WVC Ch. 28: The Photography Class

"No, Eva. It's just pre-cum."

With her wet hair tousled and her brown eyes wide, the photography teacher suddenly looked years younger as she examined the tip of my swollen cockhead, watching the clear drops of liquid ooze out of the open slit and drip steadily onto the platform between my feet. Miss Michaels swished the tips of her whip up and down the full length of my hard-on, teasing the thick veins as they pulsed urgently along the sides.

"It does look like a lot of juice."

Reaching down, the tall blonde abruptly captured my throbbing cock, curling her fist around the upper portion of my stalk. I gasped as she rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth across the yawning cockhole, smearing the slippery fluid all over my purple bulb. And just as brusquely, she let me go. Spreading her high heeled feet, she stood up and began twirl her whip, watching my rigid cock jerk and twitch as it stuck straight out from between my thighs. Clear juice continued to flow from the open slit, dripping steadily on the stage below.

"It appears you're right, Eva. The records don't indicate that he produces this much fluid."

She paused, letting the ends of the whip trail up the inside of her muscular thigh.

"Show me what you were doing before."

"What? When I was whipping his cock?"

Without raising her gaze from my drooling hard-on, Miss Michaels nodded. I noticed that she'd pushed the handle of her whip up between her thighs, nudging the black leather into the full lips of her pussy, pressing the translucent cloth inward.

"Show me, Eva. Show how you whip his dick."

Taking a deep breath, the leather clad blonde started swinging her wrist, sending the short strands of her whip in another vertical circle, slowly at first, and then gradually picking up steam. As she stared down at her target, the engorged cockhead protruding out toward her, I held my breath. She took a step forward and aimed at the darkly purple bulb, landing a sharp smack directly on the top of my straining knob. I threw my head back and cried out, but I didn't pull my hips back, feeling my stiff pole bounce up and down as the tall blonde encouraged Ms. Redmond.

"That's it! Whip that big dick of his!"

Another blow landed squarely on the taut bulb and this time, I gasped, keeping my hips shoved forward. Lifting my head, l watched the photography professor whirl the whip in an ever faster circle, a gleam in her brown eyes. As she prepared to deliver a third stinging jolt to my bobbing hard-on, I tilted my hips up, raising the throbbing bulb higher so that it reached up toward the topless blonde.

Just as she swung the strands down, I anticipated the timing and thrust up against her whip stroke, rising to receive the leather tendrils as they smacked the swollen bulb. Standing beside her, Miss Michaels had plunged the blunt end of her whip handle into her pussy, pressing the thin cloth inside as well.

"Oh yes!"

As she cried out, the tall blonde tossed aside her whip and yanked down the top of her miniscule panties, revealing a pale tuft of pubic hair as she jammed her fingers deep between the glistening folds of skin.

"Did you see that? Did you see him stick his dick out for you?"

Her words came tumbling out, husky in her excitement. Sawing her fingers in and out of her enflamed slit, she yanked the strings of her panties down her thighs with her other hand so she could reach deeper inside. Shifting back and forth on her high heels, she awkwardly tugged the sliver of cloth lower until it fell limply around her ankles. As she gestured toward me with her chin, she barked at the other woman.

"Hit him again. Whip his big dick harder this time!"

Ms. Redmond had her own hand busy between her thighs as she hesitated, staring down at my quivering pole, watching a stream of clear fluid pour of out my cockhole and drip onto the platform bellow.

"Won't he cum if I do?"

"Not if you hit it harder."

Nodding resolutely, the short haired blonde started whirling her whip once more, swinging it in a circle, even faster this time. As I stretched against the restraints, shoving my hips as far forward as I could, I offered my twitching hard-on up to her. She inched closer and I felt the swoosh of wind on my dripping cockhead as the tips of whirling strands just missed. Holding my breath, I waited, knowing her next pass would be on target. And I was right.

The ends bit into the exposed skin of my inflated bulb. She did whack me harder, and I began to convulse, involuntarily jerking and thrashing against the restraints, sending my rigid cock into wild spasms. After kicking off her panties, Miss Michaels leapt forward and grabbed my cock. Holding me firmly around the base, she pinched the deep purple knob between her thumb and forefinger, effectively shutting down the looming explosion.

As she squeezed, I writhed in her grip, trying to hump her hands, looking for any resistance so I could reach a climax. But she was too strong, and my position was just too vulnerable. Gasping for air, I gradually back away from the forbidden orgasm as Ms. Redmond stared with her mouth open and her hand wedged between her thighs.

"Wow."

Satisfied that the moment had passed, the taller woman stepped back and released my cock, studying it for a long minute. Still hard and stiff, it jutted out toward her from between my thighs, shuddering from the near explosion and dripping steadily on the stage. The only difference seemed to be the slower pace of the liquid dribbling out of my slit, and that the skin wasn't quite stretched as tightly across my cockhead.

"Yeah, that was close. You smacked his dick just right."

The teacher beamed with pride at her friend's words.

'And apparently, he's getting better at self-control."

Lifting her pale blue eyes up from my quivering pole, Miss Michaels fastened them on the other woman, gazing at her meaningfully. As she slipped her fingers back into her bare crotch, her voice was husky.

"Why don't you release the young man, and let him get dressed so he can be on his way?"

Nodding in agreement, the photography instructor let the small whip dangle from her wrist as she stepped forward and knelt on the raised floor to unclip my left ankle from the chain attached to the floor. Once it was free, I gingerly lifted it and stretched my stiff leg. Ms. Redmond didn't give my bobbing cock a second look as she crawled around it to release the right foot.

Miss Michaels wasn't watching me either. She was busy eying the slim blonde who was wiggling her bare butt as she methodically unfastened my restraints. Disappearing behind me, she lowered the overhead bar so that she could release my wrists. As I rotated my shoulders to get the blood flowing again, Ms. Redmond reappeared and knelt on the floor again, unwrapping the leather cuffs around my ankles. She made sure that her rounded ass cheeks were pointed directly at the other woman, swaying them back and forth as she worked.

Standing up, she did the same to each of my wrists, tossing the black leather restraints aside once they were off. And then she paused, staring down at my jutting cock, watching it tremble as it continued to leak onto the platform below. As Miss Michaels kept her fingers busy between her thighs, she issued instructions.

"He's going to need some help to take off the genital restraints."

With raising her brown eyes from below my waist, the topless teacher asked.

"How?"

"Take the head of his dick between your thumb and forefinger."

As she waited for Ms. Redmond to follow her directions, the tall blonde intensified her finger strokes, jiggling the pale flesh that overflowed her narrow bra cups. Rigid with excitement, her nipples pressed eagerly against the thin lace, the huge areoles a shade or two darker that the pink material that almost hid them. Warily, the photography professor grasped my cockhead as instructed.

"Now squeeze him so that the blood goes back down his shaft. You need to force it past the ring around the base."

Careful not to hurt me, Ms. Redmond pressed the spongy knob.

"Harder! He's not made of glass."

So she did. And I gasped at the sudden force she applied. Under her persistent pressure, the remaining rigidity in my cock quickly dissipated. Watching it droop in her hand, she asked.

"Now what?"

There was a raspy breathiness in Miss Michaels' reply.

"Peel that red pouch off of him, and take off the body harness. And don't take forever."

Between her open thighs, the younger woman's hand was a blur. With more urgency in her movements now, Ms. Redmond reached underneath my balls and yanked the elastic pouch off. After sliding the built-in ring up my slippery stalk, she held up the tiny piece of sodden cloth in front of my face. With a sly gleam in eyes, she smiled.

"I believe this is yours."

Dropping it into the palm of my upturned hand, she unwrapped the leather armbands and tossed them aside, letting them clatter on the wooden stage. After she unbuckled the black straps of the body harness, the shiny ring around my cock and balls came off easily. As she folded up the black leather and handed it back to me, Miss Michaels spoke up as I stood there, now totally nude, clutching the leather harness and red nylon ball pouch in the middle of the platform.

"Young man, you may get dressed."

With a shrug, I started toward the front of the platform, my cock swinging heavily between my thighs.

"Hey!"

Mystified, I turned back to face the two blondes. Both wore wide smiles.

"The mask. Take it off."

Sheepishly, I reached up and pulled the black leather off of my head. Letting it drop on the platform, I stepped down as Ms. Redmond came over to close the curtains.

"Bill, I really enjoyed tonight. I hope you did too."

She hesitated and lowered her voice.

"And I look forward to our next class."

I didn't realize that there might be another one. As I retrieved my clothes, I could hear the two of them on the stage. No words, just a regular rhythm of a whip snapping onto bare skin. After I finished dressing, I unlocked the door and crept into the darkened hallway. It was late and not surprisingly, no one was in sight. But when I emerged from the art building, I was startled to find Erika lounging on the front step.

"What are you doing here?"

Grinning at my question, she looked terrific, even in the dim light. Long tanned legs below a pair of pale colored shorts, full breasts pushing against the tight t-shirt she wore and her thick brown hair tumbling over her swimmer's shoulders - I felt my cock start to revive inside my cut-offs.

"Waiting for you."

Taking my arm, she led me down the steps.

"Thought you might want some company after the class. And that you might want to avoid the students that were waiting here afterwards for you."

Were headed back toward my dorm, and the campus grounds were pretty empty.

"Someone was waiting for me?"

"Actually, several of them. When you didn't appear right away, and then the after session stretched longer, they gradually drifted away."

"Who were they?"

Still grasping my arm as we walked, she looked over at me, a slight smile playing across her lips.

"Why? What does it matter?"

I shrugged and mumbled.

"Uh, I guess it doesn't. I just was wondering --. I mean, I thought that --"

Her deep blue eyes were still on me as I started to blush.

"You wanted to see who was interested in you, right?"

I could feel the color in my face spread down my neck as she continued.

"You wanted to see who was interested in you and this big penis, didn't you?"

Abruptly, she reached down with her free hand and cupped the bulge between my thighs. That stopped me in my tracks, right in the middle of the campus walkway. While I glanced nervously around us, she explored my swollen crotch.

"Are you hard?"

"No Ma'am, not really. Um, not yet."

Finding the thickened shaft, she gave me a couple of strokes.

"I always forget how big you are."

As I began to swell in her grip, I cleared my throat.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Erika?"

"Probably not."

Just as unexpectedly, the brunette let me go and started walking again. After a few moments, she broke the silence.

"How did the after session go?"

"You know about that, huh?"

With a smirk, she nodded.

"Fine, I guess. I really don't have much to compare."

"Ms. Redmond didn't hurt you?"

"No, although she didn't seem to have any experience with uh, -- with guys. The other woman helped a lot."

Erika looked puzzled.

"The other woman that was instructing her. A tall blonde named Miss Michaels. I'd never seen her before."

An odd look flashed over my trainer's attractive features. We'd reached my dorm and she stopped on the bottom step.

"Do you need me to take you all the way to your room?"

Now it was my turn to look confused.

"Why would I need that?"

"I thought that Chandra girl might be lurking outside your door."

"Oh. Well, I think I can handle her."

There was another smirk as the brunette replied.

"I understand she can be pretty persuasive."

"Thanks for the offer, but I'll chance it."

"Okay then. I'm not responsible if you can't keep this in your pants."

To underline her point, she reached down and grabbed my cock again. It had grown in both width and length since she'd last held me, and she raised her eyebrows as she fondled the swelling pole.

"Still not fully erect?"

With another flush of color flooding my cheeks, I shook my head. Giggling, she released her grip and gave it an affectionate pat.

"Have a good sleep."

As she turned to go, I stopped her with a question.

"Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Not tomorrow. You're scheduled with Mya and Brooke. Check your e-mail when you get upstairs. If you get upstairs."

She nodded meaningfully at a couple of giggling coeds as they passed us on their way inside. One seemed particularly interested in the bulging front of my cut-offs.

"Good night, Erika."

After a breezy wave of her hand, I watched her saunter off into the darkness, admiring the way her shapely hips swayed with each step. Carefully, I made my way upstairs, warily peeking around the corner to make certain that no one was camped in front of my room. Seeing the coast was clear, I darted silently down the hallway. Trying not to clank my key as I slid it into the lock, I hoped the door hinge wouldn't squeak.

I was successful, heaving a sigh of relief once I was safely inside. And sure enough, a minute later, there came a soft knock.

"Bill? It's Chandra. I just want to talk."

I didn't even glance through peephole. I just ignored her and after another insistent thump or two, she left me alone and retreated, presumably back into her room across the hall.

Intrigued by Erika's comments, I turned on my computer to check my e-mail. And sure enough, there it was, this one from the Philosophy Department.

"On Thursday at 4:30, Brooke and Mya will assist you with your gym workout. Wear your normal workout clothes, but not your jack strap. Bring your black rubber cock ring. After you are finished training with the girls, proceed to the women's dressing area. There you will wear the ring while you shower in the communal area, openly displaying your penis and letting anyone who wants to play with you. Continue taking your blue diamond shaped pills and the herbal supplements tonight and tomorrow. You are not to ejaculate."

Sitting back in my desk chair, I stared at the screen. This would be different. I usually changed clothes and showered in Coach Turner's private office, although there had been times when it was less than private.

And Brooke and Mya? I couldn't think of two Club members less likely to want me in a scenario with them. Every time I had seen them at the gym since the Supplicant Ceremony (WVC Ch.14), the Asian girl barely acknowledged my presence with a curt nod while her blonde partner paid me even less attention. Still, it promised to be an unusual workout. Just how memorable, I had no idea.