by Elazarus Wills
(01/09/08)

Adrian awoke to find that he had raised his hand. Two or three hundred heads swiveled and squinted into the dimness of the auditorium to see where Professor Tobias was pointing. A volunteer.

"You. Mr. Garret, I believe," Tobias said into his portable microphone, motioning Adrian forward.

Once up on stage, Adrian stood beside the professor with as much aplomb as he could muster. Not much. He put his arms behind his back, locking one hand over the other wrist -- parade rest. In the front row he could make out the familiar figures of his mother and grandmother. Arms crossed. Purses in laps. Knees primly together. What were they doing at the university psychology lecture? If they had driven in from Wisconsin, why hadn't his mother called first?

"Who here is interested in art?" Tobias was asking. Nearly everyone in the room raised their hand.

Pavlovian morons, thought Adrian.

"Who has admired the works of the great masters, which include the unclothed human form?" Again, every hand in the room, with the exception of a few that Adrian assumed were prudes or religious fanatics, went up.

"Now then, who has attended a life drawing class?" Tobias, a short, stout man dressed in a gray suit and bright red bow tie, rose on tiptoe and pretended to search the horizon; right hand over his eyes to block out the stage lights. Only a few hands went up, maybe two-dozen. Adrian noted that his grandmother had her hand raised. She had taken drawing lessons?

"That's too bad. Or maybe it's good, because you will have fresh minds for this experiment," Tobias said. "The idea is to objectively view the human body. Objectively. Artists do it. Doctors do it. We all should be able to do it, but the question is: can we? Does anyone?" He turned to face Adrian, who was grinning a little now. Adrian felt off-balance, but also liked being the center of attention. It happened so seldom in his life, the details of which seemed a little vague in his mind right then. Was he the third string quarterback, or was he on the tennis team? He attributed his lack of mental clarity to his nervousness.

"This is where Mr. Garret comes in," Tobias concluded. A few titters and chuckles came from the assemblage of students.

Adrian saw several ex-girlfriends sitting in the fourth row, the last row where, due to the bright lights shining onto the stage, he could make out the identifying details of anyone's face. The exes were sitting together. That was odd. Even though he could recall only two of the four names, he didn't think they knew each other and besides one of the...

"Mr. Garret, would you be so kind as to remove your shirt, as well as your shoes and socks." Professor Tobias made it sound like an order, rather than a request. Whistles came from the dim reaches of the auditorium. His shirt? Tobias slid a molded plastic chair over to him. Adrian sat down and began unlacing his jogging shoes. He felt a little odd. Should he be doing this? The thought was too slippery to be considered for long and his body kept moving.

Shirt, socks and shoes off, Adrian stood and looked into his grandmother's eyes. She was grinning now. His mother looked slightly embarrassed. Not smiling. Her mouth a straight line of disapproval. Several girls, including one of his ex-girlfriends clapped. A boy in the third row whistled loudly in the 'Hey Babeee!' manner. Wheeet-wheee-oo.

"No. No. No," Tobias said, tapping his microphone with an extended index finger for emphasis. Bap-bap-bap. "This does not seem objective. Some of you are subjecting Mr. Garret to ridicule. How does this make you feel Mr. Garret?" He took the microphone off of the stand and held it a few inches in front of Adrian's mouth.

"Well, I guess I don't mind the girls," Adrian said, sitting back down.

"Hmmmm..." said Tobias with a smirk, taking the microphone away. "Now I would like a female volunteer. Anyone?" He scanned the audience. Not a single hand went up. Adrian could see some girls looking down into their laps as if even eye contact would be seen as assent.

Tobias shrugged and turned to him. "Mr. Garret, would you please remove your trousers?"

The applause from the women pushed him to his feet. His mother rose at the same time and was halfway down the aisle towards the back by the time Adrian had slowly undone his belt and drawn his zipper down. He was surprised: he was really enjoying this. He was relieved to see his mother disappear through a rear exit. At least it looked like his mother and she was gone from her seat in front. His grandmother stayed put -- still grinning. He pulled his pants slowly down to mid-thigh and sat back down on the chair. As he worked one leg of the pants down and off, Adrian moved his gaze across every woman he could manage to make out with the lights in his eyes.

He pulled the trousers the rest of the way off and stood up, still holding them. He stretched out an arm and with a broad smile, let them fall to the floor. There was an eruption of more clapping and foot stomping from the female contingent. He noticed that several of the boys were obviously avoiding staring directly at him. They were either looking to see the reactions of the girls or were checking out each other.

"Getting turned on, faggot?" One boy to another in the second row.

Without being asked, Adrian pivoted his whole body slowly like a model on television. He visualized himself walking down an elevated runway, women's hands reaching out to touch him. He was glad he had worn a relatively new pair of colored briefs. He didn't have an erection yet, but he knew that some swelling had taken place. He didn't dare look down to see.

"Mr. Garret, if you would please stand still. You are not auditioning for the Chippendales." Tobias' voice was sharp. Adrian stopped in mid-pivot.

"Now, if I were to stop this right now and ask Mr. Garret to redress himself," Tobias began. There was a little round of boos from the women. "If I were to do that, I would have to say that the preliminary conclusion of the experiment at this point appears to suggest that it is quite impossible for the average person of your approximate age group to objectively view the human body in an unclothed state. True? Not true? Anyone?" One hand went up. Adrian saw that it was a woman in her thirties, one of the 'nontraditional' students.

After ignoring her while scanning the rest of the room, Tobias sighed audibly and finally pointed to her. "Ms. Franklin." Tobias apparently knew more about her than just her name. Adrian couldn't remember ever having seen her in his small-group class.

When the woman stood to speak, Adrian felt a visceral shock that he compared to the time he had once entered a fenced yard to deliver a package and suddenly a large black dog had emerged snarling from underneath a wooden porch. In the partial second before a heavy chain had snapped taut, restraining the charging animal, Adrian had felt this way. What he couldn't understand was why he should have that feeling at this moment. The woman was perfectly ordinary looking. Tall, not beautiful as much as exotic looking. Straight black hair that fell to her shoulders, heavy unplucked eyebrows and little or no make-up as far as he could tell. Adrian didn't think he had ever seen her before, which made the tight feeling in his stomach and crotch even more inexplicable.

"I would say that most people can separate themselves from sexually objectifying the opposite sex or each other," Franklin said in a voice that stunned Adrian further. "They simply choose not to." It was the most sexually charged voice that Adrian had ever heard in his life. Nearly as deep as a man's, with a resonance that made it seem like two people were talking at once, simultaneously, like a good gospel choir harmony singing.

"So this behavior is a choice?" Tobias inquired, sweeping his arm broadly.

"You know it is," she said, the thinnest veil of a smile playing over her lips. Adrian definitely had an erection now.

"Now I'm going to ask one more time for a female volunteer from among you...No, not to duplicate what Mr. Garret has demonstrated so aptly," Tobias assured the room. "Don't all of you raise your hands at once." Once again, a single hand went up. It was Franklin.

"Surely there is one young lady here who will step forward in the interest of science." It seemed to Adrian that Tobias had emphasized the word young.

"Ms. Franklin." Tobias spat out the name like bad wine. She rose from her seat and ascended to the stage. Unlike most of the other female students who, during the fall term, dressed most commonly in T-shirts and jeans, Franklin wore a dress. Not a schoolgirl skirt and blouse, a dress -- a blue print frock that danced across her knees as she climbed the steps. Tobias met her on the stage with a wooden yardstick in his right hand. For a moment Adrian wondered if the professor was going to hit her with it, something suggested by the visible tightness in the muscles in Tobias' jaw and neck, but then he held it out and she took it.

"Now," Tobias said. "I would ask that Ms. Franklin approach Mr. Garret."

She stepped over to face him and a few whistles came from the audience of students, which merited them a sharp look and a hand chopping motion from their teacher. "No, Ms. Franklin is not going to paddle Mr. Garret with the yardstick." More laughter. "The purpose of the yardstick is to keep everyone out of trouble."

Adrian made eye contact with Franklin. Her eyes were green and determined. A little threatening even, which made his heart beat faster and his palms sweat more. There may have been a slight smile on her lips when she reached out and tapped him gently on the shoulder with the yardstick. When she did it, he sucked in a tablespoon of air and his cock jumped. He saw her gaze flicker downward.

"Ms. Franklin." To Adrian, Tobias' voice seemed to be coming from a distance. A car passing on a distant highway. "Ms. Franklin, if you would be so kind. Please, beginning with Mr. Garret's head and proceeding to his toes please describe for us as objectively as you can, Mr. Garrett's body as you progress. And please don't touch him with your hands or any part of your body. If you need to emphasize a point of interest, please use the yardstick. Any questions?"

"Yes." Her low resonant voice was cool and flat.

"And what might that be?"

"Mr. Garret is still wearing his underwear. This will make certain descriptions difficult. Could he please remove them?"

"That's up to Mr. Garret. Mr. Garret, are you willing to comply with Ms. Franklin's request?"

"Ummm...okay. If I can turn my back to the audience," Adrian said. He noticed that she had a small brown mole about half an inch from the right corner of her mouth.

"Very well."

As he turned to face upstage, he saw his grandmother wink at him. Franklin followed him around to face him and the audience. Keeping his eyes on hers, he bent his body to the side, sliding his briefs down over his thighs, knees and calves, lifting one leg, then the other, and depositing the cloth on the chair. She licked her lips and raised the yardstick. Some female whistles came from the audience. Franklin raised her left hand and showed the women her palm. They obeyed her more completely than they would have the professor.

"Please begin." Tobias requested. He handed her the cordless microphone.

"First," Franklin said, tapping the top of Adrian's temple softly with her yardstick. "We have a fairly symmetrical head featuring short blond hair, blue eyes, and full lips. The ears are evenly shaped and proportional to the size and shape of the head. The subject appears to be of northern European ancestry."

Adrian could feel that his cock was rigid as her yardstick. The stick in question moved down along his cheek to his neck and upper chest.

"Good muscle definition in the shoulders and upper torso. A birth mark in the shape of two overlapping circles approximately one inch long by half an inch wide is located on the right side of the chest approximately four inches below and to the right of the nipple."

Franklin stepped around Adrian, apparently so that she could view his back, but not so far as to block the audience from seeing what she was describing. "Could you raise your arms please?" she asked him. He did so. At that moment she could have asked him to gnaw off his right pinky and he probably would have attempted it. His right leg started to tremble and he felt a little dizzy.

"Again, firm, clearly defined musculature in the chest, back and abdomen." She drew the yardstick down the center of his back, letting it enter between his ass cheeks. "Pleasantly globular buttocks..."

"Watch the adjectives, Ms. Franklin," Tobias said. "You subjectivity is showing."

She turned and addressed the audience. "Pleasantly globular, ladies?" The women yelled the first two words back in approval.

Franklin smiled. "It seems to be the consensus and not just my personal opinion." Adrian saw her look over at Tobias, meet his eyes, and slap the yardstick into the palm of her left hand. It looked as if Tobias might be blushing or maybe it was just the auditorium lights. Regardless, he looked nervous and the gesture had an effect on him.

"The buttocks also appear to be exceptionally firm and resilient." She prodded at his ass with the stick.

She stepped back around him and a pace upstage and looked down at his crotch. "Here we have a slightly larger than average penis, fully tumescent, some -- seven inches in length. Moderately thick." The yardstick prodded at the spot where his cock joined with his ball sack. He looked down and realized that she was measuring to see how close her estimate had been.

Adrian was seeing flashes of color behind his eyes as the stick traveled up the underside of his dick. He watched Franklin bite her lower lip as she narrated. He could feel the familiar sensation, although never this intense, that always seemed to center in that region between his balls and his anus. A tight rolling feeling that meant he was about to come. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else.

"The upper thighs are also quite muscular -- indicating perhaps an athletic nature. There are some recent cuts and abrasions to the knees. More evidence of sports activity."

"You are speculating." Tobias protested, his voice tinny and slight without the microphone.

"But in an objective manner, wouldn't you say?" Franklin said. Adrian, who had welcomed the interruption, opened his eyes in time to see her strike the palm of her hand with the yardstick again, this time with enough force to produce an audible phat!

"Well..." Tobias began uncertainly. She amputated his mumblings with another slap of the stick. Phat!

"And his calves are somewhat oversized and have also been shaved, perhaps for athletic reasons, so that removing tape would be less painful. The feet..." At this point she drew the yardstick up one of his legs from ankle to crotch. The second it touched his balls once more, he came.

The impact of the orgasm rushed through him and he fell to his knees. A full two seconds later, he finally opened his eyes to see the yardstick dripping with his fluids. Franklin's eyes met his and held them for a long beat. If he could have come again at that moment, he would have.

"And nice feet," she concluded and handed the stick back to Tobias.

Adrian staggered to his feet. To his surprise, he saw that there was a large wet spot on the front of Professor Tobias' trousers.

Adrian awoke with his head on Jane Franklin's stomach. The sunshine from the bedroom's French windows made her lightly trimmed pubic hair, which was inches away, seem to glow from within. Her hand moved to stroke his head.

"I had that dream again," he said.

"Oh? The one about when you met me?"

"Yeah."

"That's sweet." Jane massaged the back of his neck. "I love you, and it would be nice to cuddle all day but we need to get moving. My first client arrives at nine and you have a class." On one wall of the bedroom was a display of the tools of her trade ---- leather, rubber and stainless steel. Masks, whips, blindfolds, ball gags, coils of soft rope and several ordinary wooden yardsticks.

"I have Tobias this afternoon," she said.

Adrian rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. It was a bright sunny day outside. "I have him this morning."

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