Date: Thu, 28 Mar 2024 20:32:49 +0000 From: J. Forrester Subject: Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies - Chapter Seven Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional. It contains graphic sexual content which the author does not endorse. Practice sex safely and legally. Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies Chapter 07: Miles Meets Martin Part Two, All Penises Great and Small APRIL 2024 (cont.) INFINITESIMAL Having seen Miles naked and hard, Martin appreciated the ingenuity of Mr Wainwright's scheme to humiliated him again. Martin had a tiny cock and Miles, a good eight years younger than him (he guessed), had a massive cock. The disparity would be mortifying as the modelling session continued on picture and film. Martin stood up and started with his socks; his bare feet were big and veiny. Next Martin removed the borrowed tie and then the shirt came undone and was pulled off too. Miles was not invited to reciprocate the favour of undressing his partner. Rather, Miles was able to stand back and watch, meanwhile Martin faced the certainty of his exposure and humiliation in front of the boy. Indeed, Martin was almost asked to slow down; the speed with which he was stripping (to get it over and done with) was almost too hasty for a satisfying video narrative. Almost but not quite. Martin's toplessness impressed Miles – the man was in his mid-twenties and clearly in good shape. He was muscular but not overly so, he had chest hair but wasn't hairy. Martin was by far more attractive and had a physique that was better than just average. As Martin dropped his trousers, he revealed legs that were athletic but by far the best part of the reveal was the underpants that were white with blue and pink dots on them. "They look like they belong to a teenage boy," Mr Wainwright chuckled knowingly. Mr Wainwright did know, but not because he had orchestrated anything. Mr Wainwright simply knew the boys of St. Mervyn Poshford and this was the kind of thing they'd do to the man; the school uniform and the embarrassing underpants could only have come from a jester at the school. The briefs were tiny and humiliating, biting into Martin's thighs and barely containing his ample butt cheeks. Also, Martin's pubes erupted from the top of the waistband. What interested Miles the most was the mystery because, despite the tightness, he couldn't see how big Martin's dick was. It must be tucked down, Miles assumed. "Stop," Avery said as Martin reached for the briefs. "Miles, kneel down and pull Martin's pants down very slowly," Mr Wainwright said. Miles was delighted to have something to do. Still hard (very hard), he knelt down and hooked fingers into the waistband of the childish briefs. Miles dragged his hands down and the briefs slipped to fully expose a nice bush of pubes but Miles's mouth fell open as the man's willy came into view. It was the size of a prawn (and not a king size prawn) – a tiny 5cm (2 inch) stack about the size of an AA battery. Miles had paused the pantsing – paused in shock by the pathetic reveal of the mortifyingly embarrassing penis. The only consolation was Martin's balls were a juicy ball of goods - filled to the brim with spunk. Finally recovering, Miles dragged the briefs to the floor and Martin stepped out of his underpants. "What do you think Miles?" Mr Wainwright asked with a hint of humour in his voice. "It's so small," Miles said thoughtlessly. Martin cringed as the boy said it, while Mr Wainwright and Avery chuckled. The naked, big-dicked teenager looked disgusted by the tiny, limp little prick between Martin's legs. Either that or Miles felt sad for the man, which was mortifying for different reasons. Miles reached out and prodded the tiny penis with his index finger which was longer than the dick itself. Martin's penis was nearly half the size of the average limp penis and if Martin felt this humiliated with his flaccid dick, he dreaded to think what it would be like once the teenager saw him hard. "Make it hard," Mr Wainwright said. It was as if Mr Wainwright had read Martin's mind, or he was just predictable. Martin took the small dick between his thumb and fingers and despite the mortification of being pictured and filmed, naked, with a naked boy with the biggest dick he'd had ever seen, Martin felt exhilarated and excited. Martin could hear the click of the camera as Mr Wainwright moved around to capture him from various angles from front to left to right, and up views, down views and centre views. Avery also stalked around Martin, and their husband, as they captured Martin's efforts to get hard. "Are you having trouble getting it up, honey?" Avery asked bitchily. Mr Wainwright smirked and Miles made a move to catch Martin's attention. The naked boy proceeded to touch himself in an effort to excite the man. It was a nice gesture but the asexual man was less excited by the sight of a boy with a massive cock than his own exposure and the exposure of the aforementioned teenager. Martin's dick finally got hot and hard after several minutes. Once it was fully erect, it was nearly hard to tell it had changed. "Is that it?" Miles asked earnestly. He hadn't intended to be insulting but he was looking at an 8 cm (3.2 inch) dick. "It's very small isn't, Miles?" Mr Wainwright said. "Martin, you're an English teacher. What are some synonyms for small?" "Minute, diminutive, little, miniscule, petite, tiny, brief, microscopic..." Martin offered a litany of defamatory words for his manhood; "...infinitesimal." "Excellent," Avery murmured over the viewfinder of their camera. "Put it in your mouth, Miles," Mr Wainwright said. Miles gasped at the idea of sucking a dick. It was something he had never done before – never sucked and never been sucked – and he'd hardly imagined his first time would be with something so... infinitesimal. "Miles, have you never sucked a dick before?" Avery asked. Miles shook his head. "Your first time? How exciting," Avery commented. Miles knelt and felt butterflies as he contemplated sucking the little thing. This was meant to be a modelling session, clearly one orchestrated to highlight the difference between big and small, but the filming and photography of his naked arousal with a man was increasingly erotic. Miles leaned in and opened his mouth. He was able to swallow the small dick with ease. He suckled on it the same way he would an ice pole. The shaft was really too short for Miles to move his head back and forth on it and when he sucked too hard he found Martin's balls hoovered into his mouth too. Miles didn't look when he heard the sound of the camera taking size-view pictures of the tiny penis pressed between his lips, with his nose brushing pubic hairs of a clearly masculine lower abdomen. It took practice to simply ignore photographers or artists as they examined your features. Miles found it especially difficult to ignore Avery because they were filming him with a dick in his face. What if people he knew saw him sucking a succulent little wiener? Ignoring his anxiety about how confidential the video or photos would remain, Miles slurped on the dicklette and testicles. Miles had little experience with sex so it was mere instinct that made him drop his mouth beneath the scrotum and slurp on the sagging balls. "You two are so cute," Mr Wainwright interjected. "Why don't you stand up, side by side." Miles spat out the sloppy slug of male meat and stood up, with Martin looking thoroughly ashamed that his tiny dick had just been sucked by a Sixth Form schoolboy. Miles had different feelings – he'd just sucked a dick for the first time so he was as hard as could be. Standing side by side, the pair were recorded and photographed. The man with an erection just over 3 inches in length and the boy with a massive dick that now topped nine inches. "Now face each other," Mr Wainwright directed. Avery moved behind Marcus as they continued to film the mortifying modelling disaster. Face to face and dick to dick, Martin found himself about nine inches away from the boy. "Martin, tell miles how infinitesimal your little dick is," Mr Wainwright asked. "My penis is only 3.2 inches," Martin confessed. "And Miles, how massive is your cock?" Mr Wainwright asked. "My raging hard-on is nine inches," Miles admitted. Even bigger than it was three months ago. "Nine... nine inches?" Martin repeated, agog. "That's nearly three times the size of your dick, Martin," Avery smirked. "Isn't that funny?" Martin didn't laugh and Miles was trying not to be cruel but it was amusing and ego boosting to see a man with a smaller cock. Most men had smaller cocks than him but Martin's was a lot smaller. "Miles... will you let Martin put that tiny thing inside you?" Mr Wainwright enquired. "You want him to have sex with me?" Miles asked excitedly and Mr Wainwright nodded. "And we want to film it," Mr Wainwright added. "Ok," Miles agreed. EXTRA VIRGIN Martin was not actually asked if he agreed to be penetrated but his consent was assumed and he could have said no. Martin didn't want to say no and wouldn't have if asked, but still it was a reminder of Martin's place in things. Mr Wainwright had chosen not to ask Martin to enhance his humiliation and to ensure he knew his lowly place in the scheme of things. "Miles, go to the bed and bend over it," Mr Wainwright said. Miles padded across the soft carpet to the bed and leaned over it until his chest was flat on the soft surface and he was bend over at 90 degrees. His legs were slightly parted so the three men in the room could still see his big dick and juicy balls between his thighs. Martin meanwhile was directed towards lube at the side of the room which he collected and squirted onto his hand to rub onto his dinky dick. Martin made it very slick though he knew that the diminutive size meant it needn't be so greasy – it should just slip right inside the boy. While Martin did this, Mr Wainwright and Avery took the opportunity to admire Miles' tiny ass. The pert, hairless globes abutted a smooth and boyish back as well as velvety, silky thighs of bare skin. As Martin approached Miles's petite ass, he felt a pang of reticence. He'd never done this before, least of all considered doing it with a boy who must be eight years younger than his own twenty-six years. Martin had of course masturbated and fingered himself and played with himself in many ways including with sex toys. However, he suspected the real flesh of a living person would be different from a fleshlight. Martin put his palms flat on the pert cheeks of Miles' behind and parted them again to look at the hole. He stepped even closer and stroked his little boner up and down the crack. Martin's dick was about as long as his middle finger and as thick as his thumb. He pressed the stubby dick between the cheeks of Miles' virgin ass and rolled it around the crack until he found the yielding rim of the sphincter. Miles gasped and gripped the sheets. He had never done this before and didn't know what to expect. He had always imagined his first time would be with someone special and, no offense to Martin because he seemed like a nice man, with a substantially bigger dick then three and a half inches. Then Miles had discovered watching porn, modelling, nude modelling and the money to be made from showing artists his big boyhood. Miles felt a stiff prod at his asshole and tried to relax as the hard dick was pushed inside. It might not have been long but it was slippery and firm. After a few seconds, the only sound in the room coming from the click of Mr Wainwright's camera, Miles felt the connection of a man's pelvis against his bum. "Is it in?" Miles asked. Mr Wainwright and Avery laughed and Martin blushed. "Your teeny weeny is so small, Miles couldn't even tell if you were inside him," Mr Wainwright scolded Martin. Martin responded by pulling back two inches and then pushing in again, his groin making a slapping noise against Miles's ass. Martin ignored the insults... well, that wasn't quite true. Martin wasn't turned on by men or women or boys but he was turned on by humiliation. Verbal degradation was exciting and made him very hard indeed. Fucking the hole of the beautiful boy with a massive cock using his small prick was wonderfully embarrassing. "Maybe you could lie on the bed, Miles?" Mr Wainwright prompted. The direction allowed Avery to film Martin pulling out and then Miles turning around – his big willy smacking Martin's little penis. Miles sat on the edge of the bed and then lay back, grabbing his legs behind his thighs and pulled his legs back and open. Martin's new view as he aimed to fuck Miles again was of the boyish chest and gigantic cock. Martin again pushed his dick into the hairless hole and now Miles could really feel it. As much as the men wanted to mortify Martin, Miles was enjoying his first time. He could feel the dick sliding inside him, spreading his sphincter pleasurably, and prodding his insides like a finger on the button. Miles moaned and Martin looked almost surprised that he had made the boy so ecstatic. Around them, Mr Wainwright and Avery continued to record the encounter. Martin grabbed Miles' ankles and took control over the boy's legs. They were lovely, long and smooth. Impulsively, Martin kissed the soles of Miles's feet and then rested the legs on his shoulders as he continued to thrust. Martin had to be careful not to pull out too much because he didn't have much to pull out. Miles meanwhile, lay back, putting his arms behind his head to grab the sheet and exposing his pits in the process. Martin was getting closer to orgasm now and he was shiny with sweat and exertion. "Slow down, Martin. It's not time yet," Mr Wainwright warned. "In fact, why don't you pull out?" Martin obeyed and gently lowered Miles' legs until they dropped to the floor. Miles sat up – disappointed he wasn't being fucked anymore and sporting a sticky, silvery smear across his abdomen from where precum had leaked. His big cock had jumped and sipped across his thin tummy as he was penetrated. "Miles... would you liked to return the favour?" Mr Wainwright asked. Miles and Martin looked at him. "You mean..." Miles said. "You're going to let him..." Martin spoke over him. "Only if you want to," Miles turned to Martin. "I mean, you can," Martin said at the same time. "So it's settled," Mr Wainwright said gleefully. Miles stood up and was offered lube while Martin lay on the edge of the bed in the same position Miles had taken. He could have lay on the bed on his side, hiding his manhood, while Miles spooned and fucked him. However, Martin wanted to see the boy coming and he wanted to see that massive, fascinating cock. Moreover, deep down, he knew he wanted Mr Wainwright to photograph him (and Avery to film him) with his tiny dick exposed as a gigantic cock tore inside him. Miles stroked his cock and Avery would have been content just to watch the teenager wanking himself. The boy needed two hands to do it justice and the long, fat, heavy cock was just wonderfully incongruous for such a thin boy. "Come on Miles," Mr Wainwright beckoned him. Miles' cock swayed as he walked to the foot of the bed and stood in front of Martin who pulled his legs up and exposed his hole. It wasn't totally smooth, rather it was ringed with wiry hair but the pink ring in the middle was a pinched orifice just waiting to be entered. Miles pressed the tip of his cock against it and was very gentle as he pressed inside. Miles knew he couldn't just ram his cock into the hole because it was too big and the hole was surprisingly tight. Miles was patient and careful, letting the sphincter spread and soften, accommodating the foreign object until it was almost pulled inside. The head of his cock slipped in and then another inch. Miles kept pushing until five inches was inside the man. Five inches was more than Martin had. Five inches was what Miles measured when he was soft. Miles pulled back and then pushed in again. His fucking was much more impressive than Martin's effort had been. Inches and inches entered and retracted with the long shaft advancing like a piston and disappearing as if by magic. Miles pushed six and then seven inches into the man. "Oh my fucking god!" Martin cried out. Miles smiled delightedly that he had made a man so happy. Both Mr Wainwright and Avery moved closer to photograph or film the invasion of Martin's hole. Martin and Miles were breathing heavily, each of them excited and getting closer to cumming. Martin leaked precum in an embarrassing shoot of fluid that almost looked like he wet himself. "I... I never knew it would feel like this," Martin confessed. Martin knew what he was confessing. Martin knew Mr Wainwright would read between the lines and only humiliate him further with this titbit of information. "You never knew..." Mr Wainwright repeated and then it dawned on him what it was Martin had just admitted. "Martin, were you a virgin?" "Yes..." Martin confessed. "Holy shit, for real?" Miles asked, his voice excited and high. "Yes. Yes, I was a virgin," Martin said and Miles continued to fuck him. "So was I," Miles reciprocated kindly. "You were?" Martin asked, looking Miles in the eye. "Yea. You were my first time," Miles said. "Well, Martin is so small you don't need to count it if you don't want to," Avery teased. "You were a virgin and you're how old, Martin?" Mr Wainwright asked. "Twenty six," Martin replied. "A twenty six year old virgin," Mr Wainwright repeated. "It's not totally embarrassing, I suppose." Martin was surprised Mr Wainwright was letting him off so easily. He had expected to be humiliated. "It's more embarrassing to be fucked by a schoolboy," Mr Wainwright suggested. "Do you like being fucked by a schoolboy, Martin?" "I like being fucked by Miles," Martin replied evasively. "Why?" Avery asked. "Because he's so big... it's so big," Martin gasped. "I'm not just any schoolboy," Miles said as he got very close to cumming. "No?" Mr Wainwright asked. "I'm a virgin schoolboy," Miles piled on the debauchery. Martin moaned loudly. "In fairness, Miles..." Mr Wainwright replied. "Most fifteen year old boys are virgins." Fifteen?! Martin's face was totally worth it! The disgusting reveal. "How old? You were wearing a Sixth Former tie," Martin protested. "You were so big, I assumed you were eighteen." OMFG! The teenager was still fucking him! "I'll be sixteen in November," Miles responded defensively as he ploughed into Martin's asshole. "It's April!" Martin protested and then grunted with the force of being pounded. "Look at him, he's petite and almost hairless," Mr Wainwright pointed out. "I thought you trimmed and shaved," Martin explained. It was hard to explain himself because the big dicked boy was still fucking his ass. "I don't trim or shave," Miles replied. Now that Martin knew the truth, it was obvious. Miles was so boyish. He was skinny and cute with a lovely little bellybutton; the hairs above his penis and in his pits was meagre; and, his chest and legs and back were totally smooth. "Oh god, I think I'm going to cum," announced Miles. "Pull out and cum on Martin," Mr Wainwright said. Miles complied just in time. He pulled out and Martin's legs fell to the floor with a thump as spunk erupted from Miles's cock. It rained down on Martin's body, showering his chest and abdomen, with splashes even reaching Martin's chin. Drenched in teenage boy cum, Martin could barely move. It wasn't the cum that made it hard to move but the ass-fucking from a nine inch cock. Martin had just watched a Year 11 boy masturbate and ejaculate. The teenager had been inside him. Moreover, Martin had had sex with the boy. "That was wonderful," Avery enthused. "Yes, absolutely fantastic," Mr Wainwright agreed. "Though Miles should have been more honest about his age before all this started." Miles was a little hurt by this – it wasn't his fault. Mr Wainwright knew quite nicely how old he was when he set him up with Martin. "I think Miles should be punished," Mr Wainwright continued. Miles didn't like the sound of that. "With a spank on the bare bum," Mr Wainwright concluded. Ok, Miles was open to trying it. CORPORAL PUNISHMENT Miles climbed off Martin and they sat next to each other in contemplation. Would Miles really let Martin spank him? "Get over Martin's knee," Miles look suitably admonished, standing up while Martin shuffled to the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor and his upper body at a right angle to his thighs. Martin's dinky little willy stuck up from his groin. Miles was still naked and his warm body lay across Martin's thighs, his massive swinging cock and balls were between Martin's legs while his bum was proffered to the man. The big dick was still moist and sloppy with lube and jizz, which smeared on Martin's leg as the teenager got into position. Miles' dick was so big, the head was rubbing against Martin's calve. Martin gazed at the perfect globes, hairless long legs extending from the bald buttocks and his smooth back extending in the opposite direction. Miles could feel Martin's hard-on (such as it was) against his left hip and his arms were extended towards his head. "Go on Martin, spank him," Mr Wainwright directed. Martin patted one cheek and then the other, each strike was little more than an experimental tap. "In the old days, teachers used to spank unruly schoolboys," Avery chuckled. Martin slapped Miles's cheeks again, this time harder. Not enough to sting but the sound of the fleshy abuse was evident this time. "Would you like that Martin? Would you like to spank boys at school when they misbehaved?" Mr Wainwright enquired. "Yes," Martin agreed – certain it was the answer Mr Wainwright wanted. Equally, Martin was certain he did not wish corporal punishment to be available in reality. It seemed as if all pretence of this being a modelling session had been abandoned, but Martin had known from the start this was really just about mortifying him even more. Did Miles also enjoy humiliation, he wondered? Martin slapped Miles again and when the boy wiggled he could feel Martin's moist, leaking dick leaving a streak of sticky stuff on his skin. Martin could feel a semi-hard (but still magnificently big) cock hitting his calve. The boy was so big, it wasn't fair. "Do you think the boys should be naked when you spank them?" Mr Wainwright prodded. "Yes," Martin agreed more enthusiastically this time. It wasn't fair that this fifteen year old got to have a gigantic nine inch cock while a grown man was stuck with a puny 3.4 inch nub of a dick. Martin slapped Miles harder this time and he yelped. "Oh, you're starting to like it, aren't you?" Mr Wainwright asked. "Yes," Martin and Miles answered together. Before spanking him again, Martin rubbed the cheeks, feeling the soft, malleable buttocks beneath his big hands. Then he raised his hand and slapped Miles again. Miles yelped and Martin brought his hand down in a series of slaps to each cheek in turn. The percussion of rear reprimanding became faster and Miles found his dick swinging against Martin's legs, his arms and legs flailing as he was chastised. Martin had known for a long time that he was essentially asexual but discovering he got off on humiliation had been a revelation. Now he could add spanking to the list of things that turned him on. Miles humping his lap, thrusting and already jizzed cock into his leg was very pleasurable. However, it was the sensation of Miles's bare skin rubbing against Martin's dick that made the man really excited. Miles's skin was stinging and turning red now, but the slaps continued to clap against his cheeks. Miles knew Martin could have hit him harder – Martin was going easy on him – but it was still sore, but in a pleasurable way. Miles thought he might cum again any second. "I think that's enough," Mr Wainwright decided. "Have you learned you lesson about lying, Miles?" "Yes," Miles replied sheepishly as he stood up and rubbed his sore bum. "Do you want to cum, Martin?" Mr Wainwright asked. "Yes!" Martin replied breathlessly after exerting himself with tanning Miles's butt. Martin he reached for his little dick. "Miles, why don't you suck Martin's cock until he cums in your mouth?" Mr Wainwright interjected. Martin looked at Miles who turned to face him. The nine inch cock was back to full mast and was too heavy to stick straight out so it sagged and dipped. Martin imagined Miles's sweet face dipping over his groin as his lips wrapped around his dick. But Miles was just a boy, he couldn't do that. "Ok," Miles agreed. KISSING BOYS Before Martin could object, which was unlikely, Miles dropped to the floor and lifted the 3.2 inch shaft. Miles took it into his mouth and began to suck and slurp on the slimy little pole. It was slimy with precum that tasted nice. Miles's head bobbed up and down but the blow job was, in the end, the work of minutes. Martin had already been horny and close to the edge. When he shot into Miles's mouth, the boy gulped it but kept it in his mouth. There was a lot more cum than he had expected. The spunk of the man with a tiny cock was coating Miles' tongue. "Do you know what snowballing is?" Mr Wainwright asked for he could see Miles hadn't brought himself to swallow the gunge yet. Miles looked at him and nodded. Cum dribbled out his mouth and Mr Wainwright photographed it. Miles stood up and climbed onto the bed, straddling Martin. With his face over Martin's, Miles opened his mouth enough for jizz to spill out. Miles didn't quite spit it in Martin's face but Martin could feel his own hot, fresh cum dropping onto his nose and chin. Miles lowered his head and tilted, then kissed Martin. After a second, their mouths opened and cum moved from Miles's mouth to Martin's. Martin could taste his own cum, mixed with the mouth juices of the boy. Martin closed his eyes as he kissed the fifteen year old boy whose mouth was full of cum. The pictures taken on Mr Wainwright's camera were glorious. Meanwhile, the video was degrading, disgusting and magnificent; Avery was a talented artist when it came to film and they were proud of the result of their art. The boy was feeding a stream of warm, sticky, stringy ejaculate into the face of a man; the kissing resulted in jizz running out the corner of Martin's mouth and then there was the beautiful press of the thin teenage body against the man beneath him. It was the video that really captured the erotica. The sound of wet, gross, cum-tainted lips smacking as the spunk passed between them. "You're hard again, Miles," Mr Wainwright commented. "Yes," Miles agreed. "You can jerk off if you want," Avery offered a solution. Miles, being young and excited, needed no further prompting. He stood up and started jerking. Miles used both hands to stroked the massive shaft of meat. "Martin will help you," Mr Wainwright said. Miles was standing up and Martin was still sitting at the edge of the bed. Miles turned to him and removed one hand so he could jerk it one handed and leave ample space for Martin to jerk him too. Martin's hand wrapped around the thick slab of erect flesh and pulled on it. Martin still nursed jealousy of the big dicked teen but Miles was a nice boy. Martin could see why Mr Wainwright liked him and why his peer would pair them together. The aesthetics of big and small were undeniably appealing. Unprompted, Martin squatted to kiss the head of Miles's cock and then wrapped lips around the head. Martin suckled the spongy head (again) but it felt different this time. The first time, Martin hadn't known Miles was only fifteen. This time, Martin knowing sucked the teenager while wanking him and while Miles also wanked himself. Thus, Martin was miles away (pun intended) when Miles blasted cum into his face. A heavy, liquidy load burst into Martin's face, splashing in all directions. Martin opened his mouth as another burst of tangy teenage jizz jumped forward and within a few seconds, Martin's mouth was swimming with a pool of semen. Martin swallowed and Miles squeezed every last drop from his cock. "Very good. That was very good," Mr Wainwright. "Why don't you two have a nice cuddle?" Mr Wainwright suggested. Martin stood up and embraced Miles, feeling the boy against his manly chest; Miles felt his manly cock against Martin's boyish peen. Miles's giant hose of meat pressed into Martin's leg again but he didn't feel disgruntled about it this time. Laying together felt quite nice. Miles had never been held like that before and neither had Martin. It was a caring and intimate moment after the hot hand heavy tableau of sexual intercourse. The pair parted when they realised they weren't being filmed anymore. Mr Wainwright's camera and Avery's recording had come to an end. ACE "Are we done?" Miles asked timidly as he separated from Martin. "Yes, Miles. You did remarkably well. Great job," Mr Wainwright complimented. The man spoke as if a perfectly normal thing had just happened. The modelling session, if it could reasonably be called that, was far from normal. "Thanks," the boy beamed happily. "Can I get dressed?" Martin was impressed by how polite and demure he was towards Mr Wainwright. Mr Wainwright was a man who more offered a veneer of authenticity as an artist, but the man had clearly known Miles was fifteen when he'd set this up. Mr Wainwright had plotted to pair Martin and his puny dick with the magnificent but young Miles. "Of course you can," Mr Wainwright replied. "I was really nervous about today when you suggested another model and what might happen, but I loved it," Miles enthused. So Miles had known what to expect too. Was Martin the only dummy in the room? Martin reached for his own clothes but was admonished. "No-one said you can get dressed yet, Martin," Avery said haughtily. Avery had an androgenous appearance, but a bitchy tone to their voice that was accompanied with an expression somewhere between a smirk and a sneer. No wonder Marcus Wainwright liked (and presumably loved) them. "Why can't I get dressed?" Martin asked and he heard himself sound like a whining teenager. "Miles was naked before you. You got to be fully clothed while he was totally exposed to you," Mr Wainwright said. "Seems only fair you return the favour." Martin folded his arms sheepishly in front of him, trying to hide himself a little without looking like he was hiding himself. His hands passed across his groin to hide his waning erection that was beginning to shrink. He stood like that while Miles got dressed. "I'll arrange your fee to be transferred to you later," Mr Wainwright told Miles. "Fee?" Martin asked. Miles was now dressed in his school trousers with cute, bare feet sticking out the bottom. His shirt was on too but not tucked in or buttoned up so his chest and tummy were still within sight. "Yea," Miles replied as he turned to look at the naked man. "Obviously I don't model for free." Martin could see Miles supressing a giggle as he looked at him. The boy must have thought Martin was pathetic. "Obviously," Martin agreed. "Martin models for free," Mr Wainwright couldn't resist telling the room. "He just likes to strip off and pose like that..." The man waved his hand vaguely Martin. "Really? With that thing?" Martin asked tactlessly. "Oh, I mean... there's nothing wrong with... you know..." "What, Miles? Nothing wrong with what?" Avery encouraged. "Oh. Never mind," Miles tried to backtrack. Miles had buttoned up his shirt but stuffed the school tie into his pocket and was now pulling his socks on. "Martin likes to humiliate himself, Miles," Mr Wainwright told the boy. "At the start of the Autum Term, he modelled naked for my art class." "Really?" Miles asked with intrigue. Miles loved modelling and was gradually getting comfortable with modelling naked (and after today with being filmed having sex) but modelling at a school? "Oh yes. Martin was just starting as a teacher at St. Mervyn Poshford's School when he modelled for the Year 13's," Mr Wainwright revealed. "Wait! You modelled nude at the school where you teach?!" Miles asked Martin. Martin looked ashamed – actually, he looked away because he was so embarrassed. "Miles asked you a question," Avery said. "Yes. I modelled bare naked at the school where I teach," Martin told the teenager. "And everyone saw your..." Miles stopped himself from being insulting again. "Go on, you can say it," Mr Wainwright said. Miles looked at Martin who offered him a sheepish glance and nodded. "You let boys who you now teach see your small penis?" Miles said generously. "Was small the word Martin used earlier?" Mr Wainwright reminded him. "You let the students at your school see your miniscule manhood?" Miles said. "Yes," Martin admitted. "Tell Miles what else happened," Avery prompted. "I got hard and they saw how tiny my erection was and they measured it," Martin told the teenager. "Then they took pictures of it and me." "I had a special Art Fair at Christmastime where we exhibited all the wonderful artwork the students had made," Mr Wainwright preened. "Even photographs. The whole school came to the Art Fair." "The whole school as seen photographs of you... naked?" Miles asked. "Yes," Martin admitted. "I was standing like this in the photo." Martin faced Miles with both hands beside his completely naked body which exposed everything: his feet, thighs, abdomen, chest, neck, face and of course his micropenis were all exposed. "The photo was almost life size too so everyone could see things to scale and the ruler was in the picture so everyone could see how tiny Martin's pathetic erection was," Mr Wainwright chuckled. Mr Wainwright spoke levelly as if not attempting to actually insult Martin and his chuckle was affectionate. Martin knew Mr Wainwright was making sure Miles didn't think he was a monster. "You were hard in the photo too?" Miles was awestruck. "Some of the students took pictures of it and they laughed at my tiny willy," Martin degraded himself. Martin's dick had now completely shrunk and was barely more an inch long now – 3cm perhaps. Miles was fascinated by the miniscule manhood. "Some of the students have made TikTok's of him masturbating too," Avery chipped in with a wide smile. Martin and Miles looked at them – Martin because he hadn't known his humiliating onanism had been adapted in this way and Miles because he hadn't known about the masturbation video at all. "They... the boys at your school... filmed you jerking that tiny penis?" Miles asked. "And we exhibited it during the climax of the Art Fair," Mr Wainwright added. "That must have been mortifying," Miles commented. Martin nodded but there was a creep of a smile at the edge of his mouth. Had he liked it too? Miles wondered about that. "Can I take a picture of you..." Miles asked and Martin nodded. "To laugh at your tiny willy?" Mr Wainwright and Avery chuckled at Miles's words and Martin again nodded. Miles took out his phone and pointed it at Martin Williams – in the frame, he captured the man from head to toe, arms at his sides and his short penis so shrunken it barely emerged from his pubes. Miles snapped a picture and was delighted with the moment. "Joking aside, Martin," Miles said as the session was finally, really over. "There's nothing to be ashamed of." Mr Wainwright and Avery laughed in disagreement. Meanwhile, Martin was reaching for his clothes. "What I mean is, it's embarrassing, sure. Everyone... well, most guys... wish they had a bigger dick," Miles suggested. It was most certainly not a thing he needed to wish for. "But most of our lives are spent wearing clothes. Dicks and nudity are important for sex but sex isn't everything," Miles asserted. "If you meet someone and want to be with them, what's not between your legs isn't that important most of the time." "What is important, Miles?" Martin asked miserably as he started to get dressed. "I dunno, paying the mortgage together and going to the movies, cuddling, watching TV, buying the groceries, calling home if you're going to be late home from work..." Miles listed and glanced at Mr Wainwright and Avery. "Sharing an interest in nude photography and filming fifteen year old boys losing their virginity." This time Martin laughed and Mr Wainwright and Avery looked rebuked and blind sighted by the jest. "You seem like a nice man, Martin," Miles said gently. "Thank you, Miles," Martin replied. "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend or a something-friend?" Martin didn't assume Miles was gay just because he wanted to have sex with men. Miles might be bisexual or gay-for-pay or something else. Martin knew a lot of people wanted a little box for everyone to fit neatly into (gay, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, queer, asexual, ceterosexual, demisexual, sapiosexual, pansexual), but not everyone did. Martin knew other people wanted to take all the boxes away and dictate who was allowed to exist or not. Look at Avery – there were plenty of people who would rather they didn't exist; would seek to deny them the right to look and act the way they wanted as if how he, she or they acted had any bearing on the lives of others. Martin was now dressed below the waist and buttoning the shirt. He'd forgotten it was borrowed and a little tight for him. It had, after all, belonged to a Year 12 student. "No, I'm not seeing anyone. But someday, I hope to have a nice boyfriend," Miles replied. "Do you have a partner?" "No, Miles," Martin replied and he hadn't been going to say anything else but then decided to reveal a secret. "I'm not looking for a partner, to be honest. To be even more honest, I'm asexual." Miles looked surprised and Mr Wainwright clearly had not told Avery because they looked positively blown over by the revelation. "I don't really tell people that," Martin added. "People don't understand that being ace doesn't mean I don't get horny or turned on. I just don't get hot and bothered by people." "What do you get hot and bothered by?" Mr Wainwright asked. "Embarrassment apparently," Martin joked but he meant it too. The others laughed sincerely with Martin and there was finally a sense that they saw him as something more than a man to be humiliated. "Do you mind if I ask you about Avery?" Martin asked cautiously. "I mind a little," Mr Wainwright replied candidly. "I think men are hot. I think women are hot. Why is everyone so hot?" "Global warming," the asexual man nodded sagely. Mr Wainwright laughed warmly. "I need to go," Martin said with a smile. "It was nice to meet you Miles." Martin offered his hand for Miles to shake and the boy took it. "See you at work," Martin said to Mr Wainwright who nodded in reply. Martin understood Mr Wainwright's reticence to talk about Avery. Some people could be jerks about sexuality or gender; or sex or race or (dis)ability. Martin was guarded about his asexual identity; he hadn't even told his seven brothers. "I'll see you out, Martin," Avery said. Avery looped their arm into Martin's elbow and waked with him out the room. "You were magnificent, Martin," Avery said before the door closed behind them. "I've never met a man like you." The voice had genuine warmth and affection which made Martin wonder if the bitchy demeanour was a faηade. That or they had many faces and facets to their personality just like everyone else. Mr Wainwright was thusly left with Miles who pulled on his blazer and turned to face the man. "Was it ok?" Mr Wainwright asked. "It was ace," Miles replied wryly. "Good," Mr Wainwright responded with relief. "Martin is a nice man," Miles said emphatically. "I know," Mr Wainwright agreed. "Do you know Hank and Wilbur have invited me to their art gallery and studio?" Miles asked. "To see the sculpture the made of me?" "Oh? Do you want me to come with you?" Mr Wainwright asked. "Maybe," Miles replied. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something before I go home." "Yes?" Mr Wainwright asked carefully because he could never be certain what Miles would say. Sometimes Miles could be insightful or surprising and it caught him off guard. "Mr Wainwright, I was wondering about what you did to Martin. The life sized photo? With the ruler and everything exposing him to everyone in his school," Miles said. "Yes?" Mr Wainwright replied succinctly because he still didn't know what Miles was going to say next. "You'd never do that to me... would you?" Miles asked. For once Mr Wainwright actually looked shocked by the idea. It had honestly not occurred to him. "No, of course not," Mr Wainwright insisted. "Oh," Miles said and was it with a hint of disappointment? "Of course, who knows what the next chapter of your life will bring?" Mr Wainwright offered as a tease. Could Mr Wainwright really do that? Would Miles really want him to? To expose Miles' nudes to everyone at his school. Leaking his naked images for students and teachers to see? What kind of a man would do that and what kind of a boy would ask him to? END OF CHAPTER SEVEN The story will continue in two weeks time. Readers are reminded that Nifty is free because of kind donations from site users. 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Also: Anthology, and The SEX Men. Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures.