Forced to Model for Med Students: A CMNM Story – Page 1

A homophobic college jock has a humiliating experience when he agrees to model for a medical lecture in this new CMNM story by Matty Schmatty!

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Forced to Model for Med Students: A CMNM Story – Page 1
by Matty Schmatty
Art by Doctor Odd

For most college students, it’s necessary to have a part time job or find some way to bring in a little money just to be able to afford to eat on campus. So when Dr Hussein approached Clay with a simple modeling gig, the starving student found the offer a bit unusual but he was in no position to turn it down. And why would he? Earning a few bucks with very little work required was just the type of gig Clay was seeking. All he had to do was stand in front of a classroom full of students for a one-hour lecture.  According to Dr. Hussein, Clay made the perfect modeling specimen. His broad shoulders and athletic build, kept fit by his obsession with field hockey, featured all of the attributes that Dr. Hussein needed to discuss. When the day finally rolled around, Clay met Dr. Hussein in the professor’s office before the class was set to begin.

“Good morning, Doctor,” Clay said as he walked through the office door.

“Hello, Mr. Moss. Thank you so much for showing up today.”

“My pleasure. What is it you need me to do, exactly?”

“Well, Mr. Moss. Today, I’m going to be lecturing on the human body and all I need you to do is to stand in front of the class while I lecture and use you as an example.”

“Sounds easy enough. Will I get paid before or after?”

“I will pay you once you have made it to the end of my lecture. Just do what I tell you and you should be fine.”

“Um, ok.” Clay didn’t understand what the doctor meant by doing everything he told him to do but Clay needed the money so he decided to not ask many questions.

The doctor walked out of his office and into the lecture room where his class had already taken their seats. “Good morning, class! I have a special treat for us today.” The doctor’s voice resonated through the lecture hall as Clay peeked out of the office and surveyed the room. There were at least 50 pre-med students inside, all listening to the professor with rapt attention.

Clay had done some basic modeling before; his fit, muscular body had made him popular with some of the advertising agencies in town. He liked posing and being in front of a camera. However, he had never modeled in front of so many people before. Luckily, Clay Thought to himself. I get to keep my clothes on.

“Today, we are going to have an in-depth lecture on the human body. I have brought in a special guest who is going to serve as my model for this lecture. I urge you to take excellent notes because this material will be on your final. Let’s go ahead and have our model come in. Mr. Moss, would you please come out here?”

Clay stepped through the office door and immediately felt a nervous tension in his stomach as every eye turned to him. He noticed several of the girls in the front row give him a smile as a couple of the guys in the upper levels whistled at him, causing the crown to giggle.  Clay made his way towards the lectern. Maybe this won’t be so bad, he thought. After all, he did have a way with the ladies. Maybe I can get some of their numbers after this is all said and done, his mind continued as he reached where the professor was standing.

“Hello, Mr. Moss. And thank you again for coming today. Class, say hello to our model.”

“Hellos” filled the room, along with some winks from the same girls who had smiled at him earlier. He couldn’t help but wink back as his found his confidence. Clay had always been a lady’s man, but never overtly flaunted himself around school. Sure, he had his fair share of hookups, but he tried his best to be respectful. However, the confidence boost he was starting to feel was putting him on cloud nine.

As he scanned the faces of the students, he realized neither of them looked familiar. After all, the people he tended to hang out with weren’t the pre-med type; most field hockey players were more interested in hurting people rather than fixing them.

“Mr. Moss is a fine specimen for what we will be discussing today.” Clay smiled at the class. “Let’s start with his height. How tall are you, Mr. Moss?”

“Five feet, eleven inches.”

“Excellent.” Doctor Hussein began to walk around Clay. “Class, what does increased height tell us about an individual?” A male in the back raised his hand. “Yes, Mr. Johnson?”

“That their chances of having a stroke are greatly increased.” Clay noticed the male student who answered and thought he recognized him but wasn’t sure.

“That is right, Mr. Johnson. Because Mr. Moss is over five feet, ten inches tall, studies show that he has an increased likelihood of having a stroke. What else does it tell us?”

“That he has a small penis?” The entire class, including Doctor Hussein let out laugh. Clay nervously laughed in response too, hoping they couldn’t tell how embarrassed he was. However, his body began to work against him as he felt a hint of arousal at the personal nature of the questioning.

“Haha. That has not been proven, though we may get a chance to determine that shortly.” Clay shot the doctor a nervous look, which was only returned with a knowing smile from the professor. “Does anybody know anything else that height can tell us?”

The same hand shot up as before. “Yes, Mr. Johnson.”

“That there is an increased risk of cancer.”

“Yes, especially skin cancer. Simply because the person has more skin, their chances of having skin cancer are raised.” The professor began circling Clay again. “I wonder if our model has the beginning stages of skin cancer.”

“Maybe we should find out, Doctor?” This came from the same person who the doctor called Mr. Johnson. Suddenly, Clay realized where he recognized this student from.

Mr. Johnson was actually Kyle Johnson, a member of a LGBT support group on campus. Just last month, Clay and a group of his friends had disrupted a rally held by the group. Clay remembered, now, that Kyle had been one of the main targets of their insults. Clay looked up at Kyle, who was smiling back as he realized the recognition in Clay’s eyes.

“Ah. That is a very good idea. After all, you are pre-med. What better way to learn than a first-hand examination?”

Clay glared at the professor, wondering what the doctor was going to have him to do. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long.

“Mr. Moss, why don’t you remove your jacket. That way we can examine your arms first.”

“Why? It was never part of our deal!”

The doctor leaned in close to Clay’s ear. “You want to get paid, don’t you?”

“Alright, but just my jacket. That’s it.”

“Of course, Mr. Moss. Now would you please remove your jacket so we can examine your skin?”

Clay complied with the doctor’s request, slipping his leather jacket off his left arm and then his right before tossing the jacket across the doctor’s desk. As he pulled the jacket off, he revealed to the class his toned arms, each with exquisitely defined muscles the entire length of his arm. The girls in class again smiled at him while most of the males looked on with disinterest; most except for Kyle.

As Clay pulled the last bit of his jacket off, he could see Kyle out of the corner of his eye. The fag was intently staring at Clay with sly smile on his face. It was a smile that let Clay know that he was going push the doctor for more.

“Very nice, Mr. Moss. We can definitely see that our model works out on a regular basis.”

Suddenly, the feeling of every eye in the class being on him began to excite him. He didn’t know why it was happening but he felt the all-too-familiar twitching in his pants as his cock came to life. He rocked uncomfortably on his heels, hoping the feeling didn’t progress. He tried pushing the of excitement out of his head as tuned his ears back to the doctor.

“Now, let’s examine the upper limbs of our model.” The doctor gently grabbed Clay’s left arm and raised it above his head. He then, ever so slightly, ran his fingers up and down Clay’s arm, as if he were truly giving him an exam. The doctor’s back was to the class so they didn’t see when he smiled and winked at Clay. Clay’s body continued to betray him as his cock continued to twitch. He could feel the growth against his leg as the doctor touched his arm.

“By taking a brief look, I am able to determine that our model does not have any early signs of melanoma.” The doctor turned back to face his class. “Can somebody tell me what some signs of skin cancer may be?”

“Perhaps a mole that has become dark?” The answer came from a female in the front row. Clay took note of how attractive she was, only causing the problem in his pants to become worse.

“Precisely. A darkened mole is one of the main signs of skin cancer. I can tell that our model does not have any moles on his arms.”

“But moles can develop on any part of the body, can’t they doctor?” Kyle chimed in again. It was as if he was pushing the doctor further.

“Ah. True again, Mr. Johnson. What exactly do you suggest?”

“I feel it would only be right to make sure our patient has a thorough examination.”

“Yes. Yes. Well then, Mr. Moss. Let us have you take your shirt off.”

Clay definitely didn’t like where this was going. He was having the hardest time being able to control his body has the thought of showing even more skin to this group of strangers progressed in his mind. He had to get out of this somehow.

“No, Doctor. I refuse to do that and you can’t make me.”

“Aw, Mr. Moss.” Again, he leaned into Clay’s ear. “Do I need to remind you that you agreed to do everything I asked you to?”

“No, sir.” Clay hung his head in embarrassment.

“I don’t like asking twice, Mr. Moss.”

“Yes, sir.” Again, Clay complied with the professor’s request.

Luckily, he was only wearing a t-shirt so it didn’t require muck work. However, it increased his embarrassment because it exposed him more than he was comfortable with. As he lifted the shirt over his head, the class got its first look at the defined chest of their model. An audible gasp crossed the room as Clay dropped his shirt on the floor.

“Very nice, Mr. Moss. I must say, it doesn’t look like you have much fat on your body. That’s a very good thing.”

Clay could only nod at the remarks from the doctor. He had never felt so exposed in all of his life. Nor had he ever felt more aroused. He could see where the line of questioning was going and he feared what was going to be asked of him next.

“Tell me, Mr. Moss. How often do you work out?”

“Um,” Clay looked around him nervously. “Maybe 3 times a week.”

“Really, then how do you stay so fit?” The doctor was running his hands over Clay’s chest and back, still making out as if he were examining him for skin cancer.

“I play field hockey every weekend.” Clay shivered as chills went up his spine and down to his groin, causing more twitching in his cock.

“Nice. Very nice. Tell me, class, by being so fit and in shape, what has Mr. Moss achieved?”

“He will likely not develop diabetes or any disease like it.” This again came from a female in the front row.

“Precisely. Because of the lack of body fat, Mr. Moss’s body is in better shape to fight off most diseases the obese people encounter.”

The doctor continued his exam in silence for several moments, running his fingers up and down the top half of Clay’s body. Though the uneasy feeling of being the object of the gaze of every eye in the room was still present, quickly becoming more prominent was the feeling of arousal at the attention his body was receiving from the professor. The goosebumps across his skin translated into growth in his cock as each gentle touch fell on his body. If Clay didn’t know any better, he would have thought that the doctor was purposefully provoking this response from his body.

“I believe it is safe to say that the top portion of Mr. Moss’s body is free from any traces of skin cancer.” The doctor shot a knowing smile are Clay. “So what would you suggest we do next?”

Unsurprisingly at this point, Kyle’s hand shot up again. “We should continue the exam to his lower extremities.” Kyle had now moved down to the front row as if he were enjoying this more than mere educational purposes.

“I would concur with that statement, Mr. Johnson. After all, skin cancer will often show itself on the lower extremities first. What do you say, Mr. Moss? Let’s have you take your pants off now.”

“But doctor. That is definitely not what I signed up for.” Clay fidgeted with his pants, trying to hide the soon to be unmistakable bulge in his pants. “I don’t have to put up with this.”

“Aw, come on Clay,” Kyle said from the front row. “You’re not scared, are you?”

“Shut the hell up, you faggot!”

“Now, now Mr. Moss. There will be none of that in my classroom. Now are you going to take your pants off or not? Remember, you only get paid if you stay till the end of my lecture.”

“But, Doctor,” Clay tried to object.

“Now, son. I don’t want to ask you again.”

Clay refused to admit defeat with his words. Instead, he reluctantly complied as he unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans and pushed his pants down. Leaning over with his hand on the ground, he feared what the response would be when he stood up. He was glad he had worn his loose-fitting boxers, today. Perhaps nobody would notice his hardening cock the still laid against his leg.

Standing up, he placed both of his hands in front of his cock in an effort to hide his arousal. The catcalls soon came from the class as they enjoyed the view of Clay standing in front of them with only his red boxers and white socks. Looking around the room, Clay could see that the entire class had started to enjoy themselves at his expense. Especially Kyle, who taunted Clay by licking his lips and winking several times.

“Very good, Mr. Moss, and thank you for your cooperation.” The Doctor knelt down and traced his fingers up and down each leg by placing one hand on the front of his leg and the other on his calf and working his way up.

Since Clay was facing the class, nobody but Clay noticed when the doctor squeezed his firm ass and grasped it for a few seconds before moving to the other leg. “I don’t see any sign on our model’s body of any traces of skin cancer. In fact, Mr. Moss, I believe you to be in excellent health and in pristine condition. Your legs are especially muscular and it’s evident you have excellent bone health. I do, however, want you to do something for me. In order to get a full idea of how fit you are, I need you to extend your arms out from your body.”

Clay definitely didn’t want to comply with this request. He could now feel his dick pressing against his hands as he attempted to conceal his arousal. In fact, he was sure that, if he moved his hands, everyone would know how excited this whole ordeal has made him. Perhaps if Kyle Johnson wasn’t in the class, it may be different.

Clay knew that, if word of his arousal were to spread, he wouldn’t be able to show his face around his friends anymore. His reputation of being a straight manly man would go out the window along with his friends’ willingness to be around him. He couldn’t let that happen; he refused to let the happen.

“No. I don’t need the money that bad. I refuse to do that.”

“Aw, Mr. Moss. Don’t you know that it’s never been about the money? Now, if you fail to comply with my request, I will be forced to turn you into the dean’s office for the abuse towards Mr. Johnson at the hands of you and your friends. If that happens, they will pull your athletic scholarship and you will be expelled from this school. Now, what do you wish to do?”

Clay couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Had he been set up by the doctor and Kyle? Was this whole ordeal an attempt to humiliate him? What was he to do? He couldn’t get kicked out of school; his parents would disown him.

Slowly, his tense arms gave way to relaxation as he moved his hands from his cock. Immediately, his cock bounced up, the thin fabric of his boxers no able to restrain it. Though it was still hidden from direct view, there was no hiding his arousal. Instantly, sounds of gasping and cheers filled the room as the class realized what Clay had been trying to hide.

Perhaps the strongest cheerer was Kyle, himself. His knowingly smiled at Clay. “Nice, Mr. Moss. Very nice indeed. I guess we now know the answer to the earlier question. Being tall does not necessarily mean you have a small penis. Now, I must say. I have not finished my exam of your skin to see if you have skin cancer. There is one last area we must check and I dare say you won’t want to do it.”

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