Stiff(y) at the Board
A little story done for the somewhat (in)famous Crisp, also known as Friske. Those mind controlling shoes have gotten him into trouble again, and have him getting such a hard boner in front of his high school health class.
Stiff(y) at the Board
By Draconicon
Despite a lot of complaints, high school had a lot of good things going for it. There were interesting classes, sports teams that actually felt competitive, groups of people that actually had some maturity (if you knew how to find them) and - usually - a decent amount of respect from teachers to students. They were actually treated like adults, particularly in the senior year. Crisp had noticed that difference almost immediately, when the teachers started making the wolf a little more self reliant than they'd bothered with in previous years.
Of course, there were just as many problems as there were good things, and they were much more annoying than the good things were helpful.
Annoyingly, Crisp had landed himself in one of those very annoying things. During his earlier years, he hadn't been able to take one of the Health classes that were required for graduation. Of course, he'd picked up the basics and the complexities through his other years and through various, ehem, 'readings', but that wasn't enough for the school system. If the wolf didn't take the class, then he wasn't allowed to graduate; it was just that simple.
It was just as boring as he had heard it was, particularly considering the fact that he knew the things that they brought up. He knew how the body worked, knew all about the different health risks from different diseases. In fact, he knew so much about the class that he was tempted to sleep through the classes, just to get through it with his brain intact and his energy up.
He didn't, of course, but the temptation was still there.
By the time that they reached the reproductive system, Crisp had started to wonder if there was going to be anything interesting in this class. Of course, the teacher - a lion with a clipped mane - would never show them anything interesting as teaching aids, but it was still something that he might pick up something new with. Doubtful, he thought, but maybe.
The class opened with the lion writing the word 'Anatomy' out across the top of the blackboard. "Now, class, today we're going to discuss the male anatomy. Specifically, we're going to discuss the penis and testicles during the act of coitus and reproduction," the teacher said.
He wrote out a set of numbers, 1 through 6, going down the board. "First, we'll discuss the different actions and reactions that the male goes through on his way from initial stimulation -" The lion paused, writing out the word 'Stimulation' next to the number 1 on the board. "-and the eventual ejaculation." The word 'Ejaculation' was written next to the number 6 near the bottom of the board.
Turning around, the lion looked around the room, tapping his piece of chalk against his chin. "Let's see, let's see..."
Crisp sighed, leaning against his hands as the teacher's eyes roamed the class, his signature red sneakers tapping on the ground in boredom as he waited for some unfortunate student to be brought up to the front of the room. That was always how this went; the teacher picked someone that had obviously not done their reading, brought them up to the front of the room, and then made sure that they were very clear on how disappointed he was that they didn't know the answer before sending them back to their seats and answering the question himself. That was how it had always been.
"Crisp! How about you show us what you know?"
Until today, apparently, Crisp thought to himself as he looked at the front of the classroom. The teacher held out the piece of chalk, clasped between several claw points. "You always go on about knowing everything, how about you start defining some of the terms up here for your fellow classmates?"
"Um, okay," Crisp said with a small nod of his head. He got to his feet, shaking his head as he walked around his desk. Stumbling momentarily on one of his shoelaces, the wolf caught himself before he could fall on his face. Blushing at the little chuckles from the rest of the class, Crisp approached the blackboard, his mind going back to the material. If 'Stimulation' was the first stage, then the second would be growth, followed by erection, and then...
He started to write out the numbers, muttering under his breath to himself as he gradually figured out what the different stages were. The tricky part was the fifth one, because he had figured that the fourth one was further stimulation, but it had taken him a while to figure out what happened after that and before ejaculation.
Putting the chalk down, Crisp started to walk back to his seat, but he was grabbed by the lion, held by the shoulder. He looked up at his teacher. "Did I get it wrong?" Crisp asked.
"No, you got it all right, but I still want to see you define all the different terms," the lion said. He nodded towards the rest of the class. "Make sure that they can all hear you now; I want to make sure that they all get the lesson, since you obviously do."
"Um...alright, sir," Crisp said. He walked back to the front of the classroom, standing right in front of the blackboard, his body partially blocking the list that he'd written out. Looking out at the rest of his class - guys on the left, girls on the right - he suddenly felt a little sympathy for the other students that were called up to the front. Standing in front of everyone, knowing that they hated the class just as much as he did, and knowing that they were not happy with him by making it take longer in their eyes, was incredibly intimidating.
Clearing his throat, Crisp considered how to explain stimulation without sounding completely ridiculous. He thought that he found something, when the wolf suddenly felt something very strange coming from his shoes.
His eyes darted down, and he almost leaped out of his skin as he saw a green smoke oozing out of the tops of his shoes. The laces pulled themselves undone as the smoke continued to spread, the sides of the shoes glowing slightly. The wolf tried to step forward, side to side, anything, but his feet stayed glued right to the floor, as if something in that light was keeping him from moving around.
The smoke spread further and further up his legs, and as it spread up his body, his pants began to disappear. Crisp was too freaked out to reach down and try and stop it, so he could only watch as the smoke seemed to 'eat' his pants away, spreading further and further up his body, revealing more and more of his legs as it went up.
"Mr. Crisp, what is the meaning of this?" the lion said, standing up. "You some kind of pervert or something? Put your pants back on!"
"I-" The wolf gestured at himself, his face going bright red as his pants were devoured completely by the smoke, leaving just his underwear behind. It was still going up his stomach, taking his shirt away too.
"Stop showing off! Put your clothes back on," the teacher repeated.
"Why's he stripping down?" Crisp heard one of the students whisper.
"I don't know...must be some kind of loser pervert that wants people to see him naked."
"What a freak."
"Oh my god, are those undies seriously THAT color?"
"Red, that's so silly looking."
"Wha...oh my god, he's getting a BONER!"
Crisp's face was as red as it could get through his fur as he felt the front of his underwear start to stretch, the red briefs rapidly getting pushed outwards by a strangely growing erection. Why he was getting hard, he didn't have a clue, but he was rapidly shifting away from being soft. The wolf shook his head, trying to deny the reality of the situation, but all he could do was watch as his erection got bigger and bigger against the front of his briefs.
The class was laughing, pointing at him as they did. Even the teacher was letting out a few grunting chuckles, leaning against the front of the desk and hugging an arm around his stomach as he watched Crisp's situation.
Suddenly, the feeling of his shoelaces wrapping around his ankles and working their way up his legs brought his eyes down again. Looking around the ever-growing bulge in his briefs, he could see that the shoelaces really were wrapping up his legs, sliding up them like coiling snakes. Nobody else in the room even seemed to notice it, though; this was happening in his eyes only.
Worse, the further up his legs that the shoelaces wrapped, the harder that he got. He actually moaned out loud. Clamping his jaws shut immediately after didn't take it back, and the laughter from the room redoubled, echoing in the small space as people pointed at him. "Look at that pervert! His boner's getting bigger!"
"Man, he's gotta be some kind of loser, getting harder just because we're laughing at him."
"Freak! Either take off your undies or put your pants back on!"
Crisp reached up, his hands pressed against the sides of his head as his cock somehow took this as encouragement to keep growing. The tip of his bulge was starting to get wet, turning a little dark from his cock leaking pre into his underwear. It was utterly humiliating, and he couldn't do a thing about it.
"Man, look at this guy, Righty," a new, different voice said.
The wolf turned his head left and right to try and find it, but there was nobody here that he didn't already know. Where had the voice come from.
"Yeah, he's a piece of work, Lefty. I mean, seriously, can you see this boner he's getting? It's the biggest one he's had for weeks. What a freaking pervert." Another voice, different as well, but more similar to the first new voice than anybody else.
"Hey, flashy freak, look down here."
Looking down, the wolf's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he noticed that the fronts of his shoes had split open slightly, and this new split moved up and down as one of them spoke. "Yeah, we're the ones talking, you perverted little show-off. Man, Lefty, not only is he the biggest faggy boy, getting hard all the time, but he's not too bright, is he?"
"No he's not, Righty, no he's not." The left shoe seemed to 'look' up at him, and the 'lip' of the shoe bounced up and down as it laughed at him. "Look at the freak. He's getting even harder! He's getting turned on by being laughed at, getting made fun of."
"What the fuck, you're kidding me, I thought the loser couldn't get any harder than that," the right shoe said. "Oh fuck, he's really getting harder! I didn't even think that this freak could do that!"
It was taking all of Crisp's willpower to keep from whimpering, and not out of tears either. His cock throbbed so very hard inside of his red underwear, the same color of red as his shoes. It throbbed, leaking and pulsing and just begging to be touched. He didn't want to do that - yes he did - he didn't want to do that, but it was taking everything he had not to touch it. That would be the worst humiliation. He held one of his hands behind his back, and clenched the other one in a fist, shoving it against the blackboard.
Of course, this only pushed his crotch forward, made it look a little like he was thrusting his crotch further forward towards the class, and he throbbed, groaned as he felt a fresh burst of arousal. He swore that his boner could not possibly get harder without cumming, but his boner seemed determined to prove him wrong, bouncing and throbbing, nearly dancing inside of his undies.
"Look at this guy. Boner Boy, we should call him," Righty said, laughing. "Boner Boy with the big, fat, dripping cock."
"Oh, and the stretched undies!" Lefty added. "Man, I bet he just wants to take them off and stroke that boner in front of everybody."
Oh, his shoes had no idea how he wanted to do something like that; he was biting his lip, fighting the idea of exposing himself, but it was getting more and more tempting by the second. As it was, one of his hands had fallen prey to some temptation, and he touched the front of his bulge, unable to stop himself from at least fondling his persistent bulge.
More and more laughter erupted, with some of the girls and guys actually falling out of their chairs from it. Even the teacher had started pointing at him, laughing at the way that he was teasing himself, acting like a pervert in front of everyone.
The shoes didn't let up, either. "God, what a freaking fag boy, just touching himself. Can you imagine actually getting turned on from people laughing at your boner?"
"No I can't, Righty," Lefty said. "Come on, pull it out or put it away, big guy! Give people a show or stop being such a freak."
He groaned, panting to himself as his cock throbbed harder than ever. It felt like just a touch would set it off, make him cum in his briefs and soak them with his cum, ending it. But he knew that wouldn't happen; there was no way that he'd be able to get off that easily, not now. The wolf had no idea how he knew that, but knew that it was the truth, and there was no getting around it.
Oh god, he was humping air. Crisp didn't even realize when he'd started thrusting his hips against his hand, but he was grinding against it, thrusting his bulge up against his groin. He snatched his hand back, trying to stop himself, but it was too late. Everyone had seen him.
His face flamed with heat, burning read as he couldn't stop bucking forward, looking more and more like a shameless pervert by the minute. His feet were still locked in place, barely letting him shift his weight back and forth, and his underwear felt more constraining, more constricting than ever before, holding his cock tight. He was so hard that it hurt, and it felt like he might really need the relief of getting his underwear off.
But the shame...
"Screw the shame big guy; you're already showing off how much of a freak you are, getting turned on by us and by showing off."
"Yeah, might as well go all the way. Prove it once and for all, pervert!"
Telling himself that it was just because it was hurting too much to keep his undies on anymore, Crisp grabbed hold of the red waistband and yanked them down. The feeling of the cloth rubbing against the tip of his boner almost shoved him over the edge, and it drew another moan from his lips as he pulled it down part way, letting his cock out into the open.
His hand immediately grabbed hold of it, stroking it hard and fast before he could stop himself. The touch of his fingers on his cock, the looks of so many of his classmates on him, the knowledge that they all thought he was a pervert, sent him right over the edge.
Right then, right there, he came; pointed at, laughed at, blushing harder than he could remember ever doing, he came.
Streams of cum shot out of his cock, the adrenaline and pleasure too much for him to take. Spurt after spurt of it shot out of him, hitting the desks in front of him as he drained his balls with repeated strokes up and down his cock, up and down...more and more...
Falling to his knees, Crisp's eyes rolled up in the back of his head. Everything was finally crashing down on him, and it was too much for his mind to take. He needed to...needed to get out of real life...
As darkness swallowed him up, he couldn't help shaking a feeling of deja vu, nor the feeling of that feeling far...far too good...for how embarrassing it was.
He fell on his back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open...and cock still oozing in front of the whole class.