My Bullies - Chapter Twenty-Five

The mall's main corridor was a blur of shoppers as they headed toward the exit, Ethan's legs wobbly from the photo booth ordeal, the printed strips burning a hole in Caleb's pocket. His shorts chafed against his smooth, shaved skin, pre-cum making the fabric stick uncomfortably. The group laughed about the teens' reactions, replaying Diego's video on mute, but Ethan walked in silence, face still flaming, cock half-hard from the constant humiliation.

On the way out, Mason spotted it first—an art supply store with a sign in the window: "Live Painting Class – Nude Model Wanted! All Ages 18+ Welcome. Starting Now!"

Caleb's eyes lit up. He grabbed Ethan's arm, steering him toward the door. "Opportunity," he muttered, dragging Ethan inside despite his whispered protests.

The class was small—about a dozen young women and men, early 20s, easels set up in a semicircle, paints and brushes ready. The instructor, a middle-aged woman with a bohemian vibe, looked up. "Can I help you?"

Caleb pushed Ethan forward. "He's volunteering to model. Nude. Right, Ethan?"

Ethan's mouth went dry. "I— no, I can't—"

Caleb's look—smoldering, commanding—made him crumble. "Yes," Ethan whispered. "I'll do it."

The class murmured excitedly; the instructor nodded. "Perfect! We needed a model. Strip down and pose on the platform. Hold still for an hour."

The bullies retreated to the door, phones out, filming discreetly, stifling laughs.

Ethan's hands shook as he peeled off his hoodie, then shoved down the shorts—naked, smooth shaved body on full display. His cock twitched to life under the stares, pre-cum beading at the tip. He stepped onto the low platform, assuming a simple pose—arms at sides, legs slightly apart—leaking steadily as the class began sketching and painting.

Whispers filled the room: "Look at how smooth he is," "He's already hard—kinky model," "That leak... is he enjoying this?" Young women giggled; men smirked, brushes flying. Ethan stood there for the full hour, body trembling, cock throbbing painfully, pre-cum dripping onto the platform in a small puddle. The exposure was max—every eye on his shaved hole, balls, leaking shaft. He nearly came from the shame alone, but held back, tears pricking his eyes.

The bullies by the door filmed it all, laughing under their breath, zooming in on his humiliation.

When the hour ended, the instructor thanked him; the class clapped. Ethan dressed quickly, face burning, cock still aching denied.

The group left, Caleb slinging an arm around him. "Good sissy," he whispered. "Burner's gonna love this clip."