The Wizard

The Wizard 1 and 2

By Peaceful Bard

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Chapter one: The Landlord’s Boy

It all started when I rented a room in Los Angeles. I came to the city of Angels for my career but couldn’t afford a place of my own, not with LA’s property values. I’m a simple man, and it’s just me, no significant other or children. So a bedroom/bathroom combo in one of LA’s thousands of McMansions was sufficient for me.

My landlord and her ten year old son also occupied the house. There was room for all of us in the four bedroom, three and a half bathroom house on a quiet cul de sac in Glendale. The rent was acceptable, and I agreed to babysit the boy a few times a month in exchange for a reduced security deposit.

The kid, well, he was just icing on the cake. It had been a long time since I’d had such easy access to a boy of that age. I had a feeling that I was going to have a lot of fun with him. I signed the lease and moved my meager possessions into my room.

It would have been so easy to work my magic on him immediately, but it would not be prudent. Patience, I decided. Good things come to those who wait.

And he certainly was a good thing. His name was Adam, ten years old, and very handsome, in an innocent, slightly dorky sort of way. His hair was black and curly, his eyes a warm brown. He was small for his age, and hated to be called cute. He was feisty, eager to please and eager to help, and easy to talk to.

We talked about TV shows and marvel films while I was moving in. He was glad to help me carry stuff for no other reason than to talk with the new tenant.

“Adam leave Mr Harcourt alone, I’m sure he doesn’t want a kid talking his ear off.” His mom said after our fifth and final trip to my car to grab stuff.

She was a thirty something working professional that might have been confused for a Karen based on her appearance alone, but in reality was a very nice and polite person. At least she had been so far. I noticed her son looked quite a lot like her.

“It’s alright Miss Evans, I don’t mind getting to know my new housemate.” I said, slipping the boy a ten dollar bill for his help.

“Thanks mr Harcourt!” He said with a smile. I noticed he was missing a baby tooth still. Adorable.

“Well that’s everything.” I said as Adam scurried off to his room.

“I hope you like it here. I'm so glad to have a tenant again. It’s so hard paying the mortgage on a place like this, but I can’t sell it, it’s the only home Adam’s ever had, and his dad was so proud of it.” She said.

I shifted uncomfortably. His dad was a cop who had died in the line of duty five years before, I remember his case making national news. I gathered that since then Adam’s mom hadn’t remarried and was struggling to get by on her income alone. It was hardly charity, I was paying a fair price for the room, but I also knew that without a tenant they would be hard pressed financially.

I realized then after my brief moment of awkwardness that this would be an advantage. They could not afford extended periods without a tenant and therefore she would be inclined to be accommodating and tolerant, and may even turn a blind eye to some things. But I mustn’t spoil a good thing by going too quickly. Patience.

A few weeks rolled by uneventfully. I went to work, came home, played video games, paid the rent, etc. I established myself as a laid back and kid friendly tenant who enjoyed spending time with Adam. Not too much, but enough for him to know I was approachable.

Twice in the first few weeks I watched Adam while his mom worked late or had a girl’s night out. I didn’t mind at all. I let Adam stay up an extra half hour and even let him drink a quarter of a bottle of beer. It was amusing watching him pretend to be drunk.

It was so, so tempting, but not yet. The time would come. I knew I’d know it when I saw it. It would come soon.

.   .   .

I was invited to join Adam and his mom for dinner one evening about a month after I moved in. I gratefully accepted, being sick of takeout and TV dinners. That and it showed I was building trust and familiarity.

When I sat down at their dining table I could see that Adam was in a mood.

“What’s up my dude?” I asked.

“He’s been in a really cranky mood this week.” His mom said.

“I’m not!” He said, in a voice that indicated the exact opposite was true.

“Anything I could help with?” I asked.

“He’s mad that I didn’t buy him Animal Crossing this week. But he got an F on two tests this month so I decided he should spend more time doing his homework rather than playing games.” She said.

“You just want me to be left out.” He said petulantly to his dinner plate.

“Yes, I’m a horrible mother and I never want you to have any fun at all.” She said dryly.

Adam spent the meal in sullen silence. I gladly accepted a second glass of wine and sipped it while Miss Evans dished up pie.

The lightbulb went on. Now was the time to make my first move. While Miss Evans was in the kitchen I waved my hand, looking at Adam.

“Woah…” he said, looking up and shivering a bit.

“What?” I asked, the very voice of innocence.

“Nothing.” He said.

About fifteen seconds later I did it again.

“Aaahh!” Adam said, dropping his fork and looking down at his lap.

“Everything alright?” I asked.

“...fine, I guess. Just something weird happened that’s all.”

Miss Evans came back and handed us slices of apple pie a la mode. I was twirling my fingers under the table and Adam was growing increasingly antsy in his seat. He was smiling now, though he was also clearly embarrassed slightly by what was happening.

“Adam are you okay?” She asked.

“May I be excused to the bathroom?” He asked.

She nodded. Adam quickly bolted to the downstairs bathroom.

“He seemed to be in a better mood.” She remarked.

“Kids, who really understands them? This pie is delicious Miss Evans.” I said.

I was still working my magic under the table and I could sense that the moment was coming near. With a grand flourish I finished the deed and from the bathroom I could hear Adam yell breathlessly in surprise.

“What happened?” Miss Evans called out.

“Nothing. I, uh, stubbed my toe.” Adam said loud enough to be heard.

I smirked and shook my head, gestures that Miss Evans copied. I did not tell her that I had just given Adam the first orgasm of his life with my mind alone. I thought I’d cheer him up.

When he came out he was smiling a bit and there was a spring in his step.

“Well someone’s in a better mood.” His mom said.

This was definitely going to be fun.

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About a week after I pleasured Adam at the dinner table I definitely knew he was my type and it was time to see him naked for the first time. But how to do it? Well for me it’s not a question of how but when.

I decided it had to be when his mom was present so there could be no accusations of wrongdoing on my part. The moment came when Adam was swimming in the backyard pool. I was sitting in the gazebo pretending to work on my laptop while Miss Evans sunbathed in a two piece. Adam was practicing cannonballs happily by himself.

I waved my hand. When Adam emerged from the pool to make another jump he was naked. He didn’t notice at first, giving me a solid three seconds to look at him.

Perfect. His boyish body was beautiful in the sunlight. Just a hint of baby fat, no body hair at all. I looked at his little cock and smiled. Flawless. Two inches soft, as thick as a finger, circumcised with a smooth pink head glistening in the sun. Behind it a smooth, round scrotum hung, the size of two large grapes.

“Adam!” His mom called, noticing her son’s nakedness.

He noticed too and immediately jumped back into the water to hide himself.

“I lost my trunks!” He said.

And you will never find them, I thought.

“Well find them.” She said, bemusement in her voice.

Adam swum from one end of the pool to the other, his naked form blurry under the water. He swam to the pool’s edge, a look of desperation on his face.

“They aren’t here!” He said.

“What do you mean they aren’t there?” She said.

“I looked everywhere!” He said, embarrassment in every syllable.

“Well they were on when you jumped in, so they’ve got to be somewhere.” She said, getting up and moving to the water's edge.

“Mom no, I’m naked!” He objected as she approached.

She scoffed. “I’ve seen you naked a million times kiddo.”

And a million times more if all goes according to plan.

She scanned the pool. Her frown grew more and more intense as she deduced that the trunks indeed were not in the pool.

“How did this happen?” She asked.

“I dunno one second I had them the next second I didn’t.” He said. He was red in the face now.

“Hey Mr Harcourt did you see what happened?” She asked me.

I shrugged. “All I saw was that he was butt naked when he got out of the pool, but he was definitely wearing them when he jumped in.”

“You saw me naked too?” Adam said in horror.

“Yeah. What’s the big deal?” I said.

Adam was blushing hard now. Adorable.

“Well what should we do?” He asked.

His mom held out a towel. “Well just wear this until you get inside. Jesus I just bought you those trunks…”

Adam scrambled out of the pool and wrapped the towel around himself quickly, giving me only a second to admire his little butt.

I followed them inside. His mom was grumbling about losing his trunks and Adam was adamant in having no idea how it had happened or why they just vanished from the pool.

I followed him upstairs, heading for my room. He turned into his own room and shut the door. I doubled back from my room and stopped outside of his door. I started waving my hand just like before at dinner, and I could hear Adam gasping and moaning from inside. I knew that Adam’s penis would be sticking straight out as waves of pleasure passed through it.

I smiled as the deed was complete and Adam moaned a final time. I wondered if any semen came out. Doubtful at his age.

“That was weird!” I heard him say.

I choked back a laugh. Poor kid had no idea what was happening to him, only that it felt really good.

I couldn’t help myself. I did it again. This time Adam almost screamed. He was breathing hard. I’d have given anything to see it in person.

“What is happening?” He asked breathlessly to no one in particular. He obviously didn’t know I was right outside his door.

Everything was going perfectly.

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Three days later I was asked to babysit again. We played video games on the TV and ate pizza. Typical weekend no mom activities. I could tell something was on his mind though. It wasn’t hard to imagine what.

I decided to spur the topic by working my magic on him while he was in the bathroom in between matches of the game we were playing. I heard him make the sounds of pleasure.

When he came back he was flushed in the cheeks. He sat down and averted his eyes.

“Hey what’s going on with you, kid?” I asked.

“Nothing.” He lied.

“Hey if you wanna talk I’m right here. I used to be a ten year old boy too, not so long ago.” I said.

“It’s just weird stuff’s been happening.” He said.

“Like the pool thing?” I prompted.

His cheeks reddened again. “Yeah, that. And other things. Like, like…”

I remained silent, letting him decide what to share.

“Something weird keeps happening. It feels good but I don’t know what’s causing it.” He said.

“Feels good how?” I asked.

“Well… in my private parts.” He said, spitting the last words out.

“Oh, that’s an orgasm.” I said at once.

“An organism?”

“Orgasm.” I corrected.

“What are those?”

“It’s when your private parts feel really good. It’s normal and it happens to everyone.” I said.

“It does feel really good.” He said.

“Did you have one just now?” I asked.

He nodded. He was really red in the face. There was a moment of silence.

“But why do they happen? For me it’s like random.” He said.

“That’s not something I should tell you about. Ten is a little young, your parents and teachers will tell you when the time is right.” I said, deciding not to push it.

I let him stay up until he fell asleep on the sofa. I carried him upstairs and lay him on his bed. I waited until I was sure he was asleep again. Then I waved my hand and he was naked.

I drank in the sight of his perfect body. I loved every inch of it. He slept peacefully, blissfully unaware of his nakedness and the man admiring it.

I gently touched his little penis, savoring the feel of it. I traced the rim of his glans with my finger, carefully so he did not wake. His cock stirred under my touch and he became erect. I softly touched his balls. This was a dream come true.

I gave him another orgasm as he slept, knowing he would not wake. It would be a wet dream for him. I watched as his penis throbbed under the influence of my magic. He moaned a little in his sleep. Three drops of precum dripped out of him as he orgasmed in his sleep.

I smiled and left the room. I left him naked figuring he would be nice and surprised in the morning.

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The following morning (Saturday) I ate breakfast in the dining nook of the kitchen. Miss Evans was making her own breakfast in her bathrobe, and chatting idly with me.

Adam came down for breakfast. He was naked. Just like I’d planned.

“Adam why are you naked?” She demanded.

“What? Oh my god I’m naked!” He shouted. He immediately ran back upstairs.

I’d waited until I heard his footsteps coming down the stairs and then did my magic as he was walking into the kitchen. He’d have woken to find himself naked and then dressed, and then come downstairs only to be naked again. It had become my new objective to see Adam naked and make him orgasm as often as I possibly could.

“What is with that kid?” She asked.

I shrugged. “First that thing with the pool, now this.”

He came downstairs again, and once more he was completely naked. I was having fun with this now.

“Adam!” His mom shouted.

Adam screamed when he realized his nudity and once more fled back to his room. This time he did not come back out.

Except for the swim trunks I’d been moving the clothes I took off of him to another location. No need to waste good clothes. His trunks I deleted from existence just for fun.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him. Why does he think it’s okay to parade around naked all of the sudden?” She asked.

I shrugged. “Maybe we shouldn’t make a big deal about it. He’s just a kid after all.”

“Yeah I guess. But it’s strange. He acts embarrassed like normal. It’s almost like he didn’t know he was naked until we pointed it out.” She said.

I laughed. “How can you not know you’re naked?”

She shrugged. “Maybe I should take him to a shrink. I better go to talk to him.”

A few minutes later she came back to the kitchen looking flustered.

“He won’t talk to me. He won’t come out either. He’s afraid he’ll be naked again. As if he couldn’t just put on some clothes. He’s spinning some story about putting clothes on then his clothes just disappearing.” She said.

“Maybe he’ll talk to me.” I suggested.

“Be my guest.” She said.

I went to his room and knocked on the door.

“Go away mom.” He said.

“It’s me.” I said.

“I can’t come out. If I do I’ll be naked.” He said.

“What’s so bad about that?” I asked.

“I don’t want everyone to see me naked!” He said.

“Fair enough. May I come in?” I asked.

“Yeah. I have clothes on right now.” He said.

I opened the door and entered. He had been crying, I could tell. He was wearing a tank top and gym shorts.

“Why does this keep happening?” He asked.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“My clothes keep disappearing, and then there are those orgasms you told me about. First the pool when I lost my trunks. Then I woke up naked for some reason. And then now I lost my clothes twice trying to come down for breakfast.” He said.

“So your clothes just disappear?” I asked.

“Yes! My mom doesn’t believe me and I don’t think you will either.” He said.

“I believe you.” I said.

He looked relieved. “Thank you!” He said.

“We should figure out why this is happening.” I said.

“Okay, how?”

I twirled my fingers on my face, pretending to think. On schedule Adam began to tremble.

“It’s happening again!” He said.

“What is?” I asked.

“I’m having an orgasm again!” He said with a shiver.

“Really? That shouldn’t be happening.” I said.

“Ah, ahh, aaaahhh!” He gasped.

“Well this is awkward.” I said.

“It feels so good!” He said.

He muffled a scream with his pillow.

“That was the best one yet.” He said breathlessly.

“Maybe these orgasms are connected to why your clothes keep disappearing.” I said.

“Yeah, maybe.” He said.

“I wonder if you learned to control your random orgasms maybe the random naked thing would stop happening too.” I suggested.

“How? They just just happen randomly.” He said.

“Well I’m not sure I should tell you that.” I said.

“Please!” He begged.

“Well I don’t even know if it would work. Let me think about how we can solve this thing for a day or two, and then we can talk more.” I said.

“Thanks.” He said, looking more chipper.

If he thought things were going to get better he was dead wrong.

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The following Monday I took the day off. I wanted to be home for when the shit hit the fan. And oh boy was it going to splatter.

On cue at about 11:30 in the morning I heard the front door bang open. I heard first Miss Evan’s stern and angry voice ordering Adam to go upstairs and stay in his room until dinner. Then I heard gentle sobbing from the boy.

Feigning curiosity I peeked out of my room and saw Adam coming up the stairs dressed in a sweater that was too big for him and likewise baggy sweatpants. Fresh tears were on his face. He entered his room and slammed the door.

After what felt like an appropriate pause I wandered downstairs.

“What was that about?” I asked Miss Evans who was fixing herself a sandwich.

She sighed. “My ten year old nudist is back at it again.” She said.

“Wait, at school?” I asked. I hoped my incredulity sounded genuine.

She slid a piece of paper towards me to read. I picked it up and read:

Glendale Elementary School
Disciplinary Report

Student: Adam Evans
Grade: 4
Teacher: Marianne Margoles
Date: 5 May 2019

Description:

Adam was in his classroom at 10:45 in the morning, during his teacher’s morning spelling lesson. The entire class and the teacher reports that when Adam was called to the board to spell a word he did so completely naked. Everyone saw Adam’s complete nudity and it appears his intention was to show as many people as possible by choosing to do so while answering a question on the board.

This is a serious violation of school dress code and appropriate behavior policies. Adam was escorted from the classroom and to the nearest bathroom by his teacher. Attempts to find his shed clothing were unsuccessful despite thoroughly searching the classroom. Therefore Adam was given temporary clothes from the school’s lost and found bin. He was made to wait in the office dressed as such while his mother was contacted and asked to take him home.

Adam denied responsibility and insists that his clothes “disappeared” and claims that this has happened before.

Punishment: 3 day suspension
Long term solution (if applicable): psychological evaluation and counseling, to commence upon return to class.

Signatures:

Raymond Fairchild, Vice principal.
Marianne Margoles, teacher.

I put the report down and rolled my eyes.

“He got naked in front of his entire class.” I said, sounding dumbstruck.

“And to make matters worse he lost his clothes as well. A whole outfit, gone.” She said.

“That is strange. Also strange is how he was able to strip quickly enough that he wasn’t caught and stopped before getting completely naked.” I said.

“I reckon he’s been practicing. I have no idea where this rebellion is coming from. They said if it happens again they will have to file a police report. I’m surprised they didn’t. Adam’s been so well behaved in the past I’m guessing that’s why they let him off with only a suspension.” She said.

“Well I don’t know. It’s not my place to speculate or give advice, he's your kid after all.” I said

“Yes. He looks up to you though, he likes you. Maybe you could do some gentle prodding and help me figure out where this is coming from. I’ll knock a hundred dollars off your rent if you do.” She said.

“Oh you don’t have to do that. I’ll see if he’ll talk to me.” I said.

In truth imagining Adam in front of his entire class naked was worth every penny of that one hundred dollars. Every kid’s worst nightmare. And no doubt one he’d been worried about since his clothes had recently developed a habit of disappearing at random. For such a thing to occur in school was the epitome of dread.

Did I feel bad? No. Should I? Probably. Part of me knows that I am subjecting the kid to the ultimate humiliation and I’d turned his life into a waking nightmare. Another part of me, the greater part of me, believes that meeting a wizard like me is the best thing that can happen to a kid, I know from experience. For now only time will tell if Adam will embrace the magic as I did.

Chapter two: The Solution

I let things cool off for a while. Too much of a good thing. I didn’t want to risk breaking Adam altogether. His misadventure at school had almost been too much. He’d been quiet and withdrawn, barely leaving his room and dreading going to school for fear of his curse happening again.

School ended for the summer and Adam’s disposition changed dramatically. It had been nearly a month since his last random nudity episode. I was giving him regular orgasms though, at least one a day, but only when he was alone, too much humiliation would not do at this stage.

After school was over I initiated phase two of my plans.

His mom asked me to take him to his summer piano lessons in exchange for reduced rent, a request I gladly obliged. The day before the first time I was scheduled to take him to his lessons I deliberately withheld from giving him an orgasm, the first time he’d not had one since the school incident.

We were in my car, driving to his lesson. Adam was sitting beside me in the passenger seat. He seemed to have put the trauma of my previous actions behind him. I intended to remedy that.

What better opportunity than this? In a car, in public, no clothes or cover or privacy of any kind, only what his hands could cover.

We came to a stoplight. I pretended to wave my hands in frustration about the traffic and then Adam was naked.

He screamed and covered his precious little cock with his hands. I’d had maybe two seconds to look at it.

“No no no! It’s happened again!” He shouted.

“Holy shit you’re naked!” I said in pretend surprise.

“Agh I don’t have any spare clothes! Help me Mr Harcourt!” He begged.

“What should I do?” I asked, covertly admiring his side nudity. I could see a few inches of buttcrack as he leaned forward to hide himself from nearby cars.

“Go back home!” He said.

“Righto.” I said.

I rerouted us back to the house. I chose to act when we were very close to the piano lesson’s location, so the trip home in naked agony would take as long as possible.

“Why does this keep happening?” Adam wailed as we drove. His hands were still tightly clasped over his little cock. I wanted to say that I’d seen it before and he didn’t need to hide it, but that might be suspicious.

I pretended to drum my fingers on the steering wheel while we waited for another red light. Adam gasped.

“Oh no. Not now! An orgasm!” He said in desperation.

“I thought you said they felt good.” I said.

“They, ahhhh, do.” He said breathlessly. He was squirming in his seat.

I kept him going for a very long time, keeping him right on the edge for almost three minutes. He was gasping, panting and moaning. He was no longer able to keep his stiff penis hidden completely as he squirmed and twisted in his seat.

“Ahh this one is lasting a really long time.” He moaned.

Finally I couldn’t contain him any longer and He burst. He screamed in ecstasy and a substantial amount of precum came squirting out into his hands.

“Oh, gross!” He said.

“Hey you’re getting your stuff all over my upholstery!” I said in mock anger.

“Sorry.” He said. He moved his hands to look at the sticky liquid covering them, and I saw his wet cock deflating. He’d shot an impressive amount of the stuff, but no semen yet, not at his age.

“Here.” I said, reaching across him and opening the glove box. “Use these napkins to clean yourself.”

I furtively watched as he used the fast food napkins to wipe away the glistening precum that covered his cock. His balls were pulled up tight against him due to the effort of edging for so long. He was crying tears of embarrassment as he knew I could see every inch of his naked body while he wiped himself off. Poor kid was really upset.

By mutual consent we did not talk about the event for the rest of the day. I was working from home, as I frequently did in order to spend more time around Adam. I called the piano teacher and excused Adam on grounds of illness so that he would not call Miss Evans and reveal that he did not go to his lesson.

Adam did not emerge from his room until after his mom got home from work. He had a lot on his mind. He was quiet and withdrawn as we shared a meal, and after he was excused his mother turned to me.

“Did something happen today?” She asked. “He seems upset.”

I shrugged. “I think he said something about one of his classmates moving away.”

“Hmm. I wonder if it’s anything to do with his nudist streak he had at the end of the school year. Thankfully he hasn’t had a recurrence, that I know of.” She said.

“Nothing’s happened around me either.” I said.

She put a hand on my arm. “Thanks so much for helping out with him. I know I pay you in rent deductions but I want you to know how glad I am that there’s a dependable man in his life right now, a role model. I hope you stay here for a good long time.”

I smiled graciously. The irony was almost too perfect. If she knew even one percent of my plans with her son she’d have stabbed me with a kitchen knife already.

After dinner and dessert (Adam did not come down) I returned to my room. On my way as I passed Adam’s room I heard him call out to me.

“Hey. Thanks for not ratting me out.” He said from his doorway.

“Well it wasn’t your fault. One second you were dressed and the next second you were naked. Your mom wouldn’t believe that story, and I knew you’d get in trouble.” I said.

“Yeah. I wish she’d believe me.” He said.

“Hey I’ve been thinking.” I said.

“About what?” He asked.

“How you had an orgasm while you were in the car.” I said.

He put his finger to his lips and gestured towards the stairs. He beckoned me into his room. I entered and he shut the door behind us.

“Do you know why they are happening?” He asked, sounding excited.

“I think if you learn to control them your clothes will stop disappearing.” I said.

“You said that. You really think it would work?”

“Well they started happening at the same time right? And they often happen together right?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Well, boys can only have so many orgasms a day. Most guys can only manage three or four in a twenty four hour period.” I explained.

He nodded again.

“Well maybe if you give yourself an orgasm you might not lose your clothes for the next six to eight hours. I don’t even know if it would work or not but it’s worth a try.” I said.

“I didn’t have an orgasm for the first time in a month yesterday, and now today I lose my clothes.” He said pensively

“Exactly my point, it certainly seems like orgasmingmprevents it from occurring.” I said.

“Then I should have them as often as I can.” He said.

It was a masterstroke, no pun intended. Making him think it was his idea.

“You don’t have anything to lose. Worst case scenario you get to have extra orgasms.” I said.

“They do feel really good.” He agreed. He thought for a moment. “Would you teach me how to do it?”

“Of course. But your mom can’t know. She would not like it at all if she learned I was teaching you. Remember she still thinks you’re getting naked on purpose. She wouldn’t understand that we’re trying to stop that from happening.” I said.

“No way I’d never tell her.” He agreed.

“Let’s wait until morning. It’s Saturday so I’m at home. Your mom’s got Pilates all morning so we’ll have privacy. Besides it might be too soon for you to manage it again anyway.” I said.

He looked slightly crestfallen that we weren’t going to practice tonight, but he agreed to wait until morning.

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Saturday came with great anticipation. Today was the day I was going to teach young Adam to masturbate. Such a glorious prospect. For him to willingly bare his cock for me was much better than forcing him to by taking away his clothes.

As soon as his mom left for her Pilates I knocked on his door. He let me in with a mischievous grin.

“So, uh, how do we start?” He asked. He was dressed in his PJs still.

“I think you should start by taking all of your clothes off.” I said.

He opened his mouth to object but I talked over him.

“Look, I’ve seen you naked four times now so there’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I want you to get used to being naked around me so that if you lose your clothes randomly with me it isn’t so bad. And besides, I’m gonna have to see your private parts anyway to teach you.” I said.

He still looked unsure. “Well, I guess.” He said.

He peeled off his tank top. I tried not to look too excited. He paused after fidgeting with the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Would you get naked too?” He asked.

The question stunned me. I did not expect this at all.

“Uh yeah. I’m surprised you want me to.” I said.

“It’s just it won’t be as weird if we’re both naked.” He said.

In truth he was probably curious what an adult’s body looked like. All kids are.

“Okay.” I said.

I took my shirt off. Adam giggled a bit at my hairy chest.

Adam with a little hesitation pulled off his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxer shorts and nothing else.

I pulled my gym shorts off, revealing my white cotton briefs. Adam eyed the bulge in front with a mixture of fascination and apprehension.

“You first.” Adam said.

I shrugged. I peeled my briefs off and then I was naked. Adam’s eyes went wide as my erect, five and a half inch long cock sprang loose. My dick is average sized in every way but to a boy like Adam it was absolutely massive.

“Your thingy is huge.” He said.

From the mouths of babes. Adorable.

“It’s called a penis. That’s the proper name for it.” I said.

He giggled at the name. “Penis.” He repeated.

“Your turn.” I said.

Adam hesitated quite a bit and almost chickened out. But a stern look from me was enough to make him shed the last of his modesty. Off went his boxers and then we were both naked.

It was a magic moment. Man and boy, naked, and looking at each other. Me reveling in his innocence and purity, and him drinking in the prophecy before him of what his body would become.

“There, this isn’t so bad, now is it?” I asked.

He shook his head. He was getting hard down there as well.

“So now if you find yourself naked, if your clothes vanish, come to me and I’ll help. We’ve seen each other naked and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about any more.” I continued.

“So how do I orgasm?” He asked.

I directed him onto the bed. We sat side by side. He moved his hands instinctively to cover himself, but I didn’t object, I’d seen enough of him for just now. I let him stare at my uncovered cock, let him sate his curiosity.

“See, you shouldn’t be having orgasms spontaneously like you are. It’s weird. Normally you get them through stimulation. They don’t normally occur randomly and without warning.” I said.

“Do you want me to start having them normally?” He asked.

I nodded. “You do that by stimulating your penis until it happens.”

“Stimulate?”

“Touching it, playing with it.” I said.

He blushed a deep red. “This is kinda weird.” He said.

“It’s not. It’s the most normal thing in the world.” I said.

“Can you show me?” He asked.

I grabbed my penis and started stroking it, slowly and gently. Adam was watching with rapt attention. He started copying my movements.

“Make sure you rub the head, just like that. Yes.” I said, stopping my motions to surprise his.

I let him experiment for a minute. I watched him rub his three inch long boner with raptured awe. I was teaching a ten year old boy to masturbate. I was the luckiest man in the world.

“Use your other hand to play with your balls.” I suggested.

He complied and soon he was jiggling his perfect round scrotum in his left hand while he continued to jerk it with his right.

He paused for a breather. His erection rested against his bare tummy.

“It feels good but I don’t know if it’s working.” He said.

“May I try?” I asked, before my brain caught up with my mouth. Stupid. Way too fast.

“You want to try doing it… to me?” He asked apprehensively.

“You don’t have to, I shouldn’t have suggested it.” I said.

“If it will help you can.” He said.

This kid was a gift from above. He truly was eager to please.

He inhaled sharply as I ever so tenderly took his penis in my hand. I started slowly and gently. I lovingly ran my adult sized hand up, down, and around him. He giggled when I became a little bolder.

“Does it feel good?” I asked.

His throbbing cock and his labored breathing made it a rhetorical question, but he nodded.

I caressed his smooth balls in my other hand and he moaned in pleasure. I began whispering gently in his ear that he was a perfect, beautiful boy to trigger ASMR.

He thrashed on the bed and moaned so loud that I clapped my hand over his mouth to stifle the sounds of his orgasm. He wriggled in pleasure under my hand and his penis became slick and wet in my hand.

“Wow! That was so good!” He said breathlessly.

“I hope it works.” I said.

“Me too.” He said.

“Do you think you can do it yourself in the future?” I asked.

He nodded. “I’ll do it just like you did it.”

I lovingly cleaned the clear white precum off of his boyhood with a handkerchief that I had in my pocket for this exact purpose.

“Does it always make such a mess?” He asked.

I laughed. “Actually it’s usually much worse, but you’re too young. Soon though a lot more than this will come out. You’ll need to have tissues on hand to clean up with.”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left his room, grinning like a bobcat.

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And now to reveal two more of my powers. Aside from causing orgasms in people at will and removing their clothes with magic I can also magically sense when people I focus on have orgasms.

I focused this power on Adam. Over the coming days he did not once achieve orgasm. This was because of my final power: the ability to deny orgasms the same way I give them. I could sense when he tried, and oh boy did he try. But I never once allowed him to cum.

I let him think that the naked curse had gone away. For a whole week he did not lose his clothes even once.

But I’d tricked him into thinking that by orgasming he could prevent the curse, and so by denying him orgasms I knew his anxiety would increase. I noticed him compulsively double checking that he was still dressed at frequent intervals.

Finally after a week when his paranoia was at its max I implemented my coup d’etat, my grand manipulation.

The slumber party.

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