Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies (CH01)

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Magnificently Mortifying Modelling Maladies

Chapter 01: Martin’s Mistaken Identity

 

Mr Martin Williams humilates himself at St. Mervyn Poshfords School when he is mistaken for a nude art model instead of a teacher. But it was all just a misunderstanding... right?

Excerpt:

“Everything,” Mr Wainwright said as if talking to an idiot.

“Everything?” Martin repeated.

“How are we going to see anything if you still have those on?” Mr Wainwright asked acerbically.

Martin distracted himself with the use of the word “we” as a group pronoun referring to himself and Doctor Wainwright. “We” could also be used as a plural pronoun or…

“Martin? Can you hurry up?” Mr Wainwright admonished.

“Right. Yes. Ok,” Martin replied.

Martin slipped his hand into his underwear to covered his genitals then used his other hand to push the hipster boxers down. They passed his knees and dropped around his feet where Martin stepped out of them; bending over to picked them up while still covering his big secret.

Martin tried not to look Mr Wainwright in the eyes as he handed them over. He was blushing and cringing because most guys sneaked a peek at other guys in the locker room or the showers at the gym. It was just idle curiosity. But if the doctor was telling him to get naked then eventually he’d need to move his hands and show off what he had.

Mr Wainwright took the hipster boxers from Martin and was absolutely beside himself with glee as he looked at Martin who now used both hands to cover his genitals. Martin had a very nice physique with good muscle definition and smooth, flawless skin. The neat pile of pubes partiality peeked past Martin’s hands and was a tempting offer of what lay beneath.

Mr Wainwright placed the boxers on the top of the pile and then used a key to unlock a plastic drawer that slipped free from its storage space. Mr Wainwright placed the shoes in first and everything else in on top, then slipped the drawer back into its groove and locked it again.

“I understand that undressing can be a bit embarrassing so it’s ok to cover up for now,” Mr Wainwright appealingly. “But you understand that you will need to expose yourself once we’re in the other room?”

“The other room?” Martin asked apprehensively.

Mr Wainwright gestured to the door behind him.

“Shall we?” Mr Wainwright asked rhetorically.

Martin appreciated there was no examination table or any of the usual paraphernalia necessary for a medical exam so his question had, perhaps, been foolish. Martin wished he’d been offered some kind of gown though. Without waiting for a response, or rather because no response had been forthcoming, Mr Wainwright walked to the door and opened it.

“Come on, Martin,” Mr Wainwright said as he entered the other room.

Martin followed Mr Wainwright, but he was acutely aware that he was getting farther from his clothes which were now locked up so even if he wanted them back, he couldn’t get them without Mr Wainwright. Matin was at the stranger’s mercy. Beyond the door was a partition that blocked the view of the room – Martin guessed it was so that anyone in the examination room wouldn’t be exposed as soon as anyone opened the office door. He appreciated this discretion which was a kindness to patients while they were being physically examined.

Martin followed Mr Wainwright around the partition and came to a sudden, gut clenching halt as he saw where he was. Martin, the new teacher who was only expecting a medical exam, was now standing, totally naked, in a classroom with twelve schoolboys looking at him.

He was in an Art class.