, she would dearly love to get him into the house…

“Sometimes just an hour or so, but we would certainly make sure you made it back to class in the morning.”

“So, would I have to stand around in the ‘Buff’ in front of a bunch of girls?“

“Not if you don’t want to, its O.K. to just wear your ‘Seedo’, we can just imagine the rest. Don‘t worry about being an armature, we’ll talk you through it. ”

Sandra was starting to get excited, he just might do it, getting guys like Hank into the house was always the hard part.

“What the Hell, I’ll give it a try once, I can use the money.“

“Wow, this is going to be great”; now Sandra was getting excited, she knew her panties were getting damp. She quickly gave Hank the address and time and whisked herself away into the crowd.

Hank spent the afternoon with a good ‘work-out’ to get pumped up and a quick nap back at his room. Even so, he was having ’second thoughts’, this was crazy letting a bunch of giddy girls ogle him, even with his swim suit on he was going to be very uncomfortable doing this. He was worried about getting an errection in the middle of all this. He remembered his humiliation in High School: He was sitting at his desk, fantasizing about his ’English Teacher’ with a huge ’Hard On’ when she suddenly called on him to come to the head of the class and read aloud some passage he wasn’t paying any attention too. He tried to beg off but she wouldn’t have it and finally he had no choice but to face his fate. He tried to stand by his desk, but she persisted he come to the front. He hoped the walk forward would dissipate his predicament; it didn’t and he became the ‘laughing stock’ of the school. He never really got over it.

That was what the ‘Nap’ was for…he reasoned a good masturbation session would alleviate any errection problem that would ‘Pop-Up’ while posing. Besides, that was his main form of relaxation from the ‘cares of the day’. He really was ‘Shy’ about the whole sex thing. He had only had sex with a partner twice: Once in High School, invited to a ‘Sadie Hawkins’ dance by the ‘class slut’; and Once with a Prostitute while in the army, led upstairs by the hand with the ‘House Madame’. He had started fantasizing at about age nine: imagining being captured by a wicked witch like ‘Hazel and Gretel’, kept naked in a cage and made to do many nasty things. As he grew older his fantasies became more sophisticated but always centered on Domination and an ‘Older Woman’, often sharing his fate with a girl partner.

Today as usual, he liked to slip into bed in his pajamas and begin his fantasies while slowly removing them. By the time he was naked under the sheets he would be fully erect and with a few strokes to his cock, would have a raging, gushing orgasm. Always too soon and always making a mess.

He was very self conscious of his perversions and it had much to do with his shyness and inferiority complex.

Hank arrived at the house right on time, parked his motorcycle, and rang the bell. He was wearing Levies, engineer boots, a crew-neck pull over under his leather ’Bomber’ jacket and his ‘Speedo‘ under it all. He didn’t imagine needing to dress up for this… The ’House Mother’ opened the door and he found himself looking into the eyes of the ’Classic’ model of his masturbation fantasies. She was ’Middle Aged‘, buxom and simply dressed in apron with a fierce look in her eyes, coldly surveying the latest ’House Boy’. Hank quickly broke eye contact and stammered an introduction.

“I know who you are”, she barked in a slightly European accent, “Lets be about it then!”

With no further conversation, she led him to the back of the large mansion. Hank could hear a crowd of female voices coming from a room he supposed was the dinning hall as they passed by. He was led to a small barren room with a toilet and shower. The ’House Mom’ Handed him a Hundred dollar bill and ordered him to shower up before going on display for her girls. Hank nervously noticed she didn’t seem to be planning to leave:

“Excuse me, I need my Privacy”; stammered Hank.

“For what you are going to do for one hundred dollars, you get none! I must protect my girls. Now strip and get about your business, I must see that you are clean.” Then with a slight sneer, “perhaps I should do it for you…”

That did the trick, Hank quickly spun about stripped to his ’Seedo’ and stepped into the shower.

“Off with the ’Speedo’ too young man, don’t be silly, you must scrub all over, especially your ’private parts’; I’ll tolerate no dirtiness in this house.”

Thinking that this was getting to be a bit too much, Hank kept his back to the Matron and removed his ’Speedo’ then set about scrubbing ’all over’.

“Now turn around young man, I must see what you Have”…

Hank shyly hesitated, good grief he thought, this is ridiculous.

“Quickly now or return the money”, she purred.

Hank slowly turned about to expose his semi hard cock, after-all she was between him and his clothes.

“You are a ‘Nasty’ little boy aren’t you, you should be ashamed of yourself to get aroused over this business, if you were mine you would be spanked. And why aren’t you shaved?”

“Sandra said it was alright to wear my ‘Speedo’, nothing was said about ‘shaving’ anything”, stammered Hank.

“Sandra is a foolish girl”, retorted the Matron; “Alright, I’ll bring you something to wear”

With that, the ‘House Mother gathered up all his clothes and left. When she returned she handed him a tiny G-string like thing that hardly hid anything. Sure enough, when he put it on his semi-hard cock peeked out the top, pinned to his belly.

“Oh the girls will enjoy you like that young man, I wonder how they will sketch you?”..

Hank was turning ’Beet red’ with embarrassment and humiliation:

“Listen, this has gone far enough. Get me my clothes, I’ll give you back the money and I’m out of here!

“Nonsence, you get your clothes back when this is done, or do you intend to ride your motorcycle like that ? Quickly now, put these on as well and hurry up, the girls are waiting.”

The house mother pulled from her Apron: five thick leather collars for his wrists, ankles and neck and set about buckling them onto her notably nervous subject. Her innocent touching of his body as she secured the restraints further aroused his swelling penis making it travel even further out of its tiny pouch.

“The girls want to sketch you as a ‘Greek Slave‘, apparently you are going to be an aroused ‘Greek Slave’! Quickly now, time is wasting.”

With that she gave him a friendly slap on the butt and opened the door:

“Hey, get me a robe! I can’t walk around the house like this”

“Hush now and no more of your nonsense, you really do need to be spanked”; this time she slapped his butt much harder to get him moving.

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Much to the applauding delight of the Sorority Girls, Hank was actually covering his groin with both hands as he scurried into the well lit room and onto the Platform situated in the center. The raised platform contained two sturdy columns and a bench. All about were the girls in their artist smocks, standing or sitting at their easels.

The house mother grabbed a long wooden rod from somewhere and stepped onto the platform:

“I will guide you into the positions for the girls to sketch you, you will do exactly what I want and do not move until told to do so. Also, no ‘Backtalk’, this rod has more than one use.“ with that she gave him another friendly slap on his behind, this time with the rod.

“Now, stretch out on the bench on your right side, cradle your head in your right hand and put your left hand in the small of your back”. The matron poked and adjusted him with the rod to get the pose just right. Thankfully she threw a towel to cover his groin and the young artists were tactfully denied a peek of his excited manhood. He was left there for several minutes while the girls busily sketched. The pose wasn’t so bad and most of his erection began to subside…

“Enough of that, now I want you to stand between the pillars, feet shoulder width apart, shoulders back, fingers locked together behind your head.”

As Hank moved to comply he deftly moved his hand down to his crotch to slip the head of his now soft penis back safely into its pouch. That done he wasn’t too uncomfortable in the pose, but still there wasn’t much of him hidden to young girls inquisitive eyes. Then the House mother came onto the platform and began lecturing the fledgling artists on attention to detail, of bone structure and close observance of muscle tone. As she lectured she began to softly trace the lines she was describing with caresses of Hanks flesh. With a shudder of Humiliation, he sensed the new beginnings of his growing erection. He moved to look down and check for himself, but the Matron sternly admonished him not to move and held his head upright with the wooden rod under his chin; holding it with one hand while the other continued to caress him. Not only could he hear the amused teeterings from the girls, but he could feel his rising cock again peeking out of its pouch.

“This girls is why you should always use professional models for these secessions, this creature can’t even control his sexual urges in this public display. What a Filthy masculine mind he must have”! Oh well, we’ll have to make do this time, lets just ignore his condition and continue shall we.

The house mother stepped behind Hank and deftly grabbed his writs and quickly clipped them into eyehooks on the columns. As he started to protest, she stooped and grabbed his ankles and they too were fastened to the columns. As hank started to make loud verbal protest something was stuffed into his mouth and buckled in place, it was a ball-gag.

“Well Ladies”, the House Mother addressed her class, ”This ‘Filthy minded’ and ‘Naughty’ young man has made a shambles of what I planned as an innocent sketching of the human form. In the interests of getting ‘Fair Value’ from our fee, I suppose we shall proceed in a different direction…”

Meanwhile Hank was undulating against his bonds, putting on quite the show with his sleek and muscular body and emitting unintelligible sounds as he furtively tried to bypass the restrictions of the ‘Ball Gag’. The House Mother casually placed herself directly behind her now captive subject as she pulled a pair of scissors from her apron. She gently gave a little nip with her teeth to Hanks shoulder, followed by a quick poke of her tongue into his right ear and whispered softly:

“My name is ’Clarissa’, and we should get to know each other much better, don’t you think?”

With that said, she reached around to grasp Hank by the scrotum through the flimsy material of his G-string. and with a firm tug captured his full attention:

“Nod your head up and down if you agree”; she continued applying greater and firmer pressure with her grasp of his testicles, gradually increasing his pain until he had no choice but to comply with a nod of his head …

Clarissa released her grasp of Hank and guided the scissors carefully under the taut string of his tiny garment. One snip of the scissors and a gentle tug of assistance sent the G-String and pouch to the floor at the feet of Hank. Amidst the thunderous jeers and applause of the aspiring artists, Hanks engorged manhood sprang forth it all its magnificent glory for the girls intimate appraisal.

“Sandra!.. you were to insure our model here was to come to us cleanly shaved, it is obvious to the whole class that he is NOT. Now you get up here and rectify the situation…one of you girls fetch a pan of warm water and a razor while Sandra uses my scissors to turn that unsightly forest of his crotch into stubble”…“Oh, and Sandra, you are going to be our female subject for the evening, so you will remove your clothing before you begin.”

With that said, the House Mother gently fingered a drop of Hanks pre-cum, drooling from the head of his pulsating penis, and put it to her lips:

“You best be very careful Sandra, This young fellow is about to explode…He does and you will be cleaning up the mess…with your tongue!”

Red faced in humiliation, Sandra shyly began to remove her clothing. It was nothing to parade around the shower room with the girls all in the Buff, but being put on display like this was an entirely different matter. She was extremely uncomfortable displaying herself like this, but she knew better than to defy the ’House Mother’…everything slowly came off revealing a luscious milky skinned beauty with ‘pouty’ 36 D breasts tipped with very prettily excited: Rosy red nipples. Sandra just couldn’t get up the courage to remove her cute little thong. She could feel her juices flowing into and soaking the thin fabric of her panties and she feared that to remove them would result in a flow of fluids down her legs for all her classmates to see.

Sandra gingerly climbed onto the platform wearing her last vestige of modesty to quickly squat between Hanks legs. Setting about her task with the scissors , she hoped House Mother would let pass her arrant panty clad body. Hank stood motionless, not wishing any accident to befall his precious manhood while being set upon by snipping scissors in the hands of a nervous young girl.

By the time the bowl of warm water, towel and razor arrived, Hanks hairy crotch had been reduced to stubble. Sandra Soaked the towel in the warm water and carefully wrapped it about Hanks rigid and seeping cock with its now conspicuously exposed : ’Balls’ sack. As Sandra keeled and waited for the hot towel to soften the stubble House Mother stepped behind her, reached down to gave a little snap to the thong that was contradicting her orders. With a shudder, Sandra knew she was in for trouble having foolishly failed to remove her last vestige of modesty.

Hurrying to finish her task, Sandra removed the towel and set about shaving away the stubble. Gently grasping Hanks throbbing cock in one hand to navigate the razor around and over his sensitive areas she failed to notice his heightened arousal brought about be her sensual attentions. With a deep groan and a spurting burst, Hank shot his load of sperm into Sandra’s Hair. Some dribbled down over her hand grasping his turgid shaft and onto the floor below. A universal moan from the audience followed by thunderous applause from the attentive audience.

“I tried to warn you about this, but you failed to take heed…now you will use your fingers and retrieve that stuff from your hair, then you will lick your fingers and hand clean of this Nasty boy’s cum and then you will lick the rest of it off the floor! Quickly now, I have more in store yfor you ‘Young Lady’ for failure to properly follow my instructions…”

Tears of Humiliation and fear swelled in Sandra’s eyes as she performed the tasks ordered to the ‘hoots’ and chiding of her Sorority sisters. She knew the worst was yet to come and it would be in full view of the whole house. The tasks completed, Sandra groveled at the feet of the House Mother, tearfully begging forgiveness and trying to explain the need of keeping her panties on.

“Enough of this foolishness from you young lady! Get those knickers off now, sop up all those juices in that stinky little cunt of yours and stuff it in your mouth. Over to the bench with you and across my knee, you’re getting the spanking you justly deserve in front of the whole sorority.”

Sandra was mortified, but she dared not deify the ’House Mother’, she had seen the results of that in other foolish girls who thought they could. Sobbing into her panties that were now filling her mouth and would muffle the voice of her pain , she took position across Clarissa’s knee. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, just as she had be trained to do. The expert spanking went on for a good five minutes and Sandra was totally unable to avoid the orgasim that ultimately forced its way from her embarrassed body to the sneering delight of her sisters. Through all this Hank hung quietly and limply in his bondage observing the punishment of Sandra. He feared however, that more was in store for him as well.

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A loud clap of the hands from the House Mother brought the class back to focus on the true subject of the art class…Hank, hanging limply in his bonds.

“Seeing as our ‘Well Paid’ model has disrupted this evenings activities with his lewd and nasty display of inability to control his base perversions we shall proceed differently. Janet, you have a strong tennis arm, you come up here and administer some proper welts to this subject’s skin so that we might sketch the effect of a punished Greek Slave. Do be careful not to break his skin, just plenty of welts will be sufficient. See that they are across his back, chest, buttocks and thighs please. Do be careful they you don’t earn the same punishement as poor Sandra here.”

“Sandra, you will wait for me in my chambers, just as you are…I have more in store for you later my dear! “

Sandra left her clothes as they lay and meekly left the room. Janet came to the platform and indeed was attired in her cute little tennis outfit having not had time to change after returning from practice. To Hanks embarrassment he of course recognized her being a tennis player himself. She gave him a evil little smirk and set about her task, mindless of his muffled screams as the lashes were applied. Janet was skilled at her task, when finished at last, Hank was covered in nice puffy red welts, but no broken skin.

Hank hung quietly between the columns for some time while the girls busily sketched. Finally the House Mother came back onto the platform holding something new in her hand, it was a tazer:

“Now Hank, you can either cooperate or we do this the hard way. I’m going to remove the gag and release you from your bonds, there will be no struggle or noise of any kind from you or I assure you that you will be totally and painfully incapacitated and my wishes carried out in spite of your efforts…be a ’Good Boy’ now.”

It was a tremendous relief to Hank to get that gag out of his mouth and he very meekly complied with his instructions. He had been tazered once in military training and he never wanted to experience that again. He soon found himself ’spread eagled’ on his back, secured firmly to the bench.

“Alright Ladies, we are done with the Sketching for this evening, but I don’t believe we are quite finished with young Hank here. I believe that he owes us something for his lewd behavior and disrupting our class so. If any of you girls would appreciate the opportunity to do a little ’Face sitting’ I’m sure Hank here is ready to oblige.”

Hank began to pull at his restraints at that remark, but Clarissa quickly reached for a full firm grip of his testicles and he quieted right down. She leaned down to again stick her tongue in Hank’s ear and whisper softly:

“You will be servicing me last and it better be your ’Best Effort.’”

Six of the girls rushed to line up at the base of the platform while the rest of the room moved in for a closer view. As each girl came onto the platform she would remove her knickers and wipe the juices of the former girl from Hanks Face, straddle his head, reach and grab a firm grip on his balls, and with a not so gentle nudge, squat and set Hank to his task. By the fourth girl, Hank again had a raging erection to the delight of all present.

The fourth girl was about to give Hank a different experience. She too, stooped to whisper in his ear, firmly gripping his scrotum:

“Sorry Hank, but I have my period …so, you are going to have to help me out. I want you to use your teeth to pull out the tampon and I want you to suck it nice and clean while you are licking me and you can give it back to me when we are done. That’s a Good Boy.”