The Warlock

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The Warlock
by Zyngaru
Email: zyngaru@ml1.net

There’s this boy in our community that’s just weird. He’s thirteen years old, with long black hair and very dark eyes. He’s a total loner. I’ve never seen him hanging out with anyone, yet just about everyplace I go, when I look around, I’ll see him sitting or standing off to the side of where everyone else is playing. In school, we have a few classes together and he always sits at the back of the room and never joins in with the class. Even when the teacher calls on him, he just shrugs his shoulders and doesn’t say a word. Everyone thinks Jonathan Kicks is one weird kid. I’ve even heard kids refer to him as a witch. Of course he can’t be a witch, because he’s a dude. He has to be a warlock if he’s a dude. Now some have suggested that maybe he isn’t a dude at all, but is actually a girl, because he does look extremely effeminate and has hair down to his shoulders. Now in this matter, I can testify for a certainty that Jonathan is a boy. I’ve seen him naked in the school showers and he has a four inch, uncut, dick with a thick bush of long black hair growing wild all around it.

As for Jonathan being a warlock or not, I have no idea. I do know that weird stuff happens when he’s around, but then, like I said, he’s always around. For example. At the beginning of this school year, I was sitting in Algebra class when something weird happened with this boy named Alex Birdman. Yes, his last name is really Birdman and he takes a lot of crap for it. It’s probably why he’s the proverbial class clown, making jokes and otherwise being an annoyance during class. This day, Alex is just being his normal annoying self, when I glance over and under his desktop, he has his jeans undone, with his pecker out and he’s playing with it. Looking at his face, it’s obvious he isn’t enjoying doing what he’s doing. He’s sweating profusely. It’s like he’s doing this nasty thing in class, but he’s trying to fight it without success. What’s making matters worse is that he’s still cutting up and making Mrs. Hargrove really angry. Eventually she does what any teacher would do when a student is interrupting their class. She tells him to stand up and go to the office. Now Alex still has his dick out and is playing with it, so he just sits there staring at her. Mrs. Hargrove gets even madder and walks to his desk and tells him to stand up and get out, NOW! For the first time ever, I see Alex cry in class. He slowly stands up with his hard dick in his hand in front of everyone. There’s a collective gasp from every student in the class. Mrs. Hargrove yells at Alex something awful as he tries to collect his stuff, so he can run from the room.

That’s when out of the corner of my eye, I see Jonathan sitting back at his desk with a slight smile across his face as his lips seem to be whispering something. When Jonathan notices me staring at him, his lips stop moving and Alex regains control of himself, while pulling his jeans back together and runs from the room, crying loudly. That smile never leaves Jonathan’s face for the rest of class. Now I can’t prove Jonathan made Alex do the nasty in class, but it sure looked to me like he might have had something to do with it.

Then there’s the time during Easter vacation, when I was at city park with some friends and we saw the biggest, meanest bully in our neighborhood picking on this really wimpy nerd of a boy named Baxter. Butch Kincaid is sixteen years old and he’s huge. He’s a linebacker on the high school football team. He’s always been big for his age and has always bullied boys smaller than him. Baxter is one such boy. He’s fourteen but looks more like ten. Puberty seems to have passed this kid over. It doesn’t help that he’s also a nerd. I mean he likes bugs, flowers and planets. On this day, he’s down on his hands and knees observing some insects in the flower bushes, when Butch spots him and with his size thirteen foot pushes Baxter over onto the ground. Lying on his back looking up at Butch, poor Baxter is more than vulnerable. He’s totally at Butch’s mercy and Butch doesn’t show anyone mercy. Butch plants his big foot right on Baxter’s chest and pushes down hard making Baxter squirm like one of his bugs. Baxter pleads and pleads for Butch to let him go, but Butch is having way too much fun to even consider it.

While my friends and I are watching this take place, I notice on the other side of the park, Jonathan is also watching. Now from my position, I can’t really tell if Jonathan’s lips are moving or not, but I can see him smiling. It’s then that I hear Butch ask Baxter to forgive him for being so mean. Butch never asks forgiveness from anyone. Then to everyone’s surprise, Butch lifts his big foot off of Baxter. He then pulls his belt from his jeans and hands it to Baxter, while begging Baxter to whip is ass for being mean to him. I can tell from Baxter’s face, he’s in shock as he takes the offered belt. As Baxter just stares at the belt in his hand, Butch unfastens his jeans and lowers them to his ankles. He then drops his boxers down to his ankles also, revealing his stubby three inch dick sticking straight out from his body. Butch then lifts his tee shirt and bends over with his bare ass sticking right out in the open for Baxter to whip.

I look back at Jonathan, and I still can’t see his lips clearly, so I can’t tell if he’s whispering anything or not, but he’s definitely smiling. Butch again asks Baxter to whip his ass. We all can see that Baxter is at a lose as to what to do. I’m sure he’s thinking this has to be some kind of a trick. But if it is a trick, Baxter can’t figure out how, because Butch just keeps pleading with him to whip is bare ass. By now a crowd has come to surround Baxter and Butch and most people are staring at Butch’s naked ass. Soon a chant erupts, for Baxter to whip his ass. I have to move in closer to get a better view and as I approach, I hear the first slap of the belt on bare skin. Butch’s bare skin. Butch’s bare ass. Baxter whips Butch over and over with Butch’s own belt. After each swing, Butch asks for another one but harder this time. After about fifteen whacks, I can see Butch’s ass turning red and stripes from the belt showing across both cheeks. Yet, Butch keeps asking for more. Even though Butch is obviously crying and tears are freely flowing, Butch keeps asking for more. I’ve never seen Butch cry before. I don’t think anyone has ever seen him cry. Oh, he’s made other boys cry a lot. Heck he’s even made me cry, but now all of us are watching him get his ass whipped and openly crying.

Now Baxter at first was nervous about whipping Butch. Then he got into it and whacked away with abandon, but at the end, he seems to regret what he’s doing because he just throws Butch’s belt to the ground and says that’s enough. “No more!” To everyone’s surprise, Butch just stands up with his dick on display and thanks Baxter for giving him the whipping that he needed. I totally understand and empathize with Butch’s embarrassment. Who wouldn’t be embarrassed from getting a bare ass naked whipping in public? Yet, he takes his time pulling up his boxers and jeans to cover his nakedness. Butch even tells Baxter to keep the belt, just in case he ever bullies him again. Who does that?

All the while Jonathan just sits on the jungle gym, across the park, smiling at everything that went on. I don’t know if Jonathan had anything to do with it or not. I can’t see how he could have? But then again, he was smiling the whole time. Of course maybe he just thought it was funny. Who knows. But that’s what kids around here say, that Jonathan Hicks is a Warlock. He might not be responsible for any of the strange things that take place around here, but he does seem to always be close by when they happen. Now, I’ve told you of the two odd things I’ve witnessed, but my friends have witnessed many others. So maybe Jonathan is a witch, no a Warlock. He has to be a Warlock, because he’s definitely a boy, because no girl, that I’ve ever heard of, has anything to match Jonathan’s dick.

Schools just let out for summer break. I have three whole months to just do what I want to do. The weather is hot and school is no more. It’s a wonderful day and I just want to go out and have some fun. My name’s Willie Barkhouse. My first name is actually William, but doesn’t that sound way to formal? Only teachers at school call me William and for the next three months they are out of my life. I like Willie so much better. Now, some might think Willie would be a bad nickname to have and when I was younger, they would be right. Yes, Willie is another slang name for penis. In grade school, boys would make fun of me for being called Willie. But then, my best friend is Richard Workman and his nickname is Dickie. So you can only imagine what he went through as a young boy and still does sometimes. Now we’re both teenagers. Just barely teens. We’re both thirteen. We aren’t teased as much about our names anymore. I guess kids do grow up and become more mature when we become teens. Any way. I like being called Willie rather than William, because I’m definitely not a Bill or Billy.

Today, I’m on my own. Well at least for the morning. Dickie is joining me at the park after lunch. I’m just your average thirteen year old boy. I’m tall and lanky. Most would say I’m skinny. I keep my light reddish-brown hair burred. Mom says my green eyes sparkle. My slightly pointed ears tend to stick out. Having a burr haircut doesn’t help with that. My nose is skinny and comes to a point. I have very thin lips and a sharp pointed chin. Basically, I have a Leprechaun look about me. Although as puberty takes over, my Leprechaun look is fading away. My pubes are all red, no brown in them at all. Since I don’t have all my pubes yet, I’m so hoping that maybe a few will grow in brown? I definitely don’t want a red beard when I get old enough to grow one. I get teased enough in the school showers with my little patch of red pubes hugging the base of my short, stubby, two and a half inch, circumsized pecker.

I get to the park around nine and it’s mostly little kids playing games and running around. I would say first through fifth graders mostly. So they’re all ten years old or younger. I see three girls sitting on a bench watching some boys climbing on the jungle gym. I know the girls from the neighborhood. They are all ten and are pretty much the gossip committee of the community. They are each dressed in shorts and tee shirts with sneakers and they’re color coordinated in varying shades of pink. I mean this is a lot of pink in one place. I just can’t help myself. I have to say something to them. They look like cotton candy and I tell them as much. I’m in one of my more frisky moods, where I just have to tease people and these three girls are ripe for teasing. They’ve been pointing out one boy and then another while they gossip about him, so I just have to butt in and see which boy they have a liking of and then tease them about it. I’m really on a roll. I have these girls so flustered they don’t know how to respond, as I cut deep into their emotional lives. I’m so enjoying this and of course I draw attention of the boys we’re talking about. Four of them walk over when they hear their names being bandied about. I have the girls red faced by this point and I’m loving it.

Voice in my head: “Willie! You having fun humiliating these girls?”

I look back and forth trying to find the source of this voice in my head.

Me: “Who are you?”

Alicia: “I’m Alicia.”

Me: “Not you silly girl. Who’s this boy?”

One of the boys watching: “I’m Timmy.”

Me: “Not you either. The boy talking in my head. Who are you?”

I look around and all the kids around me are staring at me like I have three heads or something.

Voice in my head: “You know who I am.”

Me: “No I don’t. Your voice is familiar but I don’t know who you are?”

Voice in my head: “Answer my question and I’ll tell you who I am. Are you having fun teasing and embarrassing these girls?”

Me: “Yes. Well until now. Now that you’ve got in my head, I’m not having as much fun anymore.”

Voice in my head: “Look around. I’m the boy off to your left that’s leaning against a tree.”

I immediately start scanning the park and sure enough off to my left in the distance is a boy leaning up against a tree. But he ain’t just any boy. Oh! No! He’s Jonathan Kicks. The Warlock. We lock eyes and I know. I know for sure that somehow he’s talking to me in my head.

Jonathan: “Stay right where you are. Don’t move.”

Now I want to run. I want to run away as fast as I can. I’ve seen the strange stuff that happens when the Warlock sets his eyes on you. But my feet won’t move and all that comes out of my mouth is.

Me: “Okay.”

How lame is that. I said, okay. Okay don’t get it. Heck no. I need to run.

Jonathan: “Willie. It’s like this. You had your fun with these girls, now it’s time for them to have some fun with you.”

Me: “Please. No. I’ll stop. I won’t mess with them any more.”

Now, I’m hearing what Jonathan is saying, loud and clear in my head, but no one around me can hear him. And for some reason, I’m answering him out loud instead of trying to just think to him, which has all the kids staring at me oddly.

Jonathan: “Sorry Willie. It’s too late for that. You have to pay for humiliating them in front of their friends. Now it’s your turn to be humiliated.”

Me: “No! Please don’t make me do something embarrassing. Please. I’ll be good.”

Jonathan: “Oh. No. I’m not going to make you do anything. You are going to ask the girls to make you do something really embarrassing to make up for what you did to them.”

Me: “No please. Not that. Anything but that.”

Jonathan: “Tell the girls you’re sorry for embarrassing them and that you want to make up for what you did, so each of them can make you do one embarrassing thing.”

Me: “Please. No. Please, don’t make me do this. Please.”

Jonathan: “Do it and do it now.”

Now all this time, the kids around me have been increasing in number. There are over a dozen kids staring at me, with others still walking my way. Also, all they have been hearing is my one sided conversation with Jonathan. None of them know that Jonathan is even in the park. So when I look around, I see nothing but confused, shocked faces looking back at me. The three girls that I teased are looking at me like I’ve went crazy. The crowd that is standing around me is a mixture of boys and girls from six to ten years old.

I so don’t want to say this, but I have no choice. The Warlock has put some kind of spell on me and I have to say this even though I don’t want to.

Me: “Girls. I’m very sorry for teasing you and embarrassing you in front of your friends. I really deserve to be punished for what I did, so I’m asking each of you to make me do something very embarrassing to make up for what I did to you.”

Alicia: “Do you really mean that or are you trying to trick us?”

Me: “I really mean it. One at a time, you each get to make me do one thing that will humiliate me in front of you and your friends.”

Carolyn: “Alicia. I think he means it.”
Alicia: “I think so too, Carolyn.”

Cindra: “You go first Alicia, then Carolyn and then I’ll go last because I need to think of something really embarrassing for him to do.”

Alicia: “Okay, Cindra. I know exactly what I want him to do. It’s something I’ve wanted a boy to do for a long time.”

Carolyn: “Well, it looks like now is your chance. Go for it.”

As the girls talk back and forth, I’m getting this really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. This isn’t going to be fun at all.

Alicia: “Willie. Take all your clothes off. Everything. Don’t leave nothing on. Everyone wants to see what you look like without any clothes, so you can’t cover nothing up either, but let us all see what you got hiding under your clothes.”

I was so afraid of this. All of Jonathan’s victims, that I know of, either had to get naked or at least show their boy stuff, so I was pretty sure once the Warlock started talking to me in my head that something like this was going to happen and it scares me something terrible. These kids are going to see me naked. They’re going to see my dick.

Me: “No! Please! Not that. Everyone will see me. Anything else but that. Please.”

Cindra: “You said we can make you do anything. Were you telling us the truth? Do what Alicia says if you meant what you said.”

Jonathan speaks to me inside my head.

Jonathan: “Do it Willie. Do everything they say or things will get even worse for you.”

I want to ask him how much worse can it get and then I remember what happened to Alex Birdman. He was actually jerking himself off in class and got caught by everyone. Oh yes. The Warlock can make this a lot worse for me.

Me: “Okay. I’ll do it. I know I deserve your punishment for how I treated you. I’ll do it.”

Of course I don’t want to do it. I’m scared out of my skin for having to do it, but I know I have to, so I toe my sneakers off, one at a time and then raise my foot up so I can pull each sock off. Now I haven’t been barefoot in the park since I was little. The feel of grass between my toes brings back many sensations I thought I had totally forgotten about. I reach for the hem of my tee shirt and raise it up and over my head, leaving me bare chested. The feel of the sun on my bare skin feels awesome. I never go shirtless anymore, but today it looks like I will. I actually do like the feel of the breeze blowing on my skin. I can only think what I look like to these other boys. Only little boys run around the park in just shorts. I wonder if I look like a little boy to them? I know they are all staring intently at me, waiting for the next piece of clothing to come off.

I stare back at the crowd as I slowly unfasten my shorts. I never wear a belt, so with a quick snap at the fastener and a pull on the zipper, my shorts are ready to leave my body. This is so humiliating. I can feel my face getting hot. I’m sure it’s bright red as I lower my shorts and step out of them, leaving me standing in the park in just my white briefs. I don’t understand what it is, but there’s something about being in just your underpants that is more embarrassing than being naked. Well at least it is in the boy’s locker room. I’ve never just been in my underpants out in public before, but this is really humiliating standing here with all eyes staring at my Fruit of the Loom briefs. I almost feel like crying as I slip my thumbs in the waistband of my underpants. Thirteen year old boys don’t cry in public though. Yes, I cry like a baby when dad whips my ass, but he does that in my room. Even my little brother, Bryan, doesn’t get to see that. But out here in the park, there’s no way I can let myself cry in front of all these people. So instead of dragging this out, I just lower my briefs down my legs and step out of them fast, closing my eyes to all that are now taking in the sight of my naked body.

No one is saying a word. There is total silence from the kids standing around me. I can hear in the distance kids spreading it around the park that there’s a naked boy over there, so I know more kids are coming to look at me. But right here in the present, it’s silent. I can’t take it any longer and peek out though my eyelids at the faces of those staring at my dick, balls and small amount of pubes. The girls all have huge smiles on their faces. The boys look shocked. I guess to them, my dick is huge compared to theirs, which would put them in shock. Of course now, after seeing me naked, they all know their own dicks will grow in a few more years. I’m just glad Bryan isn’t here to see me naked. He hasn’t seen me naked in years and since he’s only eleven, his dick is still small like the boys here. Of course with him being my little brother, I see him naked anytime I want. I even volunteer to go in when he’s taking a bath to check to make sure he’s getting clean. Mom likes me checking on him, so she doesn’t have to. So I get to see Bryan naked, but he doesn’t ever get to see me naked, so I’m really happy he’s spending the day at a friends house.

Finally, I open my eyes fully and look back at everyone. Yes, the crowd has grown to over three dozen now. All eyes are on me. I notice that the age of some of the new kids is older. I see a couple of girls and a boy that I know are twelve. I notice the boy has a boner in his shorts. He’s the only one though. The younger boys are enjoying seeing me naked, but not as much as boner boy. Heck when you’re twelve years old, everything and anything causes you to get a boner, but seeing a naked boy in the park is for sure going to cause it to spring to life. I’m not the only one who has spotted his boner. Both girls he came with also see it. Luckily my own dick is staying soft. I’m guessing it’s because of how embarrassed I am. Instead of growing, it’s trying to shrink to nothing and hide from all these people.

Alicia: “Wow! Willie, you’re the first boy I’ve seen naked.”

Carolyn: “Me two.”

Cindra: “I’ve seen my five year old brother naked but this is so much better.”

Me: “I would say, that I’m glad to do this for you, but we all know I’m not. This is my punishment so I have to do it.”

Alicia: “Oh ya. Punishment. Carolyn. It’s your turn to make Willie do something embarrassing.”

Carolyn: “Ya I know, but you took mine. Now I don’t know what to make him do.”

Just then I watch as one of the twelve year old girls walks over to Carolyn and whispers in her ear.

Carolyn: “Really! It does that! Wow!”

I’m not really sure of what this girl is telling Carolyn, but from the reaction I’m seeing and hearing from Carolyn, I’m sure I’m not going to like what she’s about to make me do. The thing is, Carolyn is only ten, the chances of her ever thinking of anything beyond me getting naked to embarrass me is minimal, but with a twelve year old girl coaching her, anything could be possible. Now, I don’t know these girl’s names, but I’ve seen them in the halls at school. So we sort of know each other, even if it is just in passing. I should know the boy also, but I don’t remember ever seeing him at school.

Carolyn: “Okay Willie. I got your punishment. I want you to make you wiener grow and then make it do it’s trick for all of us to see.”

Of course I know what she wants, but since she didn’t actually tell me to do that, I’m hoping I have a way out of this.

Me: “What trick is that?”

Carolyn looks confused for a minute but then the girl whispers in her ear again and she smiles at me.

Carolyn: “Jerk off. Make your wiener squirt for us.”

The expressions on the faces of the kids around me would be priceless, if it wasn’t at my expense. The twelve year old boy’s mouth drops wide open and he just stares at me in shock. The other boys who are all ten and under, look really confused. The girls all have smiles on their faces, but unknowing smiles. It’s obvious they have no idea of what they are about to see, but know it has to be something special. Now the two twelve year old girls on the other hand are grinning at me and licking their lips. They know exactly what I have to do and can’t wait to witness me doing it right here in the open park.

As for me. I feel fear. Fear like no other. Fear that goes deep down into my bones. This girl has told me to do something boys never admit to doing. To no one. Not even to each other. Yet she wants me to do it, right here in front of everyone. This is a boy’s deepest secret. My little brother doesn’t even know I jerk off. My best friend doesn’t know. Now all these kids are going to know. As I’m contemplating this, I see both twelve year old girls lift their phones up so they can photograph me naked, but then I realize, they’re not only taking my picture but they’re going to video me jerking off. Now the fear of my situation is intense, it’s strangling me. I can’t do this. Yes, being naked is humiliating, but making a video of me doing the nasty will destroy me at school. I won’t ever be able to deny I jerk off. There’ll be evidence. I’m frozen in place. I can’t move.

Jonathan: “Willie. What are you waiting for? Either do it here or later in school.”

Again I remember Alex jerking off under his desktop. That could be me next. There’s no doubt the Warlock can make anyone do anything. I’ve witnessed it in person. So I don’t have a choice. I can feel my arm lift and my fingers grip my soft dick and begin playing with it in front of the crowd. I’m trying so hard to block out the comments I’m hearing from the kids watching me. I don’t know where to look, because all the eyes staring back at me are hungry eyes. Then I lock on the twelve year old boy with the boner in his shorts. I can see empathy in his eyes. I can feel him sending me comfort. I can also see that he has his hands in his pockets and he’s playing with his own boner. My dick is soon bone hard and throbbing. It has never taken me long to shoot. I’ve tried to make the whole ecstasy feeling last as long as possible, but to no avail. Once I get boned it isn’t long before I shoot and it’s over. Today isn’t any different.

No sooner than my dick is hard, I’m moaning and rising up on my tip toes trying to get ever bit of feeling out of each pass of my hand across my dick head. Since everyone is watching me, no one sees that boner boy is moaning and humping the air in front of him also. It’s not long before we are in rhythm with each other and not long after that we both shoot. The big difference is that he shoots in his underwear and I shoot up into the air and my sperms hit the ground at my feet. He shoots in semi-private and I shoot in total public. No one knows he shot and everyone knows I shot and it’s all on video for more people to see. It takes absolutely no time for my dick to go soft again. I’m totally drained from my orgasm and I sit my bare ass on the grass. I’m in a haze and I know kids are saying stuff, but I can’t concentrate on anything they’re saying. As I come out of my purple haze, I feel so ashamed. People saw me jerk off. Something I shouldn’t be doing and they saw. The shame that feels me is overwhelming and I so want to cry again. There again, thirteen year old boys don’t cry in public. They suck it up. But I’m so embarrassed right now, I just want to crawl into a hole and pull it in over me.

Eventually I hear the last girl speak.

Cindra: “Willie. That was so awesome. I really don’t need to give you another punishment because those two really humiliated you in front of everyone.”

Oh! Is she going to let me off? Am I going to be allowed to get dressed and go hide someplace away from all these kids? I hear some hope. Then I see the twelve year old girl go to whisper something to Cindra, but she doesn’t have any of it, and tells her to go away.

Cindra: “I don’t need your help. I know what I’m going to do.”

It’s the last part that has me concerned but maybe hopeful. Maybe she has decide to let me go.
Cindra: “Willie. Like I said, the two punishments that you have already been given is enough, so I’m not going to give you a new one. My punishment is that you have to stay naked and jerk off for anyone who asks, for the rest of the day, until the street lights come on. You can’t hide or cover up either. So nothing new, you just have to continue being punished until dark.”

My heart sinks. I’ve got to stay like this all day. But soon the older kids will be coming here. Oh and worse, adults will come here. Adults will see me and call the cops. I’m going to be arrested like those guys on TV. They always catch them in their underwear or totally naked and haul them off to jail like they found them. Heck, I might have to go to jail naked.

Me: “Please. I don’t want to go to jail naked.”

Cindra: “I didn’t say you have to go to jail.”

Me: “But if I stay naked all day, adults will see me and call the police.”

Then from the back of the crowd of kids, a girl walks up and I for sure know her. She’s babysat me before. It’s seventeen year old Kaitlyn Jones.

Kaitlyn: “Don’t worry about the adults or the cops. I’ll hang around the park and let everyone know that Willie here was a bad boy and is being punished for picking on little girls. Everyone will think he’s getting what he deserves and won’t call the cops.”

Kaitlyn smiles at me and winks. She hasn’t seen me naked since I was ten and gave me a bath while babysitting me and Bryan. That was three years ago. Now she’s staring at all of my naked self.

Kaitlyn: “Ah! Willie. It’s so good seeing you again. What’s it been three years or so, since I gave you a bath? You have certainly grown since then.”

Laughter erupts from the kids.

Alicia: “You used to babysit Willie?”

Kaitlyn: “Oh yes. Him and his brother. I still babysit his brother once and awhile.”

Cindra: “So you saw him naked?”

Kaitlyn: “Yep. I used to wash his little wiener all the time. He so loved it too.”

Blush. Blush deep red. How can I not. Kaitlyn is telling these kids all about my secret past.

Carolyn: “Oh my. I wish I had known that before I gave him his last punishment. Heck I could have made him let me give him a bath or even all three of us give him a bath.”

Just then, I realize that even though I have to stay naked all day, it could have been so much worse. Cindra could have thought about the bath thing. I could have had to be naked and let her wash me all over. So, no matter how bad this is right now, it sure could have been much worse.

Me: “So my punishment is done right? I can go now?”

Cindra: “Yep. Just as long as you stay in the park and stay naked until dark.”

I don’t wait around. I take off to try and find me a safe place to hang out all day. Yes, people are going to see me naked but I don’t have to stand right here in the center of the park in the open to draw in a crowd. The good thing for me is that it’s going on noon and the little kids have to go home for lunch. So for awhile the numbers in the park drop off to just a few kids and occasionally an adult or two with some really young kids with them. If an adult sees me, I notice Kaitlyn go to talk to them. I watch as the adults shake their head in agreement with my punishment. I can only imagine how many boys from this day forward are going to get naked punishment at home when they pick on their sisters.

Just after noon, I see Dickie come into the park and he’s looking everywhere for me. When he gets close to where I’m sitting, I step out and he gets his first look at naked me and his mouth drops open from surprise and shock. I spend the next hour explaining what happened to me and all the things I had to do and still have to do. He can’t believe that I’m doing this even after hearing about the Warlock. At least he does believe me about Jonathan Hicks being a real Warlock. He does seem to be worried that Jonathan might make him do something like me, since he’s hanging out with me. I try to assure him, that as long as he doesn’t pick on anyone, he’s probably safe. The other thing that is obvious is that Dickie keeps staring at my dick and that he keeps getting boners when he stares at it too long. Three times while Dickie is with me, girls walk up to me and ask to see me jerk off. Sometimes it’s just girls and sometimes they have a boy or two with them. Dickie can’t believe that I actually stand up and jerk off for them. I point out to Dickie that Jonathan is standing off in the distance where he sees everything I do.

Now for Dickie, this is a first. He’s seen me naked lots of times at school. But he’s never seen me jerk off. For me, this is probably the worst embarrassing time for me, because Dickie and I have been friends for so long and now he’s seeing me do the nasty. Even as best friends we’ve never admitted to each other that we masturbate. Now he’s seeing me do it right out in the open so that girls can watch. Of course Dickie has a full on boner every time I jerk off. One time I even catch him jerking himself off in his underwear just like that other boy did, with his hands in his pockets. I wonder what he’s going to do with those briefs when he gets home. Surely he won’t put them in the laundry for his mom to find. Dickie of course tries to act like he didn’t do it, but it’s so obvious that he jerked his dick through his pockets and squirted in his underpants.

Around five, Dickie has to go home for supper. I of course should have went home also, but since the street lights don’t come on until later I have to stay in the park. This means that I’ll probably get a whipping from dad when I finally get home. Well, that’s what I’m thinking as I watch Dickie leave the park, but soon after he leaves, in walks mom, dad and Bryan. What the heck are they doing here? They should be at home eating supper. No sooner than I spot them, Bryan spots me and I see him pointing at me and telling mom and dad he found me. So much for trying to hide from them.
Bryan: “Hey Willie. You’re naked. Why are you naked? Aren’t you embarrassed being naked in the park? I sure would be embarrassed.”

Me: “Mom. Dad. What are you doing here?”

Mom: “We heard about you from some kids in the neighborhood and thought this would be a great time to catch Bryan up on his biology.”

Dad: “I mean, since you’re being punished for teasing little girls and have to go naked and do other stuff on demand, you shouldn’t complain too much about us bringing your little brother to learn about his own biology.”

Me: “What! His biology? You mean you brought him here to see me naked!”

Dad: “Well sure, Willie. I mean, you remember our talk when you were just a little older than Bryan. You remember how embarrassing it was for the both of us. Me trying to explain things without visual aids and you trying to act like you were someplace else, any place other than with me hearing about your biology.”

Oh ya! I so remember that talk. I so wanted to forget it ever happened and now my parents have brought Bryan here to have it with him, with me being their visual aid. How weird is that? I mean this day has really been embarrassing for me. I’ve been humiliated in front of my peers and friends but this is going to be so much worse. Really! It’s going to be so much worse than anything I had to do today.

Me: “Ya. I remember. But please dad. Don’t talk with Bryan here with me being naked. Can’t you just talk to him like you did with me in the privacy of his bedroom?”

Dad: “I could. But this is going to be so much better. He’s actually going to be able to see biology in action, instead of trying to imagine it. Oh yes. This is better.”

I so want to hide. I want to run. I so want to get away from my parents and my excited brother. Oh! Ya! He’s excited. He hasn’t taken his eyes off my dick since he got here and he has a boner in his shorts for sure.

Mom: “Bryan. You need to take a real good look at your brother. Soon your body will be changing just like his.”

Bryan: “Really. You mean my penis will get as big as his and I’ll get hair down there too?”

Dad: “Yes son. It wasn’t that long ago, that Willie’s penis was the same as yours. But once puberty starts your penis will begin growing. Not only your penis either. Your scrotum and testicles will grow too.”

Bryan: “What’s a scrotum?”

Dad: “It’s that bag hanging behind your brothers penis.”

Bryan: “Oh! You mean his nuts.”

Dad: “Well, technically, Willie’s nuts are inside his bag.”

Bryan: “So, Willie’s bag is his scrotum and his nuts are his testicles.”

Dad: “Right.”

Bryan: “I know all boys have a penis and testicles, but why? I mean, Ya, we pee out our penis but why do we have a scrotum and testicles?”

Okay. My face is so hot, I’m surprised it hasn’t went up in flames. Dad is teaching Bryan using my body as his visual aid and it’s downright humiliating. What’s worse is that some other parents have brought their kids over to listen in on the lecture.

Dad: “That’s the other thing, that your brother is going to show you. Boy’s make sperm in their testicles, and sperms are a boys part of making a baby. Now that your brother is so willing and able, he is going to show you how those sperm get out of his testicles so they can be used to make a baby.”

Me: “DAD! No! Please! Not here in front of you and everyone. Please. Can we just go home and do it there if I have to. Please.”

Bryan: “Do what? I don’t understand.”

Mom: “No Willie. There’s no reason to wait until we get home, since you’re already naked right here and one of your punishments is to show kids what your penis can do. Besides, look at all these other boys with their parents looking on. You have the chance to educate them also. Isn’t that wonderful?”

Me: “Ya. Right. Wonderful.”

Just then, I see Jonathan approach and he walks right up to Bryan and stands beside him.

Jonathan: “Hello Bryan. I’m Jonathan. I’m Willie’s best friend.”

Bryan: “I thought Dickie was Willie’s best friend.”

Jonathan: “Bryan, your brother can have more than one best friend. Right Willie?”

Okay, what am I supposed to say to that? He’s a Warlock. I don’t dare contradict him. There’s no telling what he might do.

Me: “Ya Bryan. Jonathan just became one of my best friends.”
Jonathan: “See. Me and Willie have been sharing a lot of stuff and one of those things is that he’s so wanted to help you understand the biology of what’s going to happen with your body, but he just never knew how he could do it.”

Dad: “Really! Willie! You should have come to me, buddy. We could have figured it out together.”

Before I can say anything Jonathan speaks up for me.

Jonathan: “Mr. Barkhouse. Willie explained it all to me. He really wanted to talk to you about it, but he was just too embarrassed. Of course now that he’s parading around the park naked, there’s nothing for him to be embarrassed about. Is there?”

Dad: “No, there sure isn’t. Thank you Jonathan for explaining it to me.”

Ya. Thanks Jonathan, for closing any door that could have led to an exit from this nightmare.

To my utter surprise during all of this, my dick has remained soft. It has to be the whole fear and humiliation of the situation that has kept it limp.

Dad: “So Jonathan. Do you think Willie wants to show his brother how to practice?”

Jonathan: “Yes sir. That’s what he’s been wanting to show Bryan, for months now.”

Dad: “Willie. You should have told me son. But it’s not too late. You can show him now.”

Me: “WHAT! Here? Now?”

Dad: “Sure! There’s no better time than the present. So go ahead and show your little brother what happens when you play with your penis.”

I can’t believe this is happening. My dad is wanting me to masturbate and jerk off right here in the park. Yes, I’ve already done it four different times, but that was different. That was for strangers, but this is front of my brother and parents.

Then I hear that voice in my head again.

Jonathan: “Do it now or do it in front of your brother’s entire class at school. Your choice.”

I wonder if even Jonathan could manage that one? I’m just to scared to take the chance that he couldn’t. If he could, then that would mean I would be the official school demonstrator of boy’s biology and that would ruin me for sure in high school next term.

So, without any other option, I take my soft dick in my hand and begin playing with it.

Dad: “Bryan watch your brother closely. You probably already know, that when you touch your penis a lot, it swells up. As you can see, your brother’s penis is swelling up, doubling it’s size.

Bryan: “What causes that? I mean when mine does that, it feels like there’s a bone in it, but when it’s soft it’s limp as a noodle and no bone?”

Dad: “Blood. It’s all about your body being excited and pumping more blood into your penis which is made like a sponge. The more excited it gets, the more blood is pumped into it and the stiffer it gets, until like your brother’s penis, it stands straight up.”

Bryan: “That’s a boner. Right?”

Mom: “Yes. Bryan. But that’s a slang word. It’s actually called an erection.”

Bryan: “Oh! Okay.”

Dad: “Now Bryan. Your mom and I already know you get erections. You have one right now. But your brother is going to show you what can happen with your erection once you are a little older and start puberty.”

If anything can put a smile on my face this day, it’s the look on Bryan’s face when dad tells him he has a boner and everyone turns to look at the front of his shorts, which is tented out nicely.

Mom: “You don’t need to be embarrassed by your erection. All boys get them. On a boy like you, it looks really cute. You should really show it off more around the house. Your dad and I would enjoy seeing it sometimes, before you grow up and leave home.”

Oh my. Bryan’s face just went scarlet. If he thought this was only going to be embarrassing for me, he just found out otherwise. I so bet, once he gets home tonight, he’ll have to go naked before bed, so our parents can see his little dick and boner. Looking around at the other moms in the crowd, it’s obvious that some of them seem to be thinking the same thing, which is making their boys nervous also.

Dad: “Okay Willie. Go ahead and show your brother how to masturbate to orgasm.”

Me: “DAD! Did you have to say that out loud? Really. It’s bad enough I’m having to jerk off in front of this crowd but to advertise it to the world like that is humiliating.”

Dad: “Sorry Willie. But it’s really not something you need to hide. All boys do it.”

Me: “Ya dad. I know. You told me in the talk, remember. But we boys don’t advertise that we do it. It’s like a secret we keep to ourselves.”

Mom: “That’s just silly. You shouldn’t be ashamed of something that is biological. Maybe I should have you masturbate in front of the family every evening before bedtime so you won’t have to hide it anymore.”

I can’t believe what my mom just said. First she wants Bryan to go around the house naked with his boner sticking out and now she wants me to jerk off for our family’s entertainment. This can’t be happening.

Dad: “It’s getting late and we’re all hungry, so Willie, go ahead and show your brother, so we can all go to Pizza Hut for supper.”

With the idea of getting something to eat and getting this nightmare over, I begin stroking my hard dick. Dad explains to everyone how sensitive the head of my dick is and how each time I rub over it, I become more excited and aroused. He explains why I begin humping the air in front of me and going up on my tip toes each up stroke of my dick. Then when I squirt out my sperms he explains to everyone how my sperm came out of my testicles and up my dick to spew all over the grass.

I would have written dad’s lecture out line by line, but honestly, I’m so far into the purple haze of ecstasy that I don’t remember his exact words. The next thing I remember is sitting on the grass recuperating from a fantastic orgasm. Then I’m awash by the overwhelming shame of jerking off, let alone jerking off in front of people. Even in school biology class, they never explain why there’s so much guilt and shame that comes after jerking off. But it hits me every single time I do it and I do it at least once a day. More often when I can. Never like today though. I’ve done it five times now and that’s my record.

Bryan was fully engrossed in my jerking off. Later tonight I’ll let him know he can still do it, even without being in puberty. He’ll just have a dry orgasm instead of a wet one. No one told me about that little fact until after I started having wet orgasms. I missed out on a lot of fun, that I’ll make sure Bryan knows about. I’m just not going to tell him now in front of mom and dad or who knows what they’ll do. Heck they might even make Bryan strip naked and do it in front of everyone. He’s my little brother and I pick on him a lot, but I care for him too, so there’s no way I would put him through what I’ve been through today.

The street lights come on and my punishment comes to an end. I quickly get dressed and the crowd around me disperses. Well everyone except Jonathan, who hangs around and watches me get dressed. Then to my horror, dad says something that scares the bejeebies out of me.

Dad: “Jonathan. You’re more than welcome to come with us to Pizza Hut.”

Dad just invited the Warlock to eat with us. I can’t believe he did that. I look at Jonathan and I can see him considering the invitation. As he does, he glances over at Bryan. Then before answering dad he speaks to me in my head again.

Jonathan: “You know Willie. We could both teach Bryan how to have dry orgasms at Pizza Hut.”

Once again, the image of Alex Birdman pops into my head except this time it’s Bryan with his shorts open and his dick out under the table giving himself dry orgasms, one right after the other.
Jonathan grins at me and then answers my dad.
Jonathan: “Thanks Mr. Barkhouse. But it’s getting late and I really do need to go home before I get into trouble. The street lights coming on is my signal to get home or else.”

Dad: “Then you had better be on your way son, because if the, ‘or else,’ means the same at your house as it means at ours, You don’t want to dally.”

Jonathan: “Yes Sir. It means the same thing. Willie and I have compared stories about that and who gets it harder.”

Dad: “Oh really. Maybe I should get to know your dad and compare our own stories.”

Jonathan: “Maybe. But I sure hope not.”

Dad starts laughing as Jonathan takes off. I feel so relieved that Jonathan isn’t going with us to eat. Now the whole comparing spanking stories thing never happened and I can see that dad is curious about those stories. I’m not sure how I can handle that if he asks. For now though. I’m just glad to get away from the park and my plans are to stay completely clear of it for the rest of the summer.

I’ll leave you with this warning. If you have a loner boy in your school, it’s best to leave him alone. He might be a Warlock and you could find yourself in an even worse situation than I got myself into. Just saying. Best to leave witches and warlocks alone.

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