Rick's Genes

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Rick’s Genes, part 1 of 3

“He went this way,” I heard from my right. Too close to my right. “You go around that side and we’ll pin him in.”

It seems like I’m always being bullied by somebody. At this particular moment, it was the three Benard kids. At least I think it was all three of them. Luis and Lucas for sure, but if they caught me and Elise was with them, I’d end up naked. I wouldn’t be the first boy Elise had her brothers strip naked for her pleasure.

I had one way to escape. It was dangerous. Not so the way, I knew I could do it; I’d practiced it enough at magic school. No, the danger came from another bully. Arch Magus Frost. If he found out I’d used magic in public, he’d apply one of his spectacular punishments. Using magic at any level below Warlock level 2 was restricted to the magic school only. And even though I was nearly 14, I was still just a beginner at Thaumaturgist level. Most boys my age had mastered that level before the midpoint of their 12^th year.

This may need some explanation. Very few muggles know that magic exists. There are 12 levels: Seer, Conjurer, Thaumaturgist, Warlock 1, Warlock 2, Warlock 3, Wizard, Magus, Lord Magus, High Magus, Arch Magus, Magister, and Speaker.

See, there are some people who have a mutation in a Histone gene that causes changes in chromatin structure. This of course allows for altered gene regulation. The process is genetic, although in some rare cases, like me and my sister, it skips a generation. I believe this is why I’m still only a Thaumaturgist at my age. Although Chloe, my younger sister, is right on track. At 12, she’s already surpassed my ability and is working on Warlock 1.

“Reid Gilmore, we know you’re there,” Luis Bernard shouted. “Give up now and we won’t hurt you.”

“But I will see if Luis is right and that you are just a little boy,” Elise added. She was 14, and if they caught me, I would end up naked. And quite possibly, made to go home that way.

Her voice hadn’t come from the same direction as Luis. She was further south. And I guessed that Lucas would therefore be further to the north. I had the river to the west, and it was too wide and fast-flowing to even think about trying to cross.

That left one choice if I was to avoid being humiliated by the three Bernard kids. It was strictly prohibited. But there were no magic monitors. Nobody would know. It wasn’t like Arch Magus Frost ever left the magic school.

I mentally reviewed the words that I would have to speak. At my age, just thinking them should be sufficient, but like I said, I’m a bit slow in learning magic. Then I reviewed the hand motions that I still needed to use.

I picked a spot in the woods, closer to home and more importantly, well behind any of the three Bernard kids. I cast the spell.

I immediately wished I’d thought it through a bit more. I’d forgotten one very important aspect. At my level of ability, I could teleport myself nearly a half mile. But only myself. It was a lesson Justin Winback had learned in magic school the day we first learned the spell. He mastered it on his first try, and ended up totally naked on top of the teacher’s desk with every other student, boys and girls, laughing at him until the teacher teleported him and his clothing inside the cloak room.

See, unless you were practiced enough to essentially cast the spell twice, once for your body and another for all items you wore or were carrying, only you teleport.

And I had forgotten that. But being naked was now the least of my problems. I also forgot something even more important. Picturing in your mind the exact spot you want to teleport to. I hadn’t done that. Instead, I did something known as a blind teleport. And now I found myself close to where I wanted to end up, only most of my arms were embedded inside a tree. I was now naked, and unable to move or even cover myself.

I almost followed the natural instinct to teleport out of the tree, but remembered at the last second that at several levels above my own it would teleport only those parts of me that were not now part of the tree. I’d end up with my left hand gone at the wrist and my right arm missing below the elbow. And, without the necessary hand movements, the spell could be even more disastrous.

I could only come up with one solution. I could magically send a message to my sister. It was an easy Seer level spell that I could do with only the vocalization of the words. Without telling her the actual problem, I simply said that I was stuck and needed help immediately.

She took her own sweet time coming to me. And she didn’t come alone. Her best friend from magic school, Cindy Comish, was with her.

“Oh my god,” Cindy screamed with pleasure as she saw me. She came running up. “Reid is nearly fourteen? He looks more like Justin Winback did when he screwed up a teleport spell.”

Did I mention that Justin was only 11 years old when he performed his very first teleport?

Chloe and Cindy watched with interest as my dick began to harden, laughing away. No concern at all for the fact that parts of my body were now also parts of the tree.

“I’ll bet the tree is making him get what the boys call a ‘woody’,” Chloe laughed.

“I’ve got to know what one feels like,” Cindy said. “You don’t mind if I touch it, do you Reid?”

I minded very much, but before I could respond her hand was wrapped around it.

“Wow, it doesn’t feel anything at all like I thought it would. I’ll bet your brother wishes I’d jerk it for him.” Cindy let go of my dick. She was right, I did now wish that.

“I don’t dare try and free him, the spell is too critical. We need someone more advanced than us.” Chloe looked at me with a smile. “Maybe I should call upon Arch Magus Frost.”

“Please, not him,” I begged. “How about Carl Jefferson?” Carl was fourteen, but advanced. He’d already been named Warlock 3 even though he was just slightly older than me.

“Naw, he’s too much of a nurd,” Chloe said. “He wouldn’t see the humor in your stupidity. Using magic in public at your level. And using it so very much wrong. By the way, where are your clothes?”

I had to tell them about being stalked by the three Bernard kids, and Elise’s threat.

“I’ll make a deal with you,” my sister began. I knew it was going to suck.

“Cindy and I will risk not telling Arch Magus Frost that we knew you violated the rules regarding using magic in public if you agree to two things. First, you ask me to ask Nicolas Rosell to come and get you out of that tree. He is fully capable of doing that, but I think he’ll probably want you to suffer some before he does. Second, once free of the tree, you let me call Elise Bernard and ask her if she’ll come and return your clothing.”

Earlier, I stated that it seems like I was always being bullied by somebody. Now you see what I meant. At magic school, my chief problem was with Nicolas Rosell. He was a year older, and liked to do stuff like move my clothing from one locker to another during gym. Once to a locker in the girl’s locker room where they made me change clothes in front of them.

But I needed to get free, and soon. Trees grow slowly, but with each passing minute more and more of my hands were beginning the slow process of being changed to wood.

Nicolas didn’t come alone. With him was his girlfriend, Gabrielle Wilson, and her sister, Ezra. Gabrielle was my age. Ezra a year younger at 12. All three were giggling and staring at my boner, which greeted them by beginning to twitch.

“You still can’t even do a simple teleport spell?” Nicolas asked me. “You should have been born a squib. I think you’re only half a mage at best.”

Of course, you already know that squibs are kids born to parents with magical abilities but without the gene change that would allow them to use magic. Many of the mages considered a squib was worse than being a muggle.

“Will you get me out?” I asked. “Please?” I hated to have to beg him, but I had four girls all making comments about how my dick was dancing around and how small it was, even though I was pretty sure that none of them had seen one to compare it to. Except for maybe Justin Winback.

“What’s it worth to me?” he asked. I could tell from his expression that he already knew what he wanted.

He wasn’t going to say or do anything until I asked him. “What do you want?”

“A present for Gabrielle,” Nicolas began. “She wants to see a muggle naked. You are going to give a blowjob to your best muggle friend. I’ll be there, but invisible, and take a picture of it to show to her.”

“What about me?” Ezra asked. “Clyde has a brother my age, Tom. I want to see him naked too.”

“Okay, fine. You do both of them,” he said to me. “Agree to do it, and I’ll get you out of the tree with no harm to you or the tree. Turn me down, and I’ll have to contact Frost.”

Nicolas was about the only one who dared to speak the principal’s name without including the title. I could, of course, tell him. But I knew that would be a mistake I would pay for later.

It was hard to have muggle friends if you were a mage. When the public schools were in session, we went to them the same as muggles. But on Sundays, we went to ‘religious’ training. That is what we told muggles, in fact, it was magic school. During the summers we went three days a week.

Clyde Smith lived next door, and he and I were very good friends. He had no idea I was a mage.

“How am I supposed to get him to let me blow him and his brother?” I asked.

“You could just ask him. Every boy, even muggles, want to be blown. I’m sure you can come up with a dozen other ways. You won’t have long to think about it though if that is the price you choose to pay.”

I made the mistake of looking at Chloe. She was eagerly awaiting my answer. I was just about to speak when she looked from me to Nicolas.

“Can Cindy and I be there to watch?” she requested. “We want to see the look on his face as he does it.”

“Only one of you. I need to be able to move around and keeping the invisibility spell in place on three of us would make that too difficult. Unless you don’t mind being seen.”

“They won’t do it with us watching,” Cindy stated. “You go. Nicolas will let me see the pictures.”

He nodded at her before turning back to me.

It would be horrible to suck off my best friend. Almost as bad to do his younger brother too. But to have my sister watching was almost enough for me to tell Nicolas to go ahead and call Arch Magus Frost. Almost.

“Okay,” I muttered.

Nicolas got serious immediately. I could see him mentally going through all the steps that would be necessary. I saw him move his hands and arms, which surprised me. Most spells cast by a Wizard no longer require hand movements. It showed me just how hard this spell was. I began to have doubts about his ability.

But before I could back out, he cast the spell. I was flung back ten feet or so. I quickly looked at my hands and arms. I flexed my fingers. All seemed normal.

“Looks okay,” Nicolas said. I noticed a bead of sweat on his forehead.

“Do you want to make Reid go home as he is?” he asked Chloe. “Or, I could put magic clothes on him. He’d still be naked, but only mages would see him that way. The muggles would all see him as dressed.”

I could see her thinking it through. “Dress him. It would take him hours to get home like he is.”

A spell that would make those without magic see me as dressed while mages saw the truth? If one existed, I’d never heard of it. I wondered if it was just a trick, one to make me think I could walk safely home without being seen as naked when in fact every person I passed would see all of me. But if that were true, they’d all react accordingly.

Nicolas was already casting the spell. I could teel that magic had indeed been used. Yet I felt no different. Was it a trick or not? I had no way to tell. At least not until I was seen by anyone without the gene that allowed them to become mages.

“Play with it while we walk,” my sister ordered as she pointed to my dick. “Maybe that way you won’t have the front of whatever you look like to muggles tented out.”

The girls all made sure to get around me and watch a show that in all likelihood they’d never seen. A teen boy, naked outside, and jerking his dick. It felt good as I stroked it, but knowing I had an audience made it take forever. Finally, as the feelings that announce the impending explosion came over me, I stopped walking and fired off several bursts.

Laughter and giggles showed that my humiliation had made the day for the four girls.

We made it home without anyone seeing us. I know I walked naked past dozens of houses, but I could only hope that if anyone saw me pass that they saw me wearing clothes. And then a new thought occurred to me. Nicolas was twisted enough to have dressed me in girls’ clothing. But it didn’t matter now, I was home, and ran to my room to get dressed.

I dressed slowly, trying to come up with a reason for why I would ask Clyde if I could blow him and his younger brother. But after just a few minutes, I didn’t have much of an idea, and Chloe came into my room and told me to come to the living room.

Nicolas and Ezra were either invisible or gone. Gabrielle was still there, but more importantly, they had guests. Luis, Lucas, and Elise Bernard. The clothes I had been wearing in the woods were piled just inside the door.

“Elise said she found these,” Chloe began. I couldn’t believe she could keep from laughing out loud. “How did your clothes end up in the woods?”

My sister knew of course. But now I had to make up a reason. And I didn’t have time to think of what it might be except for the truth, which I couldn’t say to muggles.

“I, uh,” I paused. Then an idea came to mind. “Some other boys stripped me. I heard Elise call to me, and I got scared and ran. Somehow, I made it all the way home without anyone seeing me.”

“What other boys,” Luis demanded. “There wasn’t anyone else in the woods. Tell us the truth or we’ll drag you back to where we found your clothes and leave you there naked again.”

I knew it wasn’t just a threat. He’d do it. I still needed a reason.

“Reid likes to run around the woods naked,” Chloe answered for me. She was totally enjoying this. And then I had a thought. The three Bernard kids were being manipulated by magic. Nicolas Rosell was a good enough mage to influence them. I was being set up, but for what I had no idea.

“In that case, he won’t mind stripping here and now and allowing you to lock him outside naked for a few hours,” Luis stated. “He looked back at me. “Unless you’d rather make it home naked from the woods again.”

I looked at Chloe, but my sister was pretending to be uninterested in my dilemma other than to say, “He sounds like he means it. Can you beat him in a fight?”

Of course I couldn’t, and everyone in the room knew that. So it was strip and leave the house naked, or be dragged to the woods and stripped. Either way, I was going to be naked outside. The only difference was how far I had to travel that way, as it was pretty clear that Chloe wasn’t going to come and rescue me again.

“Damn, he’s going to do it,” Elise laughed as I pulled my shirt off. They stood and watched with interest as my jeans followed. I paused until I saw Luis start to step forward. Then I pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them. My hands covered my privates.

“Naked, I said.” My sister was in heaven. She was going to milk this for all she could. “Shoes and socks too.”

Doing that meant that I couldn’t hide my privates behind my hands. Elise stepped forward to get a good look as I sat on the floor and removed my shoes and socks. When I stood and covered up again, her oldest brother stepped behind me and pulled my hands to the sides, allowing her an unobstructed view of me. After several seconds, he began pushing me towards the door.

“How long?” I asked.

“How long is it?” Gabrielle laughed. “That’s a good question. Hold him for a minute so we can measure him.”

“No, I mean how long do I have to stay outside?” I tried, hoping she wouldn’t actually try and see how long my dick was. But Chloe had already hurried off to get a ruler.

I could see she wanted to measure me herself, but she allowed Gabrielle the honors. It took a lot of touching and manipulation, all of which she enjoyed and I hated. Finally, she shouted out, “Four and a quarter inches long. Isn’t that short for a boy who’s nearly fourteen?”

“Hell, mine is bigger than that,” Lucas stated. “And I’m two years younger than him. I’ve got more hair too.”

I almost challenged him to prove it, but I bit my tongue. He might be telling the truth and willing to expose himself to confirm it.

With that done, I quickly found myself out the front door. The three Bernard kids ran off laughing.

“Okay, we got rid of them,” Chloe said to me. “Now you have a reason to offer to suck Clyde’s thing. Don’t worry about Tom; Ezra and Nicolas have already taken care of him. Just tell Clyde that you got pushed outside naked by Luis and that I won’t let you back inside until you do it.”

With that, my sister ran next door while Cindy and Gabrielle rushed back inside the house. I heard the deadbolt latch the moment the door closed. I was naked, in the front yard, and sooner or later my luck at not being seen by a neighbor was going to run out.

Ezra laughed as she passed me heading for my house while I was running towards Clyde’s. I hoped that neither of Clyde’s parents were home as I pounded on the front door.

“Remember to hold the door open,” I heard Nicolas say. I turned and looked and didn’t see anything. He was invisible. Possibly my sister as well.

Clyde answered my pounding, and immediately began laughing. But at least he invited me inside. “What the hell are you doing?” he asked as he checked me out.

“Luis Bernard stripped me, and Chloe is pissed at me for calling her a name. She won’t let me in until you tell her that I gave you a blowjob.”

“Really? You really want to do that?”

“Hell no, I do not want to do it. But unless you’re willing to lie to her, I have no choice. She gave me fifteen minutes to get it done or be back outside.”

“Okay, okay, calm down. Yeah, I’d love one, but that wouldn’t be fair. We’ll go tell her you did it in a few minutes.”

“Ha!” Tom yelled as he entered the living room from the kitchen. “Chloe told me you’d both lie about it, and now you both will be punished. Reid, you have to do my brother and me twice or I play the recording I just made on my phone.”

“Go ahead and play it. Reid will stay here until Mom gets home, and then we’ll tell her about your little blackmail attempt. We’ll see who gets in trouble.”

They’d given me a ready-made plan to meet Luis Bernard’s demand. All I had to do was play my part. I knew that Nicolas was already inside the house. I wondered if Chloe was with him, watching. I was pretty sure she was, and she would be sure to let me know how much she enjoyed watching me totally humiliate myself.

“No. What I said to my sister is pretty bad. I just want this to end. I was stupid for suggesting that we lie. I’ll do it. Even twice for Tom. I just want to get back in my house and dressed again and not let adults get involved in it.”

“Are you sure?” Clyde asked, astonishment written all over his face. “You don’t have to; we’ll work this out.”

“No, let’s just get it done. You already said you’d love one. And Tom probably doesn’t even shoot yet. Just get undressed, this is the best way for me.”

This was what Chloe wanted to see. Our next-door neighbor totally naked. I could only assume she was hidden under Nicolas’s invisibility spell. He took several seconds to think about it, and then got started.

“Okay, as long as you think this is the best way out of this.” He stripped quickly, and behind me I thought I heard a click as Nicolas took a picture.

I’d never seen him more undressed than shirtless until now. Even though he was four or five months younger than me, I could see there was a difference. His sack hung lower than mine, and it was bigger and wrinkled and even had a few hairs on it. Mine was smooth. And his dick, which was already hard, was at least as long as mine, perhaps longer. A bit thinner perhaps.

I got down on my knees in front of him. I’d never given a blowjob to anyone, and I was pretty sure he’d never gotten one before. He couldn’t keep from drawing in a deep breath as my tongue made the first contact. His dick twitched in my mouth as I locked my lips around the shaft. I didn’t know what to do, so I held his dick steady with my lips and let my tongue sweep around the pink head. Apparently, that is how it’s done, and less than a minute went by before he began pushing forward, sliding his dick along my lips and pushing it over my tongue. Then his legs bent slightly and moments later he grunted five times as that many bursts of cum shot from his dick and into the back of my throat. I had no choice but to swallow it. Then I loosened my lips and pulled back.

“Wow,” Tom stated. I now saw that he’d moved to the side and had watched it all. “Now me, the first one.” He began undressing. I again was sure I heard the click of the camera from the other side and remembered that in all likelihood, my sister had just witnessed me give my first blowjob.

Tom was twelve, and his junk matched his age. His balls had not fully dropped yet. His dick was no more than four inches long, jutting out at a slight angle towards the ceiling. It was surrounded by just a few dark curly hairs. No sense in delaying it, I knelt down and began.

“Hey, keep your teeth back. And slide your lips up and down my dick while your tongue does the fine work.”

I pulled back. “You’ve gotten one before?”

“Two. I did a favor for Julian DuPage once and he paid me back by making two boys blow me. Do it right, or I’ll have him give you some practice before you try me again.”

Julian DuPage. Another bully. One who had rarely bullied me. But I had to treat Tom’s threat as factual. And one thing I did not want was to get better at giving blowjobs by practicing on other boys. So, mindful of the instructions Tom had given me, I started again.

“Much better,” he said immediately.

With that settled, it didn’t take long before he was done. I was wrong, he did shoot. It was thin and nearly tasteless, but still, it went to my belly.

“Do my brother again while I recover. And I expect both of the second ones to be better than the first.”

“No, that’s okay,” Clyde stated.

I looked at him. I hadn’t realized that he’d stayed naked while watching me suck his brother’s dick. And he was hard. Once again, a click from somewhere nearby.

“He’s just being a friend. He’s got a boner, and he wants one. He just doesn’t want you to have to do it. So, I’ll leave it up to you. Give him one, or go wait on the back porch until I say I’m ready.” Tom was gloating, completely enjoying his command over me.

I didn’t have any clothes, and I didn’t want to wait outside naked for whatever amount of time Tom wanted to keep me there. I moved towards Clyde.

He must have realized that his younger brother was in control. And his dick twitched as I started to kneel down in front of him. He didn’t say no or step back. I was committed to this course of action.

“Hey, that really is better,” he muttered as soon as I started. “Sorry Reid, I’m not trying to be mean, but damn, that really is uuuhhhh…” His voice trailed off as my tongue went to work.

He pushed forward until his pubes were tickling my nose and all of his dick was in my mouth. He was moaning softly. It ended quicker than the first time, and although he only exploded for four bursts, each one was driven out with more force and was bigger and thicker than the first one.

As soon as it was done, he grabbed his clothes and ran to his room. That left me and Tom.

“Okay, I’m ready, I guess. You certainly did a better job on Clyde. I expect just as much of an improvement for me.”

Julian DuPage must have taught Tom another trick, because this time, three times just before he was about to shoot, he made me stop. His dick stayed in my mouth and I could feel cum slowly leaking and collecting beneath my tongue. The next time his breathing and legs told me he was about to shoot he didn’t stop me, and for 12 years of age, I would have considered it pretty impressive if it wasn’t happening inside my mouth.

Clyde hadn’t returned and I was worried that Tom might try for a third one, so I hurried to the door. I remembered at the last second to hold it open so that Nicolas and anyone with him could get out. I ran home, but the house was locked. I could see Cindy Comish through the small window on the side. She was laughing, and was not going to unlock the door for me. I had no choice but to run to the back yard.

After about ten horrible minutes of pure terror, Nicolas, Chloe, Gabrielle, and Ezra came around from the front of the house. They all laughed as I sat on the concrete step with my hands over my privates.

“No, I’ve told you, no covering up,” Chloe said. “I was thinking about letting you inside, but now I think I’ll wait until just before Mom gets home. Stand up, hands to your sides.”

I looked around. I could see three houses behind ours, and I knew if anyone looked out of any of them, they would be able to see me.

I smelled magic. Nicolas smiled. “You’re wearing muggle clothes. Anyone who isn’t a mage will see you as dressed. The pictures came out wonderful. We can discuss a price for them later. Ezra has offered quite a sum of money for them.”

He stood there. “Stand up, and stop trying to cover up. In fact, go to the front yard and sit on the steps until your mother gets back. Do it, or I will remove the muggle clothes and teleport you back to the woods and you’ll have to find your own way back home.”

I knew it wasn’t an idle threat; he’d do it in a heartbeat. I could only assume that I really would be seen as dressed by any non-mages passing by. Knowing I was totally naked, I forced my hands to my sides as I went to the front of the house.

Ezra and Gabrielle turned for a last look as they followed Nicolas back home. I was soon joined by Chloe and Cindy. Neither of them could hide their continued interest in me. I quickly got a boner, making them giggle.

Not more than two minutes passed before Chloe’s best muggle friend arrived. I knew she’d been invited. Like my sister and Cindy, Pam Walters was 12. She barely looked at me as she came up the walk.

At least that proved something I’d been worried about. Clearly, the muggle clothing really was a spell and not just a trick to make me believe that I would not be seen naked.

“A group of cute boys are shooting baskets in the park,” Pam mentioned. “One team is shirtless. Want to go watch them?”

“Yeah, that does sound interesting,” Chloe said. She poked me in the side. “You should come too. Maybe you can play on one of the teams.” I knew it wasn’t a request. She was taking me to the park fully naked. It made my dick twitch.

I don’t know for sure what Pam saw, but she’d seen something to make her look at my groin. My dick twitched again, and I saw a blush spread across her cheeks. But her eyes remained locked on my groin.

Cindy laughed, looking first at Pam and then at me. “He gets boners all the time. Too bad we can’t keep him naked so that everyone could see it.”

Pam was clearly embarrassed but also very interested.

“I’ve, uh, never seen one for real. Just the pictures they show us in health class.”

“Well, maybe my brother will show you his,” Chloe said. “I’ll give you 5 dollars to take your shorts off.” When I sat there blushing, she upped it to 10. Then Cindy offered 5 more. Finally, Pam said she’d gladly pay 10 dollars to see me naked.

“That’s more than Ezra offered,” my sister laughed. I caught on immediately. If I was to keep Ezra from having the pictures of me sucking Clyde and Tom, I was going to have to buy them before she did. Chloe was making that possible. Except for one thing. I was already naked, and I had no idea how to remove muggle clothes.

“He’s blushing,” Pam laughed. “I think he’s considering it. I’ll up my offer to 15 dollars if you let me see you totally naked.”

My dick was twitching like crazy. I knew that Chloe and Cindy could see it, but all Pam could see right now was the movement of whatever clothing she saw over it. But I needed the pictures Nicolas had.

“Backyard,” I said, standing. “No, the garage. In there.” As we headed there, I purposely bumped into Chloe. “How do I do it?” I whispered.

“You have a pullover shirt and short pants on,” she whispered back. “No underwear. Just go through the motions. She’ll believe.”

That told me something new. She could see the muggle clothes if she wanted. Or see me naked. I could only see myself as naked. And I had no idea why that should be.

Once inside the garage, I started to close the big door, but Pam didn’t want it to be dark and gloomy. “Just stand there next to the opening,” she suggested, pointing to one side.

I pretended to pull a shirt off over my head. Then, releasing a snap on the pretend shorts. I thought I could even hear the sound of the zipper as I lowered where it would be if I actually had shorts on. Then I let them drop and stepped out of them.

“Oh, damn, this is so worth 15 dollars,” Pam said. I knew now she could see me as naked. “You’re very brave. And cute.” She stared as my dick twitched wildly.

“You need to play with it,” my sister began. “Go ahead, we’d all like to watch that too.”

Again, I knew it wasn’t an idle suggestion. I began stroking. It didn’t take long at all before one of my best cums ever resulted in six blobs of white cum landing on the concrete floor.

“That was, uh, wonderful,” Pam said, trying to not sound like she’d just seen the greatest show she had ever seen.

“Get dressed, we’re going to the park,” Chloe ordered. She saw my look of confusion. “What is the problem?”

I tried everything I could do to find the clothes, but saw nothing on the floor. Chloe caught on.

“The muggle clothes don’t exist,” she whispered. “Just bend over, pretend to pick them up, and go through the motions. Pam will see you as dressed.”

I tried. Pam was watching me closely until I snapped the non-existent shorts. Then her interest level dropped some. It went away once I pulled the pretend shirt over my head. The girls headed out of the garage. I tried to stay behind.

“Come on,” Chloe ordered. “In fact, leave the shirt here. You need some sun. You’re as white as a ghost.”

Then, when I stood there, she whispered, “I can remove the muggle clothes, I just can’t create the spell. If you stay here, I’ll end it. Remember, the house is locked.”

Knowing she would leave me locked outside naked and without the protection the muggle clothes gave me, I took off the shirt and followed her, well aware that I was once again walking naked past rows of houses on the way to the park.

“How long does the spell last?” I whispered to her.

There was a moment of silence that was not comforting. “I don’t know. You’d better hope a few hours.”

The park was crowded with kids our age. I didn’t see any mages, but that didn’t mean there were none there. Especially as I smelled magic.

I don’t really smell it. There is something in my brain that tells me when magical energy has been used. Everybody has some, and the amount gets bigger as they age. Muggles just don’t know they have it. I looked around, but didn’t see anyone I knew to be a mage.

“Hey, Reid, get your butt over here, we’re a man short,” Roger Cook yelled to me. He and three other boys were topless and playing basketball against five boys with their shirts on. Chloe pushed me forward, and I knew something was going to happen.

My dick was about half hard, knowing that I was fully naked and surrounded by scores of kids my age, boys and girls. As another boy came in to guard me, I felt his hand brush up against my dick.

“Shit, Gilmore has a boner,” Adam Mitchel yelled. “I felt it through his shorts.”

The game ended as all of the other nine boys gathered around me. I wasn’t hard. At least not when he touched me. A chubby, nothing more than that. But again, I smelled magic.

“Let’s see it,” another boy yelled.

I knew they were being manipulated. A very clear violation of the use of magic. Done by someone at least as powerful as Nicolas. I turned to run, but was grabbed from behind.

In seconds, the only item of muggle clothes I had on was removed. Now I was naked to each and every one of the kids in the park. Knowledge of that started with a small group cheering and laughing, but that drew more attention from others further away.

Chloe used the magical connection we had. That technically didn’t violate the rule, but was supposed to only be used when necessary. And at our age, the amount of use was very limited.

“Run home, I’ll be along shortly.” I heard mentally, knowing without a doubt that it was her. She wasn’t going to help.

I ran, my dick now fully erect. But I didn’t get far before someone grabbed me and turned me around. Several other boys came up. Soon my arms were held tightly and dozens of my classmates ran forward to see me.

More magic was used, and almost immediately, someone yelled, “Let him go before we all get in trouble.” A voice I knew, belonging to Nicolas Rosell. I looked around and spotted him. He was no longer invisible. With him were Gabrielle and Ezra.

I was let go and ran home. I knew I couldn’t find the muggle clothes and didn’t want to give a longer show. This time, without the muggle clothes, everyone I passed was able to see me. And unlike the trip home from the woods, the streets were filled with kids on bikes and dozens of kids played in yards.

My mom was just pulling in the driveway as I got to my house. At least that meant that I’d be able to get in. She looked at me with surprise. It was horribly embarrassing to be naked and erect in front of your mother when you’re almost fourteen years old.

“What the hell?” she began, but quickly headed for the door when she saw that other kids were coming into our yard. “Get inside. We’ll discuss this there.”

She didn’t expect the house to be locked and had to get her keys out of her purse. By the time we did get inside, at least twenty other kids of both genders were in the yard laughing at me.

“Go home,” she yelled as I entered. She slammed the door closed behind me.

“What is the meaning of this?”

“I was in the park playing basketball, and someone yelled to pants me. Suddenly, my shorts were pulled off and the boy who had them ran. Rather than chase him, I got scared and took off for home.” I turned to go to my room, but she stopped me and pointed to the living room.

There, on the floor, was the pile of clothes I had put on after returning from the woods. Before having to strip them off in the living room to let the girls see me.

Mom then turned me around. There by the back door was the pile of clothes Elise Bernard had brought from the woods.

“Tell me. This time, try telling me the truth.”

“Can I get dressed first?” I asked. Standing in front of her had at least made my dick go soft.

“No. Tell me. I sense magic was used, but by whom, and why. Tell the truth or I go straight to Arch Magus Frost.”

As far as I knew, my mother should have never heard that title and name. She wasn’t a mage. My sister’s and my magic came from our paternal grandfather and had not been passed down to her. It had skipped a generation, something that happens, but not often.

I was saved from answering when Chloe and Cindy entered the house. Mom turned to them.

“You two, stand next to him. Reid, tell them what I just told you.”

“She wants the truth or she’ll go straight to Arch Magus Frost,” I said without hesitation.

“Reid…” Chloe began, but was cut off our mom.

“Yes, I know about your ‘religion classes’, and the magic school. How could I not? My father was Magus. I’ve met with the school’s Arch Magus. And with Speaker Vidarr. The same for your father.” She turned back to me and stood there, waiting.

I knew she wouldn’t wait for long. I told the truth; except I refused to name Nicolas. If I did, he’d make my life even worse than it was. When Mom asked Chloe, she also refused to name him, and probably for the same reason.

“So, there are pictures of you providing oral sex on our two neighbor boys,” she said. “I suppose you two have seen them.” That part was directed at Chloe and Cindy.

They both blushed as they nodded an answer to her question.

“Cindy, I thought you had more sense than either of my kids. Go home. You may as well tell your parents of your participation in this. I’m sure they’d rather hear it from you first.”

Cindy didn’t even say goodbye to Chloe as she left as quickly as she could.

The front door had no more than closed when Mom pulled out her cell phone and dialed three digits. I wondered, was she calling the police?

My question was quickly answered as Arch Magus Frost suddenly appeared about two feet off the floor behind my mother.

“Mrs. Gilmore, I appreciate you making sure nothing was in the area I said to keep clear,” he said. Then he sniffed. “There has been an extremely large amount of magic being used in this town.” He turned to me and Chloe. “I assume they are part of it?”

“Yes. They’ve told me most of it, but both of them refuse to name one person. I believe they are both more afraid of that person than me, so it was time to bring you in.”

“Boy, you have one chance. Start talking. I assume you will get around to why you are naked.”

Arch Magus Frost never made threats. He meant every word. I had one chance to tell him all or some punishment would be imposed.

I told him all, this time including the spells that I knew or assumed that Nicolas used. But I did not name him.

He said nothing, but he turned to Chloe.

She gave him her role and one more item. That Nicolas Rosell had used the big spells and that Gabrella and Ezra also played roles in it.

With his arms and fingers, the Arch Magus drew an invisible umbrella in the air. Moments later, Nicolas Rosell and Gabrelle and Ezra Wilson were teleported into the room. And all three were naked when they arrived. I knew that if Nicolas could teleport himself and his clothes that certainly the Arch Magus could as well. I assumed it was not a mistake, accident, or forgetfulness.

“I’ll leave things to you, Arch Magus Frost,” my mother said. She then left the room without another look back.

I heard a slight squeal of shock and looked at Chloe. She, like all the others in the room except for the Arch Magus, was now naked.

“Attempt to hide your nakedness at your own risk,” he warned. I was the only one not trying to hide things normally kept private, but all other hands immediately went to the sides.

I couldn’t not look. Four naked girls. Ezra showed her anger when she saw me looking at her, but probably wisely, she didn’t say a thing. At twelve, she was all but bald down below. Her breasts were mounds, and the nipples, which were sticking straight out, were little more than dots.

I changed my gaze to her sister. A year older made a significant difference. Gabrielle’s pubes nearly covered all of the pink sides of her slit, and her breasts were much more developed. Before I could look at my sister, the Arch Magus clapped his hands, getting the attention from all of us. But before he could speak, the doorbell rang.

“Go answer it,” he said, pointing to Chloe.

A blush spread across her face, but she was wise enough to not refuse or even argue. She pulled the curtain back an inch and relaxed slightly. She opened the door, using it to shield it, as Cindy Cormish entered the room. She first noticed that everyone was naked. And then she saw Arch Magus Frost.

Before she could do or say anything, her clothes joined the pile by the front door. I was surprised at her ability to keep from doing a normal reaction to cover up.

“Join the others,” the Arch Magus ordered.

He looked next at Nicolas. “You created a new spell?”

“Yes sir,” he said softly.

“SIR! That is a polite way to greet an adult male. You will address me as ARCH MAGUS FROST!”

“Yes si…uh, Arch Magus Frost,” Nicolas said. “Do you know who my father is?”

“Magister Rosell is currently meeting with Speaker Vidarr. Do you want me to interrupt that meeting and see if he thinks your need is great enough to give you an audience?”

I always wondered how Nicolas got away with so much. Now I knew. His father was someone important, at least in the magical world.

“No, uh, Arch Magus Frost,” Nicolas said. I could see anger in his eyes.

“It is not “uh Arch Magus Frost”; get it right from now on. A glowing red paddle materialized next to the Arch Magus’s hand. It flew across the room and began striking Nicolas’ bare butt with loud slaps that echoed through the room. Nicolas cried out with each one. He then dared to try and grab it.

After the third strike, he managed to catch it in his right hand, and then cried out in shock and pain. He let go of the paddle immediately and it continued its assault on his butt.

“I’m sorry Arch Magus Frost,” Nicolas cried.

I was amazed. Real tears were rolling down his cheeks. He tried to cover his butt with his hands, but the next stroke of the paddle made him cry out even more and he brought his hands back to the front. I could see the palm of the hand he’d caught the paddle in was bright red. Meanwhile, the paddle continued its job.

It stopped at twelve, but the paddle hung menacingly in the air in the center of the room.

“Now, tell me about the muggle clothing spell you created.”

Nicolas was crying, and a quick look showed that his butt was bright red, but he began an explanation. How he had thought of it while practicing for his Wizard Test. He didn’t have it working then, but finished it after being promoted. He told how he tested it on other mages. And how to create it. When he finished, Arch Magus Frost smiled. That by itself was a first. The man was not known for anything other than a scowl.

“Very good, Seer Rosell.” A wave of his hand and I could sense a flow of magic leaving Nicolas’ body. “You will attend training classes along with the children who normally are at that level. But you must wait at least two weeks at each level before testing out.”

“But,” he paused. I could see his lips form the uhh, but he didn’t say it. “Arch Magus Frost, that will take 3 months!”

“Yes, Seer, I see your point. That is hardly a satisfying punishment for all the problems you have created. You will stay at each level for a month. Is that sufficient? Or do you want to propose a longer time?”

At least this time, Nicolas managed to not question the punishment.

“Thaumaturgist Gilmore.” He turned and looked directly at me. “You used magic in public without being at a level high enough to allow it. And you failed to use it properly, endangering your life and potentially making extra work for me.”

He paused, so I responded. “Yes, Arch Magus Frost. I am guilty of all that. I hope you will take into consideration all that I have been through as a result of that.”

“I have. You will master the art of teleporting without losing your clothing. I will assign a tutor to help you with this. Until you have satisfied the tutor, you follow all of the orders this tutor gives you. Your training begins at our school on Sunday. Go to room 101 instead of your regular training classroom.”

“Yes, and thank you Arch Magus Frost.” I was scared, and I’m sure it sounded in my voice.

“The rest of you will wear nothing but muggle clothing until you come to me with a suitable punishment for your role in what befell Thaumaturgist Gilmore.”

They all looked at me, some with anger in their eyes. Especially Gabrielle and Ezra. But the Arch Magus continued.

“If you come to me with too little a punishment, you will serve it, but will remain in muggle clothing until a proper punishment has been proposed. If it is too harsh, I will implement parts of it, but again, you will remain in muggle clothing until the correct punishment has been agreed to.”

He saw them all look at me again, and spoke to them once more.

“If something odd should happen to Thaumaturgist Gilmore, you’d better be damn sure I can’t trace it to any of you. For if that happens, you will remain in muggle clothing until he obtains Warlock 2. Which, at his present rate of advancement, could be years from now.”

His tone suggested that he was not just making a threat. I was not to be harmed by any of them.

“Since Seer Rosell is no longer capable of creating the muggle clothing, I’ll have to. To earn it, next Sunday each of you will take a few minutes of your time explaining your role in the humiliation of Thaumaturgist Gilmore. Be honest. That alone should convince others to not try and harm him, and if nothing else, will explain why you are attending class totally naked. Oh, and I suppose I should state it now. No covering of your privates is permissible except as directed by a teacher.”

He turned and stared at Ezra until she moved her hands, which had been over her groin, back to her sides.

Without another word, he created the magic to cover all of them in muggle clothing. I, of course, could still see them as naked.

“Leave now, and don’t discuss your plans for what constitutes a suitable punishment with the others. Each of you are to come to me with your own idea. I expect to meet with each of you on Sunday.”

He had just sentenced them to two full days naked, including tomorrow at muggle school. Yeah, the muggles would not see them as naked, but I knew full well how little difference it made.

Chloe waited until the last one left. “Arch Magus Frost. I want to make my proposal now.”

“No,” he responded. “Sunday, after class is over. You will have to accept being seen naked by all your magical classmates. Take this time to think on it. You do not want to get it wrong. Remember, too easy or too hard each have drawbacks.” Without another word to me or Chloe, he went to find our mother. We stood there, trying not to look at one another.













Rick’s Genes, Part 2 of 3

“You, why are you still naked?” Mom asked me when she came into the room. “Get dressed. And you,” she now looked at Chloe. “I am ashamed of what you decided to do to Reid. I think the shame clothing is very suitable. Although I don’t have any rank, the magic did not skip me or your father as both of you were told. We have some, just not enough to cast a spell. So I can see you as naked or dressed, my choice. Pam came over, but I told her you had chores to do and would come over when they were done. Go visit your friend.”

“But Mom, she has a brother…”

“Who will see you as dressed. Go.” Mom’s tone suggested that it was not negotiable. Chloe was going to have to leave the house naked. Not that anyone around would know that. But still. I, much better than her, knew how it felt.

I actually enjoyed school on Friday. I made a point to seek out Gabrielle and did my best to not laugh as two other mages were laughing openly at her. Seeing her horribly embarrassed did teach me a lesson about bullying however. I wanted to let her know I was looking and seeing all of her. I wanted it to be worse. Just like other bullies did to me. I didn’t act on my urges.

School was almost over when I was approached by Claire Brown. She was another fairly advanced mage, working on Warlock III even though she and I were the same age.

“Hang around your locker when school is over. I’ve been told I’m to start training you.”

“But I thought not until Sunday,” I said, not hiding my surprise.

“Why wait until then? We’ll get started earlier. Be there, or be prepared to explain why you refused to meet with me for a private training session.”

I went to my last class, curious and a bit worried. I liked Claire, but she had never once shown any interest in me. She did have a bit of a cruel streak, and I’d been the victim of it more than once.

As the final bell rang, she met me at my locker. “Teleport to the auditorium stage. I have checked, and there is nothing on it. Remember to come in a bit high in case you misjudge the landing spot. And don’t worry about using magic in muggle land.” She handed me a paper, signed by Arch Magus Frost that stated I was allowed to use magic outside of school for my training, but only under her direction. On the paper was a picture of his face. The fact that I could see his eyes blink as I read it showed it was really from him.

“But, uh, my clothes won’t…”

She smiled. “I know. I’ve always been curious about what you look like. I’ll bring them, a minute or so behind you. I was told you’d do what I ordered. If you want my help, you will remember that and not complain, hesitate, or refuse in the future.”

I looked both ways to make sure the hallway was empty of other kids, and then I pictured the stage. I quickly went through the process in my head of how to create the magic, and then did it. I dropped six inches to the stage; glad she’d reminded me to come in high. But now I was completely naked in muggle school, and unlike my sister, Cindy, Gabrielle, Ezra, and Nicolas, I didn’t have any muggle clothing. I waited, wondering how I’d explain this if anyone, a student, the janitor, or a teacher were to enter the auditorium.

She appeared about five minutes later, behind me. I only knew it because I heard her shoes as she dropped to the floor. I turned around, my hands over my crotch.

“No, no covering up. Let’s see what you look like.” She waved her hand and a single spotlight shined down on me.

She walked around and had me turn so that I was in the center of the spotlight. I couldn’t be more exposed.

“Get it hard. I want to watch you play with yourself. I’ve never seen it done in person.”

But I was too scared to get hard. In fact, my dick had shrunken to its smallest possible size.

“I can’t. I’m scared that someone will come in.”

“Oh, I’ve taken care of that. The doors are locked with a lock spell. No muggles can enter. And few mages know how to knock. Besides, everyone is heading home for the weekend. Relax, and get it hard.”

It took time, and she didn’t say another word as she stood there looking at me. It was quiet inside the auditorium, and beyond the walls and doors I could hear the sounds of happy kids leaving school on a Friday afternoon. I finally focused on the fact that there was just me and Claire, and managed a boner.

“See, that wasn’t so hard. Now play with it. I really want to see this.”

That almost caused it to deflate, but I got to work with my right hand and after several more minutes, I was able to fire off several bursts.

“That was fun. At least for me. It was something I always wanted to see. Now, let’s begin your training. Your clothes are in your locker, so they are safe. Nobody is going to come in here.” She reached into a pocket and pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

“Here is how you combine two teleport spells into one. One for your body and the second for your clothes.” She went on to explain how to perform the magic. She made me repeat it all until I had each thought and word correct. The she told me to teleport with the hanky to back of the auditorium.

I tried. The hanky landed somewhere in the middle, and I stumbled on the landing because I had come in too high. She teleported next to me to make sure I was okay.

“You started out right, but you didn’t control your body. Go and find the hanky while you repeat to me all that I have taught you.”

I did as she instructed and she had me try to get back to the stage with the hanky. I failed again. And three times after that. I was already running out of magical power, which she realized too.

“Okay, that’s enough for today. I’ll meet you at your house tomorrow and we’ll work on it more there. I’m going to knock away all the locks on the doors. You’ll have to find your own way to your locker.” Without another word, she was gone.

Now I was truly in school, naked. The source of nightmares. I cautiously opened one of the doors and peeked out. The hallway was empty. I made my way towards my locker, scared to death that someone was going to see me. And if that happened, I wanted it to be a student, not an adult. Yeah, it would be embarrassing as hell, but at least I wouldn’t be in trouble.

But much to my surprise, I made it all the way to my locker, where the door hung open. My clothes were inside, and I dressed as rapidly as I could.

She arrived at my house late Saturday morning. We worked until my energy was exhausted. As far as I could tell, I wasn’t making any progress. But she said I was getting better with each attempt and soon would have it. Teleporting naked into various rooms of my house was very distracting, especially since both of my parents and Chloe was home. I was made to teleport to my sister’s room once, but she got so angry that Claire didn’t make me go there again.

On Sunday, we met at our school.

“I was hoping to share your nakedness with all the other mages in your class, but the instructor said it would be too distracting. Same with my class. So, I guess we’ll have to practice in the hallway. Go ahead and strip.”

Other mages were still coming in the door, hurrying so as to not be late. I hesitated. And then I was teleported three feet. My clothes hung in the air, in the shape of my body, for a half second before falling to the floor. The students in the hallway broke out in laughter and surprise. Most of them, myself included, didn’t know that a teleport spell could be used on another mage. Two other mages, both boys, were suddenly teleported next to me, their clothing back where they had stood.

And that brought out Arch Magus Frost, who quickly punished the two offenders, but not Claire. He did ask her to use an empty room for my training. My clothes stayed where they were as I was told to teleport to the room.

I missed the appearance of my sister and the others wearing only muggle clothing, but I could hear the laughter in the hallway. Clair told me to stay where I was while she went out. I assumed she wanted to see Nicolas.

Ultimately, after many more failed attempts, I finally managed to teleport myself and the hanky across the room. Then twice more after that. It was getting easier. Then she told me to teleport it to the lobby.

I got there, with the hanky, just as the bell rang. Over 50 mages rushed out of classrooms to head for home, only to find me totally naked in the lobby. Most of them went to other schools, and had never seen me naked.

Laughter echoed off the walls as I hurriedly dressed. In the background, I could see Claire looking at me. She was the only one not laughing. I, of course, was a bit pissed, knowing she’d ordered me to teleport here on purpose.

I dropped the hanky and grabbed my clothes and quickly got dressed. I was about to leave when Arch Magus Frost appeared. “Try and teleport across the room.”

Directions from him were not to be ignored. I teleported, only I hadn’t stopped for a second to think it through. Once again, my clothes fell to the floor and I stood there naked.

“I thought perhaps you’d already completed my task, but I see you have a way to go. Maybe next time.” My clothes disappeared. “You are now wearing muggle clothes. Your real clothes are on your front porch. You are dismissed.”

Hoping he wasn’t really sending me out to the real world naked, I remembered at the last moment to thank him and left. Ahead of me, I saw my sister and Cindy, both as naked as I was. Not wanting to join them, I had an idea. What if I concentrated on teleporting me and my muggle clothes home. I was about to try when Clair reminded me about the ban on using magic outside of the school. I turned, and saw her once again look down at my groin. My dick was at least soft.

“Thank you,” I managed to say. And then I turned and began the long walk home.

Knowing that I was totally naked and with just the belief, or hope, that I had muggle clothes on, made the walk scary at best. My dick got hard. I was just about to my house when my sister, who I could see naked, told me to go to Cindy’s house.

Cindy was waiting for me on her front porch. She was crying. I couldn’t stop looking at her. Even though she was a year younger than me, not even a teen yet, she was a girl. And to me, a very naked one. Of course, I was naked to her as well, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to see every inch of her body.

“I can’t go through the house naked,” she said. “I’m going to teleport you to make sure you end up safe. I’ll be right behind you.”

She mentally reviewed the steps and, in an instant, I was in what I assumed was her room. Pink walls, a trophy for muggle school track and field, and school books. Then she appeared.

“My punishment is to allow you to touch me. Anywhere you want. I will coach you on how girls masturbate, and you will do that to me.”

Now I knew why she was crying. This had to be horrible for her. And very pleasurable for me. As she lay on her bed, I was a bit too excited and my dick exploded. I managed to catch it all in my hand.

“Oh, gross. Go across the hall and wash your hands.”

I knew that she had a younger sister and brother, both about 8 or 9 years old. I hoped neither of them were about as I left her room. The bathroom was empty, and I quickly washed my hands and left without seeing either of her siblings.

I couldn’t believe my luck and wondered why she had picked this punishment. I started with her breasts, feeling them while paying special attention to the nipples. But it was her slit that called to me. As my index finger penetrated inside her, she directed me to a little bump and told me to rub it.

As I did, I could see changes. Her breathing changed. She lifted her knees slightly. And a few seconds later she moaned softly as my finger was wetted with something.

“There, it’s done,” she said. Without warning, I suddenly found myself on my front porch.

“Holy shit, look, it’s Reid. He’s naked.”

I turned and saw a boy from two doors down. But more importantly, with him was his sister and her best friend. Both of them were my age and in my class at school. And then I learned a very important lesson. Muggle clothing disappeared when you teleported just like real clothing. Now I truly was naked, and in front of three neighbors.

As they ran up to the porch, I tried the front door, only to find it locked. My first thought was to teleport away, but fortunately I remembered that using magic in public was what got me in this situation to start with. I turned and faced them.

“I lost a bet,” I said as I covered my groin. “Let me by so I can get back to the back door and get inside before anyone else comes.”

“Not until you raise your hands above your head and let us see you,” Grace Kelly said with an evil smile.

I knew I had no real choice. I could probably beat her brother in a fair fight, but all three of them was a loser that would only result in more humiliation. I raised my hands. Her brother, Gerry, laughed. The two girls were busy memorizing every inch of my body, especially my dick, which was now twitching up and down.

I was about to plead with them when Grace turned. The other two followed, and they ran down the sidewalk. The sound of their laughter echoed off the walls as I ran for the backyard. At least the back door was unlocked.

“Why are you naked,” Mom asked as I entered.

“Muggle clothes don’t teleport,” I answered. I was about to run past her when she ordered me to stop. She did look down at my groin for a few seconds before looking back up to my face.

“Your clothes are in your room, but you don’t need them. Chloe is waiting for you in her room.”

I took the steps two at a time, wondering what horror was to confront me now. I knocked at her door and was told to enter.

“It’s about time,” she said. Then she looked more closely. “You’re naked. What happened to your muggle clothes?”

I told her the same thing I’d told mom.

“Good to know. I have to help you pass your Warlock 1 exam.” She began going through the spells I had to know, asking me to perform each one. I could only do 2 of the 6, and one of them, teleportation, she said was Clair Brown’s problem.

“Shit, this is going to take forever. Do you have muggle homework?”

“No, I got it all done yesterday,” I mumbled. “What happens to you?”

“I have to spend every Saturday and Sunday in nothing but muggle clothing until you pass your exam. Let’s get started.”

We worked for an hour. Even though she was my sister and we didn’t get along very well, having one-on-one training was easier for me than being part of a class. She was able to quickly identify what I did wrong and start on correcting the errors.

Monday at school, Nicolas Rosell glared at me, but didn’t say a thing. He was still in muggle clothing, and I had no idea if that was his punishment or just part of it.

Ezra and Gabrielle Watson were also in Muggle clothing. They both turned away from me when they saw me. I smiled as I watched their butts wiggle as they walked down the hallway.

After school, Clair Brown kept me behind, something that pissed off Chloe as she wanted that time for me to finish my muggle homework so she could work with me on my Warlock 1 training. But it had been ordered by Arch Magus Frost, so there was nothing she could do about it.

Clair stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around me. “I can’t trust that you can do this properly, so I’m going to teleport both of us.”

A moment later, I saw that I was in the lobby of magic school. “Don’t turn around or you will regret it,” Clair said as she let go of me. I could hear the rustle of clothing and then she said I could turn.

“I can teleport two people without error,” she began. “And I can teleport with my clothes in place. But I’ve never tried to do both. I planned ahead and left a change of clothing here.”

“But none for me?” I asked, somewhat embarrassed and disappointed that I’d missed seeing her as naked as I was.

“I’m going back for them now,” she said. And then she disappeared.

To my left, a woman stepped out of an office. Fortunately, I recognized her insignia.

“Master Magus Fisher, I’m being trained by Clair Brown under direction of…”

“Yes, I’m aware of Frost’s efforts.” I saw that she didn’t blush or look away. In fact, she took her time studying me as I stood there naked. I had no idea what to say, so I stayed quiet.

“Carry on,” she said, finally looking up at my face. “I just felt magic and wondered who was using it.” She turned and stepped back into what I assumed must be her office.

A moment later, Clair returned. She had the clothing she’d worn to muggle school, but not all of my clothes. She had my shoes and socks and boxers. Before I could ask, she said, “Do you know locate object?”

“No, that’s a Warlock 3 spell. I’m still a Conjurer.”

“Well, I’m going to teach it to you. You need it to find your clothes. We’ll practice with these.” She held up the boxers. “Get a good look at them. If after you’ve drained your magic power, you still have not found them, you’ll have to show me again how boys play with themselves and then go home in muggle clothes.”

“But you’re supposed to be teaching me…”

“I know what my assignment is. And you seem to have forgotten that you are to follow my orders without hesitation or question. Do you want to go home as you are? And by that, I mean, without the muggle clothes.”

She began teaching all the steps necessary to cast the Locate Object spell. Then she had me hide my underwear somewhere in the classroom while she closed her eyes. There weren’t many places, so I shoved them into one of my shoes and told her I was ready. She then went through the spell slowly while I watched. A moment later she pointed at the shoe I’d put the boxers in.

“Stand as you are,” she ordered. She removed the boxers from the shoe and stepped behind me. A moment later, she returned facing me. “Now, use the spell and find them.”

I failed. She showed me the mistakes I made and had me try again. Again, I failed. But on the third attempt, I had a feeling. I turned and pointed, but there was nothing there.

“Excellent,” she said, and removed the spell that had made my boxers invisible. “Now, concentrate on your shirt. It is further away, so it will be more difficult, but try and find it.

I was almost empty of magic when I finally did successfully find the shirt. She had me put it on and teleport back with it. I somehow managed to do it without leaving it behind.

“If you masturbate for me again, I will make your shirt longer and let you go home without pants or muggle clothing. Or, you can go home as you are.”

“I thought…” and then I paused, remembering that I was not supposed to question her. I got my dick hard and jacked off for her pleasure.

She made the shirt extend to just above my knees. “The spell will end in 30 minutes, so you’ll have to hurry. Or, if you think you have mastered the teleport spell, you should have enough energy left to get you and what you are wearing home. However, if you fail, you’ll end up naked outside again.”

I was quite sure I could not get home in 30 minutes. Especially if the clock was already running. I called up all of my reserve energy and turned it into magic. Then, concentrating very hard, I teleported as far as I could, which, because I was so drained, was little more than half way. But I had both socks and shoes, and the shirt, and about 25 minutes to get the rest of the way.

Clair was pissed as I had no magic left to practice with her. I went to my room to finish my muggle homework.

Mom called to me just as I was finishing up. I went to the living room and was surprised to see Arch Magus Frost there, along with my sister.

“Warlock II Clair Brown tells me that she has completed her assignment, and that in addition you have mastered a Warlock 1 spell too. Show me.”

“I’d like to Arch Magus Frost, but her training used all the magical power I have for today.”

He reached out a finger, and I felt a surge of energy. I removed the shirt and handed it to Chloe.

“Hide this somewhere.”

“I’ll take care of that,” the Arch Magus said. A moment later, the shirt was gone.

I concentrated on it, scared of how he’d react if I failed. Then I had it. My front porch.

“By your leave, Arch Magus Frost,” I said. He stepped aside and I went out to the porch and put the shirt on. I then teleported back into the house. To my relief, I still had all of my clothing on.

“Clair Brown is done with her assignment,” he said. He turned to my sister. “And he has enough magical energy for a small amount of training by you. Satisfied?”

“Yes, thank you very much Arch Magus Frost.” My sister did all but bow.

He turned to me. “Did anyone see you teleport off the porch?”

I froze, feeling very sick. “Arch Magus Frost, I am not a Warlock yet, so I used magic outside when I am not permitted to do so. And even if I were a Warlock, I did not check to see if any muggle would see me use magic.”

“A very good response. One that will save you much pain. Remove your clothing.”

I undressed, embarrassed that my sister was going to see me naked once again. Then I saw how I was to be punished. The red paddle that I had seen the Arch Magus use on Nicolas was next to his hand. It quickly flew to behind me and I felt burning pain as it struck me.

I remembered how it had burned Nicolas’ hand when he grabbed it and did my best to endure the pain. But after seven strokes, my knees gave way and I fell to the ground in agony.

The paddle disappeared. The Arch Magus did not. “You, like your sister, will wear nothing on weekends but muggle clothing until such time as you pass your Warlock 1 test,” he stated. “And, next Sunday, you will get the three you are due in front of the assembled mage student body.”

“Yes, I understand Arch Magus Frost,” I managed to say through clenched jaws.

“Then both of you know what needs to be done.” Without waiting for any final words or even a goodbye, he disappeared.

“Come on, get up,” Chloe said as she lifted me. “I’ve got some cream that will help relieve the pain.”

It was a bit of tenderness that once existed between us back when we were little. I didn’t know if I could trust her, but was in too much pain to resist.

It wasn’t a trick. The cream really did do a lot to relieve the pain. How Nicolas had endured 12 strokes with the paddle was beyond me.

I was able to concentrate enough to make some progress with my sister’s teaching. As the week progressed, I managed to see the front of both Gabrielle and Ezra in their muggle clothing, meaning that I could see all of them. We were in the lunch room and they both had trays of food, so there was nothing they could do to keep me from seeing them except to glare at me.

Saturday really sucked, as Mom made me go with her to the grocery store. I was totally naked, but except for any mages who might be there, the others would see me wearing something. But still, I knew I was naked.

After that, I stood outside at the gas station pumping gas into her car. Then she gave me her credit card and sent me inside to pay for it. Two young mages, a boy and a girl I knew were only Conjuror level, laughed openly as they saw me naked.

Then, once home, I was assigned chores. Cleaning out the garage, washing my mom’s car, trimming hedges, and other stuff. All while naked. Friends came by. Of course, they saw me as dressed, but I could not get rid of the fact that no matter what they thought they saw, I was totally naked. It was even worse when a couple of mage girls came by. Normally, they never had anything nice to say to me. But now that I was naked, I couldn’t get rid of them.

And because I insulted them, they called other mage girls and invited them to come over and watch me work. At one point, more than a dozen girls were gathered in the driveway as I washed the car. I even sprayed them with the hose, but that backfired as they tried out an idea.

Even though they, like me, couldn’t see the muggle clothes, they held me and tugged and pulled on where my shirt and pants would be. Then they threw the muggle clothes to who knows where. I didn’t know if I was now in boxers or still fully dressed, but I soon found out when Frank Malone came by and started laughing hilariously. Frank was my age, but not a mage. The girls questioned him, and he laughed harder.

“I can see why Reid finally has girls hanging around since all he has on are briefs. And those are nearly invisible because they are wet. You can see he has a boner.”

There was talk among the girls regarding removal of my muggle briefs, but they decided maybe that would be going too far. And they could see my boner clearly. Finally, they began wandering off. I went through the motions of picking up pretend muggle clothing and dressing. And hoping that really worked.

Chloe wasn’t much happier when she got home. I don’t know where Mom sent her, but it clear that other mages had seen her. Boy mages. Somehow though, I didn’t feel very sorry for her.

We got to work reviewing the progress I’d made. It was getting late before she said she’d done all she could. “You had better pass that exam tomorrow,” she stated. What she would do if I didn’t was left unsaid.

Since muggle clothes didn’t matter, we were naked at magic school. Before classes began, Arch Magus Frost called an assembly and brought me up on stage. I was naked, but fear of the paddling I was about to endure kept me from being hard. Still, there were scores of kids between the ages of 7 to 16 looking at me.

The Arch Magus wanted to make a point apparently, as he had me turn my back to the audience, spread my legs wide, and bend down and touch the floor. I knew this left my ass cheeks spread, giving the kids in the audience a view they hadn’t seen. Plus, my dick and balls hung down in plain sight.

The three strikes from the paddle were delivered slowly, and I cried out in pain from each one.

Once it was over, classes began except for me and a few other students who were testing for advancement. Arch Magus Frost watched as I did the written part and then performed the physical testing of each spell. An examiner and two people learning to become ones graded the performance and I needed their averaged grade of 8 out of 10 to pass.

I finished about the middle of the other students being tested and had to wait from my grade until all were done and the graders met to tally the scores. The results were given in the order in which we completed the exam.

“Warlock 1 Gilmore, step forward,” the examiner in charge said. I almost failed to move. I would have if the boy standing next to me hadn’t budged me in the arm. Warlock 1! I was no longer a thaumaturgist. After collecting my insignia, I turned and saw Chloe in the back of the auditorium. She had cut her class to find out her fate, which was tied to my performance. I could see the relief in her eyes. Once home, she was no longer required to wear nothing but muggle clothes on weekends. The same now for me.

I was about to step off the stage when I heard “Conjuror Rosell, Step forward.”

I turned and saw Nicolas, as naked as me, approach the stage. The last I’d heard was that he had to remain in each stage of training for a month before he could test for advancement. Since a month had not yet passed, somehow Arch Magus Frost must have changed his mind, as he had just graduated from Seer level.

I never heard what had changed or anything about the Wilson sisters’ punishments, but Monday, Gabrielle and Ezra were again wearing real clothing. As were my sister and myself. They still glared at me and walked away when they saw me looking at them, so I guessed it might be a while before they would speak to me again. And that didn’t bother me in the least.

Before I could escape, Arch Magus Frost teleported in front of me.

“Congratulations Warlock 1 Gilmore,” he said, his voice icy. “I have reviewed what happened, and made a few changes. If Conjuror Roswell should reach Warlock 2 before you do, he will become your new tutor, and you will follow his rules. Since he is now allowed to test out one level each week, you only have two weeks to match him. You have a long path to go based on your previous progress. Good luck.”

My heart sank. All the joy I had at advancing a level evaporated away in an instant. If Nicolas won, he would do little to train me. But I was positive he would keep me in muggle clothing for as long as he could. And who knows what else he’d make me do. His girlfriend, Gabrelle, would certainly be involved as well. And if she was, so would Ezra.

“Arch Magus Frost,” I said. He stopped and turned back to me. “I feel like I’m being punished, but I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Warlock 1 Gilmore. You are not being punished. Things might work out differently than you are assuming. Someone suggested to me that you have shown that you can learn at a normal, if not accelerated, pace with one-on-one instruction instead of a classroom setting. This needs to be tested. Your new tutor will come to you. Soon, I would imagine.” He turned back and continued to his office.

Another tutor. I should feel happy. Instead, I worried that it would just be someone else with power over me and who would use the power to both train and bully me.

“Gilmore!” I heard from behind me. I shuddered as I recognized the voice. “Get your ass over here.”

Nicolas Rosell looked very angry. Worse yet, he had a glowing red paddle floating in the air next to him. I had no doubt it was the same one that had been used with great effect on both of our butts. Standing to either side of him were Gabrielle and Ezra.

“I made a foolish deal with Arch Magus Frost. I now have two weeks to get you to Warlock Level 2. Success or failure have different paths. I must test at that level in two weeks from today. For me, that isn’t a challenge. I already know all the spells. You are the problem.”

He paused, pointing at me for a few seconds. Then he continued.

“If I pass, but you fail, you remain my student until I say you may test again. But if that happens, Ezra owns us as slaves for two weeks, and her sister will block the use of magic from both of us. So, let’s start. You have 2 seconds. Teleport yourself 10 feet to your left.”

It was a lot to process, and the two seconds were up before I even began thinking the spell through, something I’m sure he counted on. He teleported me. But just me, not my clothes. Once again, I was naked in magic school.

“Each time you fail to do something you are capable of doing, I get to use this,” Nicolas said. Before I could react, the red-glowing paddle was at by back and burning the hell out of my butt. I tried stepping forward, but it moved along with me and hit me even harder. I quickly realized I had to stand still.

I made it to eight strokes before falling to the floor in incredible pain.

“I will make the pain go away if you suck Nicolas’ dick,” Gabrielle offered.

“Never!” A stupid thing to say, as I was to learn. The paddle struck me again, burning both hands. My hands were trying to ease the agony from the burning across my bare ass. I rolled over, and saw the paddle was about to hit my exposed dick and balls. My hands were now under my body, and could not protect me.

“Never? Are you sure about that answer?” Gabrielle asked.

“I surrender,” I cried out. “I’ll do it.”

I smelled magic as the pain rapidly diminished in both my hands and my butt. The paddle once again hung in the air, but this time I saw that it wasn’t as close to Nicolas as it was to Gabrella. She controlled it, not him. And I think he was as scared of it as me.

I got on my knees in front of him. Before I could start, Gabrielle spoke again.

“From now on, failing to do something you know how to do allows me to use the paddle. Refusing to do it allows me to not only use it, but to control how hot it gets.”

She didn’t say anything further, and I looked from her back to Nicolas.

He had lowered his pants and boxers. His dick was slowly getting hard. I could sense a conflict of interests. One, he really wanted me to suck him. Not so much for the sexual part, but for the humiliation I would suffer. But on the other hand, he was nervous about his girlfriend watching it.

One thing specifically surprised me. We were in the hallway right outside the auditorium at mage school. All the mages were there for the advancement exams and results. Yet not a single person walked by. Not staff nor students. It was just the four of us.

I got started. After the first two tentative licks, he was fully erect and I took it into my mouth. He stopped me immediately and told me what I was doing wrong. I made the necessary corrections and continued, this time without interruptions. When he shot, warm, salty cum filled the back of my throat. I swallowed it down and backed away and stood up.

“Now you know how to do it. If ordered, remember what happens if you do it wrong or refuse.” Gabrielle said. She and her sister were suppressing laughing at me. “I guess it is time for your training to begin.”

She no more than said the words when kids, parents, and staff resumed exiting the auditorium. As I reached for my clothes, I was told to leave them. I had to endure the laughter from the kids and the looks from the parents while standing there totally naked.

“Inside,” Nicolas said, pointing to the auditorium. “Don’t worry about your clothes. They’ll still be there when we are done for today.”

There was still perhaps a score of kids still inside when we entered. They all stared as I followed Nicolas up to the stage. He had me turn so that I was facing the small audience. I could see then that they were mostly girls, and they were quite surprised and interested to see me totally naked.

He started with the first of the 7 spells I needed to master in order to advance, invisibility. He went over how it works, and the movements needed to create the magic. He had me practice it, and corrected me several times. Then he had me try it.

Laughter from the kids in the seats told me I didn’t do it right.

“You somehow did the reverse, which is actually a Warlock 3 spell, luminosity. You are glowing.”

We worked on it for a while, but after all the spells I’d had to do for the exam, my energy was all but gone. Nicolas finally gave up for the day.

“Let us see if you are going home in Muggle clothing or dressed. Picture where your clothes are and teleport them here. Those that arrive and aren’t stuck to the floor are what you will have to wear home.”

I was exhausted, both mentally and magically. I did my best, but only managed to get both socks and one shoe.

“Well, that certainly was a failure,” Gabrielle stated. The paddle began to move towards me, but she stopped it. “I’ll give you a choice. Go home wearing what you recovered, or 6 with the paddle. Which do you choose?”

I was totally scared of the paddle and the massive amount of pain it represented. As much as I didn’t want to go home naked, I chose that.

The only good part was that it was dusk, almost dark outside. I realized then how tired and hungry I was. Too much so to even think of trying to run the whole way.

I was spotted by a dozen or so kids along the way. Most just laughed, but a few who knew me gathered around, eager to see a boy of 13 naked. I had to make up a story of how I was stripped of my clothing in the woods and had waited until dark to go home.

They laughed and circled around me. It actually helped get me home quicker. As we got close to my yard, they all said goodbyes and left and I ran the last 100 feet, hoping the doors wouldn’t be locked.

“Why are you naked?” Chloe asked me as I entered.

I explained the new deal and my first day of training with Nicolas Rosell. My sister loved it, especially the part where I got paddled. She wished me luck, not caring that I knew she didn’t really want for me to become lucky.

I hurried to my room and got some clothes. Mom had saved some dinner for me, and after that, I went straight to bed. The possibility of having to endure two weeks as Ezra’s slave had me terribly worried, but the need for sleep won over.

After a full night of sleep, I felt much better the next morning. Once at school, I found my schedule had been changed. I now had optional classes in the afternoon. The same for Nicolas, Gabrielle and Ezra. And I found out a tiny bit more about Nicolas’ father when a car and driver were sent to the school to take the four of us to magic school.

Once there, I was immediately told I had 2 seconds to teleport myself to a classroom. I began thinking about the spell, but as soon as the two seconds passed, one of them teleported me but not my clothes. Naked again, I had to face the smiling faces of the two Roswell girls.

My head was clearer. I felt more powerful, and not just because I’d advanced a level. There was something else, deep inside me. But I didn’t know how to call upon it.

I had failed my first attempt to teleport. The paddle appeared next to Gabrielle, and she gave a warning.

“You aren’t trying hard enough. Get it right, or you’ll have to again choose between ten with this or sucking my boyfriend’s dick.”

I was pretty sure I knew what I’d done wrong, but that statement made me lose my concentration. The next time I tried was even worse than the first. The paddle moved behind me.

“Which option do you choose for a punishment?” Gabrielle asked.

I wanted to beg. I want time to think. But I knew she would make it worse if I didn’t choose immediately. “Nicolas,” I moaned.

I could see hatred in his eyes as he lowered his jeans and boxers. He glanced at the two girls, and I realized that he was being punished too by having to appear naked in front of them. He wasn’t hard, so I got done on my knees and front of him and reached forward.

“No hands, just your mouth,” Ezra ordered.

I didn’t dare refuse. I had to use my tongue to lift it into my mouth. It slowly grew longer and thicker as I washed it with my tongue, and eventually I was able to start the actual blowjob. It still took several minutes before I got him to shoot.

I pulled back and swallowed. Nicolas bent over, but Gabrielle stopped him.

“No, leave them down. Let’s see if maybe he can do the spell you taught him yesterday.”

I forced my mind to focus on the spell and forget about the paddle, being naked, or becoming Ezra’s slave for two weeks. I used the magic. Nothing happened. Or so I thought. I saw Nicolas smile as he bent over and recovered his clothing.

“Release it before you use up all your magic,” he said, looking right at me but with his eyes unfocused. “We have a lot to work on.”

From that point on, the training went faster. I was finally able to draw on my magical energy without thinking about other things going on around me. I came to realize that the appearance of the paddle was mostly to distract me. To cause fear, which led to a failure of the spell. Now that I knew how to focus, the training went well.

Two Sundays later, I was taking the Warlock 2 test. I knew I did well on the written test, but I did poorly on one spell and was not able to do another. I had failed. I returned to the audience and sat as far away from Gabrielle and Ezra as I could. I couldn’t imagine how much horror the younger girl would inflict on my life.

Nicolas easily completed his test and was now a Warlock 2. He should have also looked horrible, but he didn’t. Did he know I failed and that we were going to be Ezra’s slaves?

Once the last student finished her test, I got up to leave. But the person behind me stopped me.

“Stay,” Arch Magus Frost ordered. We waited. Normally, other students hung around in the auditorium for a while, but with him sitting there, none did. Quickly the place emptied until it was just Nicolas, Gabrielle, Ezra, me, and Arch Magus Frost. He teleported me to where the other three sat, and then himself to the floor facing us.

“Not bad for two weeks,” he said softly. “Much better by far than I expected. Who gets the credit for him almost passing the exam just two weeks after becoming Warlock 1?”

I fully expected Nicolas saying it was his training, but instead he said Ezra. I turned to look at him, wondering if he was under a spell.

“Ezra realized that his doubts and worries were keeping him from concentrating enough to learn the spells properly,” Nicolas began. “I simply played the role she assigned me. I think that if he’d had a trained teacher instead of me that he would have passed the exam.”

“But as a bully, you were necessary. It had to be someone he feared.”

“Yes, Arch Magus Frost, it had to be me. And while I’m kind of pissed at the way she distracted him; I believe her test was a total success. I think she should be rewarded.”

“Are you saying you did not enjoy his alternative to the paddle?” the Arch Magus asked with a smile.

“I did. But not with Gabrielle and Ezra watching. Using me was their way to get to see me naked. They could have chosen any mage with enough experience and power to train him. It was me they wanted for that particular choice.”

The Arch Magus turned to Ezra. “Is that true?”

But it was Gabrelle who answered. “It was me, Arch Magus. She wanted a different boy, one her age, but I reminded her that none of them knew the spells. And yes, I chose him deliberately. It was good to see him get bullied for a change. And I did enjoy seeing him naked so often during the last two weeks.”

“Wizard Nicolas, Warlock 3 Wilson, you two may go.” The way the Arch Mage said it sounded like it was a choice. But the tone of his voice showed it wasn’t. They were dismissed.

And I was confused. Nicolas was back to his true level, that of Wizard. He just tested at Warlock 2, the same as me. And what about becoming Ezra’s slave for two weeks along with me?

Once it was just me and Ezra, the Arch Magus looked at her.

“Thaumaturgist Ezra, you now have a choice to make. You have proved your worth very admirably. I will grant either of the two possibilities we discussed several weeks back.”

She fidgeted on the bench. After several seconds, she spoke.

“Arch Magus Frost, you know I want both. But I think the correct choice to make is to take the level. I have seen Reid naked many times now. I’ve seen him do something that left me totally baffled when you approved it. It was meant to be something that I thought you would reject so that I could substitute something else.”

“Wizard Nicolas is a bully,” the Arch Magus began. “Or was. He and I have held a few discussions regarding that and his future. I meant to reward him with the oral sex, but you made Nicolas accept it while you watched. I hope you will consider what is appropriate in the future. Just to be sure, you are rejecting having Warlock 2 Gilmore as a slave?”

“Yes,” she answered after glancing at me.

“Fine then. You may go Warlock 1 Ezra.”

And that left me. Alone with Arch Magus Frost. I was unable to endure his stare, knowing that a punishment was coming, so I looked at the floor. It was several long seconds before he spoke.

“You did remarkably well. Much better than I expected. It saved young Ezra from further punishment.”

I was confused. Something here wasn’t right. I looked up.

“She thought there was a high chance that she could get you to master 6 of the 7 spells in less than two weeks. And she nearly did it. You mastered 5 of them, and nearly got the 6^th one. I expect more of you in the future. In fact, I expect you to take the Warlock 2 exam again next week. I have already sent my permission for you to repeat it so quickly to the exam team. Do not disappoint me by failing it again. Should you embarrass me by not passing, you will spend the following weekend as Nicholas’ slave, and the one after that as Ezra’s.”

I knew I couldn’t possibly be ready that soon. Unless…

“Will I have a tutor?”

“If you can afford one. That is your choice. But it would be a waste of money. You need to figure out what Ezra did. What makes you different? Why do so many people pick on you but not other kids? Why do other kids, even your friends, stand by and let it happen? Some even laugh and enjoy what is done to you. Figure that out, and use it, and you will have no problem passing the exam. Fail it, and you have two of the most miserable weekends of your life to look forward to.”

I sat there, staring at the floor again. All my life I’ve pondered that question. It seemed that everyone bullied me.

“You’re bullying me now, Arch Magus Frost.” I stood up facing him.

He smiled. Something rarely ever seen. “I am. Figure it out. Or I’ll add other kids who would love a chance to make you do anything they want. Warlock 1 Gilmore, you are dismissed.”

The smile was gone and the scowl was back. I left the school without saying another word. But I was scared. I had one week to somehow learn two spells while still practicing the other five. Without a tutor, as I couldn’t afford one. My parents couldn’t hire one because they were supposed to be unaware that my sister and I were wizards.

As I walked, I pondered the question. What was different about me? For starters, the gene that causes one to become a wizard had skipped both of my parents. But that couldn’t be the answer, as my sister was never bullied. Or if it happened, it was rare and I just didn’t know about it.

No, the answer had to be something different in me. Could it be another gene? One that everyone else recognized but I didn’t know about? Biology wasn’t one of my strong points, but that sounded more like science fiction than science.

“Reid Gilmore, teleport 10 feet to the left. NOW!”

It was Ezra’s voice, and without hesitation I did it. Only I didn’t remember to do it twice, once for me and once for my clothes, so I ended up 10 feet away naked. I turned, but my clothes disappeared. Either invisible, which should be a spell Ezra hadn’t learned yet, or she had help.

I turned to face her. Another mage girl I barely knew was with her. Addison Cooper. She was a grade behind me in muggle school, but a level above in mage school. And she was smiling as she looked at me.

“I told you he’d do it wrong,” Ezra said.

“What do you want, Ezra?” I asked.

“Not me. I’ve seen enough of you. It is what Addison wants.”

She didn’t make me ask. “I want to watch you play with yourself. Several times. So, we’re going to work on the spells you need to learn, but for each hour of training, you will meet my payment. Starting now.”

I looked around. I didn’t see anybody, but we were not far from streets and houses and kids, or adults, could come by at any moment. “We’re off of magic school property. We can’t practice magic here.”

“That isn’t the real reason you aren’t making your first payment. You’re scared someone might see you doing it. Someone other than us.”

“Yeah, that too,” I admitted.

“What happens if you don’t pass the exam next week?” Ezra asked.

She knew. I looked down, but she ordered me to say it. So that Addison would know to.

“Next weekend I’m a slave to Nicolas, and the weekend after that, to you.”

Addison laughed. “Which is worse? Getting caught playing with that think sticking out from your middle here and now, or having to do it several times for an audience in two weeks?”

I thought back to Arch Magus Frost, and what he had said to me. To figure out what made me different, and to use that. It was a little vague and lacking detail, but the first thought that came to my mind was that other kids would walk away. I decided it wasn’t a bad strategy.

“Where are my clothes?” I asked.

Addison laughed again as my dick twitched with the thought of going home naked.

“They aren’t far away, but they are invisible. I know you know how to find invisible things now, so use the spell. Or go home as you are. Unless you take my deal, we’re done.”

“But I’ll get caught and …”

“That’s your problem. Make up anything you want. Tell whoever sees you that it was a dare, or a bet, or you had to do it to keep from getting beaten up. It doesn’t matter to me what you say. I’m hoping that a bunch of our muggle classmates get to see you naked too.”

“And, we will tell Arch Magus Frost that you tried to teleport away from us. Magic use in public at your level will give all of our mage friends a chance to see you naked again too. And to watch that wicked paddle attack your bare butt.”

They turned and continued walking away, giggling.

I now had a new bully. And a new problem. Use magic outside to find my clothes or go home naked where it was a certainty that dozens, if not scores, of kids would see me outside naked again.

I looked around and made sure that nobody was watching and used the spell. At least she hadn’t lied. My clothes were a dozen yards off the path. I dressed again and made another decision.

The first use of magic, upon being startled by Ezra, might be enough justification to keep me from feeling the paddle. But casting the spell to find my clothes probably wouldn’t. There was a chance that he would never know, but I wasn’t going to take that risk.

I turned around and went back into the magic school. Moments later I was nervously knocking on Arch Magus Frost’s door.

“Enter,” he said gruffly from inside.

“Arch Magus Frost, I used magic off of this school’s property.” I reasoned that he was going to know or find out anyway. He stared at me, his gaze neither threatening or helpful, so I continued by explaining what Ezra and Addison had done, and my choice to use a spell to locate my clothes.

“I assume that means you don’t intend to use her as a tutor. Correct?”

“No, not her. Not for her price,” I honestly responded.

“That is most likely the best decision. I will defer your punishment for the use of magic off of school grounds until after you take the Warlock 2 exam next Sunday.”

He lowered his head and returned to whatever he’d been doing before being interrupted by me. Knowing I’d been dismissed, I left quietly, my head filled with fear and confusion.









Rick’s Genes, Part 3 of 3

“Hey, Reid, why so glum?”

I knew the voice. Carl Jefferson. A few months older than me, he’d already turned fourteen. He was known by muggles as a nerd, and frequently laughed at. But in mage school, he was what was known as a fast-tracker. Advancing levels faster than other mages. I raised a hand as a greeting, but didn’t say anything.

“I was cheering you on, hoping you’d get the level you were working on,” he said as he moved next to me and matched my slow stride. “You did pretty good.”

“I was ready for Haste, but I was getting tired and let my hand motions get sloppy,” I explained. “It wouldn’t have mattered much anyway. I couldn’t do Slow. I’d only just started learning that one.”

“Then why test out if you knew you’d fail? That kind of thing pisses off the testers. They don’t like wasting their time. They’ll grade you harder next time.”

I suddenly had a thought. “Am I under a spell? It there a way to tell?”

He stopped walking. “If I were Magus level, I think I could give a clear answer.” He paused. “But there are two spells I know that might reveal it if you were. But doing so would tell whoever cast it that I discovered it. Before taking that risk, I need something.”

“Yeah. Seeing me naked. Or making me be naked in front of girls.”

“What? No!. What makes you say that?”

“Arch Magus Frost told me there is something wrong with me. And that I need to figure it out. I have to pass the exam next week or serve two weekends as a slave. First to Nicolas Rosell and then to Ezra Wilson.”

“We shouldn’t do this outside, even though I’m allowed to. I limit uses in public to times when it is really necessary. Can you come to my house?”

I wanted to know, so we headed into town.

He introduced me to his parents, and said he was going to help me with a couple of spells, and then we went to his room. I didn’t even know he had a brother until we got there.

“Kevin, this is Reid Gilmore. I don’t know if you’ve met him. We’re going to work on some spells, so if you stay, please don’t interrupt.”

Carl turned back to me and began using his hands while softly saying something that sounded like ‘revelare omnia’. I could smell the magic.

“No, I don’t see anything with a Detection spell,” he said. “Let me try a bigger one.”

This time, he mentally prepared himself. He practiced the finger and hand movements separate from the oral part a few times, and then put them together.

“Nope. At the limit of my ability, I don’t see any charm or other spells in place on you.”

“You’re the kid who likes to be seen naked,” Kevin said from his end of the room.

“No, I don’t enjoy it. It keeps being done to me.”

“I’d kind of like to see it. The Seer’s, like me, had to leave the auditorium when you were paddled. So everyone else but us saw you.”

“You want to see me naked?” I asked, astounded that he would even phrase it that way. I expected Carl would tell his brother to mind his own business.

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve seen Carl, and he’s seen me. You’re somewhere in between us. I’m curious is all. If your shy, don’t worry about it.”

I looked at Carl, who also shrugged his shoulders.

“He’s really just curious. He’ll live if he doesn’t get to see you. I have, but it would be interesting to see you better than I did before.”

I decided to call their bluff. “I’ll get naked if both of you do it too.”

Kevin smiled and didn’t hesitate to begin. Carl’s face turned red, but he also began removing clothes. I surrendered and stripped as well.

“Thanks,” Kevin said as he looked closely at my privates. “You’re bigger than I thought you be. Almost as big as Carl, but you don’t have as much hair down there as he does. I’ve only got a few little ones.”

I looked and could see that his assessment was accurate. It almost bothered me that I wondered how big his would be if he had a boner. I gave them a few seconds and then reached for my pants.

“What would it cost me to have you help me with my spells?” I asked Carl.

Carl didn’t move to recover his clothes. “Not much. You made a partial payment by not yelling at Kevin when he said he wanted to see you naked. You went further by not laughing at him. But we need to figure out what the Arch Magus meant. Tell me again what he said to you.”

His words from a couple of hours ago came back to me. “You need to figure out what Ezra did. What makes you different? Why do so many people pick on you, but don’t do the same to other kids? Why do other kids, even your friends, stand by and let it happen? Some even laugh and enjoy what is done to you. Figure that out, and use it, and you will have no problem passing the exam. Fail it, and you have two of the most miserable weekends of your life to look forward to.”

“There’s more,” Kevin said from next to me.

“You can read minds?” I asked, astonished that he caught that.

“No. But towards the end, your dick got hard. He must have said something else to make that happen.”

“He has to be a slave to first Nicolas Rosell for a weekend, and then to Ezra,” Carl said once I hesitated to speak. “You know her. And I know Nicolas. I’m not sure which would be the worse.”

“No way would I ever let Ezra rule me,” Kevin declared.

“I have noticed that you seem to get picked on a lot more often than any other kids,” Carl suggested. “Do you know why?”

“I have no idea, but if you do, I’d love to hear it.” I was serious. I had a week to master two spells, one of which I’d only been briefly exposed to. And I still had to make sure that I could master the other five.

Carl’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “I’ll tell you if you suck my brother’s dick.”

“What? No way. He’s eleven.”

“Then suck mine.”

“Suck both of us,” Kevin stated. It was obvious he wanted one.

I stood there stunned. I needed to know. But still…

“Suck us both, and I’ll tell you AND I’ll help you with the spells you need.”

“Just once?” I questioned.

“For each of us, yeah. I’ll tell you what you need to know. And, if you fail to pass the exam, I’ll give back the blowjob by sucking your dick.”

I was torn. I really needed both his knowledge and his help. I decided it was worth it. I elected to start with Kevin, thinking he most likely didn’t shoot yet. I knelt down in front of him and was about to take his dick into my mouth when Carl told me to stop.

“That’s why kids pick on you. You give in too easily. You don’t have to suck us. Get up and we’ll get started on the spells.”

“Like hell,” Kevin fired back. “He was about to do it. Why’d you stop him?”

“Because it was to serve a purpose. If your horny, jack off.” Carl was also hard, but wasn’t following his own advice. His hands were to his sides as his boner gently swayed up and down.

Kevin gave his brother the finger, but he sat on his bed. I didn’t watch, even though I had some interest, but I could hear the sound of a fist pumping up and down on a dick.

“Let’s start working on some spells,” Carl said after glancing at his brother. “We’ll begin with the ones you did good enough to pass. But I saw some mistakes.”

We got started, but both of us paused a few minutes later when we heard Kevin begin to moan. I was wrong, the boy did shoot. Not much, and it was clear and watery, but he did fire off.

We progressed quickly, and he was right. What he taught me was different than how Nicolas had me do it. And Carl’s method was easier and used less of my stored magical energy.

But it did use what little I had left, and after an hour, I asked for a break. Until we stopped, I hadn’t even notice that we were both still naked. I glanced behind me and saw that Kevin also hadn’t dressed.

“Why are you being nice to me instead of taking advantage of me?” I asked Carl.

“I think it is a trait for those of us who have magic,” he said after a few seconds of thought. “I choose not to be like others. But the truth is, I was tempted to use you.”

“If I had refused to give the blowjobs, would you still have offered to train me?”

“I would like to think I would, but now we don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I had to counter my desire in order to tell you not to give the blowjobs. It was to prove a point. That is, you give in too easily.”

“I’m afraid other kids will do worse things if I don’t. Especially those with magic. In fact, I’m positive they would.”

“You might be right. But for now, all the kids who know you think you are a wus. They are sure you won’t back down if they threaten you with worse. I think, and you’ll have to test this on your own, that if you do refuse, they will say something mean but leave you. Doing something to you because you didn’t refuse is almost the same as if you accepted it. Going beyond that after you refuse puts them in danger.”

“The meanest ones, like Nicolas and Ezra, won’t care about what happens to them as long as they can get enjoyment from you,” Kevin offered from his bed. “But I think my brother is right about most other kids. I’d have trouble backing down if Ezra threatened me. But you don’t scare me.”

“Give me a blowjob right now or I’ll teleport you outside naked,” I barked.

He laughed. “That’s funny, coming from the boy who has used up all of his magic. But blow me now, or I will teleport you outside naked. And yes, I know the spell.”

He was a seer. There was no way he could know the teleport spell. But then again, his brother was a good teacher. I glanced at Carl, who looked bored. I turned back to Keven and saw the beginnings of the correct finger motions to do the spell. I gave in and started to get down between his knees.

He laughed and pushed me away. “Carl is right, you’re too easy. Think about it. He already refused to let me get my first blowjob. And he could have stopped me or you.” Kevin paused, his fingers still working.

“If you ever feel you owe me, I would love a blowjob. I’d even trade one with you just to find out what it feels like.” He said the words, and I felt a small amount of magic. My body absorbed it.

“You don’t have enough power, but you know the spell,” I said. He nodded. I’d screwed up. I almost went against Carl. He probably wouldn’t be interested in finishing the training he’d begun. I turned to him and began an apology.

He cut me off immediately. “Finally, by brother has done something to make me proud. If you want to trade with him, you have my blessing. In fact, I’d also like to trade. I too want to know how it feels. But right now, you’re out of magic, or damn close to it. Get dressed, go home, and come back here tomorrow and we’ll continue.”

I dressed without responding. But before leaving their bedroom, I did finally say that I’d see them tomorrow. And added, “For training. Magical training, not the other. I already know how to do that.”

They both nodded and said goodbyes and I left.

The next day, as I made my way to their house, Dennis the Menace, my name for him, stopped me just a couple of houses from theirs. His real name is Dennis Evens.

“Kevin Jefferson told me you were willing to suck his dick but his brother wouldn’t let you. Come into my house and suck mine.”

I sized him up. I knew he was just about ready to test for Warlock 1 and that he was 12. And in muggle school, he wrestled. He was thin, and his legs and arms showed quite a bit of muscle. I couldn’t beat him in fighting, but I might be able to match him with magic. After all, I was testing for Warlock 3.

I was about to tell him to go away, but he spoke again before I could say anything.

“You’d better do it. You might have more magic than me, but I’ll kick your butt. And with or without magic, I’ll stick my dick all the way up your ass.”

Fear struck me speechless. He was threatening to fuck me. Literally. I was just about to agree to blow him, once, when I remembered what both Carl and Kevin had told me.

“Go away,” I said to him. I turned back towards the Jefferson’s house when I heard him running up behind me. I turned back, prepared to use magic to defend myself even though we were outside in public.

He stopped and raised his hands. “Don’t use magic, the Arch Magus would know and he’d think it was me. I’ve felt that damn paddle of his twice. And now I have to blow Kevin because he bet me that I couldn’t get you to agree to blow me. You were never going to have to do it, Carl made sure I understood that, but if you had submitted than it would have been Kevin sucking me. Let’s go, they’ll be waiting to find out who won the bet.”

The boys were waiting for us at the door.

“Who won?” Kevin asked as we stepped inside. I could see he was nervous.

“I did,” Dennis proclaimed. “He’s going to do it here, after you suck me.”

Carl swore, and Kevin looked like he was about to faint.

“I told him to go away,” I said. “He told me about the bet. And he’s lying to you.”

“You asshole,” Kevin said, a little too loud as it drew a warning from his mother who was in the kitchen. We then remained quiet until we got to their bedroom.

“Do I really have to do it?” Dennis asked in a sweet voice.

“YES!” hissed Carl. “For making my brother think he had to suck yours.”

This time I did watch. Kevin ordered Dennis to get naked too, and when the boy resisted, Carl demanded it as well, justified by Dennis lying and scaring Kevin.

It was interesting, especially watching the expressions on each of their faces. Kevin, of course, was enjoying it very much, while Dennis looked like he might vomit at any second. He didn’t, not even after swallowing whatever amount Kevin had shot into his mouth.

Then we got to work. A fresh day made a big difference, and I progressed very quickly. But I was unused to the constant drain of my magical energy, and by noon I knew I couldn’t go much further. We were still doing the spells I’d done correctly last Sunday, and I could tell I was getting better at them. The way Carl taught made them take less energy than I’d been using.

“I think I need a break,” I said. “Can we continue tomorrow?”

“No, I’m tied up with other things the next couple of days. And Kevin and I need to get homework from muggle school done. Let’s try one more. Haste. You nearly had it at the exam. Let’s see you cast it now.”

“That’s a hard spell,” Dennis said. “I’ll bet you a blowjob you can’t do it today.”

“I’m nearly fourteen,” I said to him. “You almost threw up doing Kevin. Are you sure you want to risk having to suck me?”

“I know it is a very hard spell. And Slow is even harder. Your attention is starting to drift as you get low on magic. I’m a gambling man. Yeah, if you can do it one time today, I’ll suck you. But if not, you’ll be making up for the bet I lost to Kevin.”

I looked at Carl. He shrugged his shoulders.

“He’s not being a bully; I think the bet is sincere. And you did almost do it during your exam. Take it slow, think it through. Then after school on Friday, we’ll get back to working on it and Slow, and have Saturday to just work through a few kinks.”

“Hey, can I get in on this bet?” Kevin asked.

His brother and I both said ‘no’ at the same time. Then I began preparing to cast one of the hardest spells needed to pass Warlock 3. I expected that Dennis would try and distract me, but he sat there watching and didn’t move around or talk or do anything else that would cause me to fail.

When I was sure I was ready, I said, “Here goes,” and began the movements and sounds needed to create the spell. I knew I was getting close, but Dennis the Menace was right, my concentration was poor. I began thinking about how horrible it would be to suck his dick. Ultimately, I released the energy and nothing happened. I had failed.

“You win,” I said to him. He smiled, but he didn’t gloat. He quickly lowered his clothing and I got started. It wasn’t as bad as the other blowjobs I’d been forced to give. I remembered being forced to give one to my best friend, Clyde, and his brother Tom, while my sister, hidden by invisibility, watched. And I’d had to suck Nicolas twice. Dennis didn’t seem so bad after that.

His dick was plump, thicker than Tom’s had been, but short. He had a few thin hairs just starting to come in around his dick, so I mentally prepared myself for the potential that he might shoot.

And he did. Not much, and it had very little taste, but he did manage to cum. He was happy. And surprisingly enough, I wasn’t angry. I’d accepted a bet, and very nearly won. And I was sure that no magic or tricks had been played to make me fail.

I went home, followed part way by Dennis, who actually apologized for the bet. “I lost to Kevin, and I really wanted one. I could see how tired you were, and it looked like a safe bet for me. I was kind of worried, and surprised, when you accepted it. Thanks, and don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

He split off for his house, and I continued on to mine. The next couple of days I worked on muggle school stuff, but still spent time practicing the easier spells I’d need to demonstrate on Sunday. The more I did them, the more natural each of them seemed to be. I worked some on Haste, and actually did it twice, but it wore me out more than it should have, so I knew I was wasting some movements and magical energy. I was confident that Carl would see the errors and correct them.

Things were going fine, and I made sure to not deplete my store of magic so that I would be at my best on Friday. That day our school had a field trip to the city to go to the Museum of Natural History, specifically, the newest exhibit on early humans.

Shortly after arriving, I went to the men’s room to pee, along with several other boys. There was a limited number of urinals, so I went to a stall. While standing there shaking the last drops off, I smelled magic. I’d been teleported to a dimly lit room.

As my eyes adjusted from the brightly lit washroom to where I was, I found that I was inside a display. I was naked, and magically held in place. I nearly panicked as I realized that all of me was facing the glassed front.

With me were what I assume were wax figures. There were two adults and two children and now me. The adults, a man and woman, were wearing loin cloths. The children, a boy a bit younger than me and a girl about my age, were naked.

Suddenly, the lights came on, and I could see my class approaching the display. I could hear them too, and it only took minutes before Brenda Grouse noticed me.

“Hey, isn’t that Reid Gilmore?” she asked, pointing right at me.

“Naw, I heard that as some kind of punishment he had to pose for this.” I knew the voice very well. Gabrielle Wilson. Next to her was Nicolas Rosell.

“They use a 3d scanner and then a 3D printer to make the people,” he said. That is why they look so real. For all it matters, that is an identical likeness of Gilmore. It looks like his tiny dick was beginning to get hard as they used the machine to scan his body.”

That got everyone’s attention, and many of the students, especially the girls, used their phones to take pictures. I thought it odd that none of them turned to see if I was with them. It was clearly done with magic so that not a single person noticed I wasn’t with the tour group. But then I looked closer, and saw that one person noticed. Carl Jefferson. When nobody was looking at him, he stepped back to the back of the group and didn’t stare.

I noticed the person who was leading the tour trying to get the attention of the students. Mary Henderson. And then I knew. She had just become a qualified examiner for level advancement at the magic school. She was about 19 or 20, rather young for that position, so she must have an advanced knowledge of magic.

I didn’t know why she was taking such a huge risk. Other mages had to recognize her too. And if I could prove that she did this to me, she’d lose her job and maybe all of her magical power. Which meant that she already had a plan in place to protect her.

I wasn’t released as my class moved on. In fact, I spent the next four hours standing naked in the display area as dozens of kids from other schools stood looking at me. I didn’t know any of them, and they didn’t know me, but it sure seemed like all of the kids spent the majority of their time staring at me.

Finally, the last group was done and I heard an announcement for all students to head to the buses. Mary Henderson entered the exhibit I was part of and smiled as she looked me up and down.

“You’ve satisfied Gabrielle Wilson and her boyfriend, Nicolas, now. They will not bother you in the future. If they dare to pick on you, let me know. You now only have to please one last person.”

“Ezra Wilson,” I muttered.

“Her? No, not as far as I’m concerned. The person you have to please is actually a muggle. Elise Bernard.”

My stomach dropped. The oldest of the three Bernard kids. The group that got me started on this horrible journey.

“What does she want? I need some practice time to be ready for the exam on Sunday.”

“She will tell you when she finds you naked in the woods where she was first searching for you,” Mary laughed. “It shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. I will be monitoring to make sure she sticks to what she agreed to. Don’t worry, she won’t see me unless she screws up. It can be done today before supper. Do you accept, or do you want to risk that I will find a sufficient flaw to ensure you fail your exam on Sunday?”

I had no choice; the stakes were too high. As soon as I agreed, Mary teleported the two of us to the woods. She produced two plastic bands and secured my right wrist to a tree limb. The plastic was long enough that I could reach my right hand to my waist, but no further.

“I know you’ve already figured out that everybody in your school now believes that you never got on the bus. Those who have a role to play will have an interest in coming here as soon as the buses drop them off at school.”

Mary then produced a knife and stuck it in a tree three feet away. There was no way I could get to it and free myself.

“I’ll be close by. What Elise wants won’t take long. And somebody will be along to cut you free once she is done.”

“What about my clothes?” I dared ask.

“You can go home naked, or find some way on your own to get clothing. Or, use magic, but of course, that will mean failing your exam on Sunday.” With that, she left, ignoring the next two questions I shouted at her.

I thought about using magic. I was very sure I could escape the plastic band around my wrist. But of course, if I did, I would be sure to fail the exam on Sunday. The punishment for that would mean being Nicolas’ slave for a weekend, which would totally suck, followed by being Ezra’s slave the next weekend. And I had a feeling that one of the things either or both of them would order me to do would be whatever it is that Elise wants.

It wasn’t long before they arrived. They didn’t know exactly where I was, but soon would.

“Reid Gilmore, we know you’re there,” Luis Bernard shouted. “Give up now and we won’t hurt you.”

“But I will see if Luis is right and that you are just a little boy,” Elise added.

This was the exact words that had started me down this horrible path. To escape them before, I violated a rule and used magic to teleport me away from them. But I screwed up the spell and ended up naked anyway.

Not this time. Even though I now knew I could teleport successfully, it wasn’t the way this would end. I had to endure whatever Elise had in mind.

“Here,” I shouted back.

Three minutes later, they arrived, laughing as they found me. Elise Bernard and three girls from my grade, Jan Wiseman, Becky Wilder, and Mia Breen.

“We saw you in the exhibit at the museum today,” Mia began. “Now we know why you decided not to come.”

“But while that Reid was a wax version of you, seeing you in the flesh and close up is a lot more fun,” Jan added.

“We owe Elise’s brothers a big favor for leaving you here like this for us to find,” Becky said. But before she could continue, Elise cut her off.

“My brothers were with us at the museum. They didn’t have time to do this. So, who did tie you up? It couldn’t have been Nicolas, but he knew and told us where to come.”

I should have been ready for this question, but I hadn’t thought it through. I said the first thing that came to mind.

“He was from outside our town, I don’t know who he was.”

“Was he going to come back later and free you?”

“No,” I offered, still trying to come up with a back story.

“Good, then we’ll let some of our friends get a reward after we’re done,” Elise said with a wide smile crossing her face. “People who will owe us. That’s always fun. And where are your clothes?”

“I don’t know. The boy took them. He may have dropped them somewhere.”

“Then we’ll have to find a way to replace them. But first, our first request. Get it hard, and play with it.” She pointed to my dick, which to my surprise was only slightly erect.

With my right hand bound to the tree limb, I had to do it with my left. It was awkward, clumsy, and it took a few minutes to actually get it fully erect. Jacking off was also harder to do as I’d never used my left hand to make me shoot. But after several minutes, I managed.

I looked up. All four girls were still staring intently at my dick. Then Elise gave another order.

“Do it again, once for each of us. We don’t care how long it takes.”

Four times! This was going to take forever, and I still needed to find Carl Jefferson and start practicing.

Suddenly, I was filled with euphoria. I was relaxed and horny. And I smelled magic, and knew then that Mary was somewhere nearby. Watching.

With the help of Mary’s magic, I was about to get the next two done fairly quickly. I was about to start on the last one when Mia Breen told me to pause for a minute. She pulled out a short, plastic ruler, and gripped my dick. I almost shot from the feeling of her touch coupled with whatever spell Mary had cast on me.

“Four and a half,” Mia said. “He’s bigger than Andy.”

I had heard that Mia was hanging with a boy our age, Andy West. Somehow, she’d managed to measure him apparently.

“Okay, get the last one done and then we’ll try and help you to get home,” Elise ordered.

The spell that Mary had cast was still very much active, and it didn’t take more than two minutes for me to have my fourth orgasm in as little as twenty minutes. A record, especially since I was doing it left-handed.

The feeling stayed with me as Elise produced the next part of my torture. A hair trimmer like used in the barber shop to cut the short hairs on the back of my neck. And I had a pretty good idea of where they were going to use it. My left hand covered my dick.

“Keep your hand behind your back if you want our help to cut you free,” Elise ordered.

Once I moved my hand, she handed the trimmer to Becky. After making a few passes around my dick, she handed it off. Jan had her turn, and seemed to totally enjoy being able to hold my dick out of the way while she worked on removing my pubes. They then changed the cutter head and gave the trimmer to Mia. This head cut the hair all the was down to the skin.

“He looks so much like a little boy now,” Mia laughed as she finished. They touched up a couple of spots that still had a short hair or two, and then carefully got the two or three I had growing on my sack.

“We’re going to send a couple of boys here. I recommend you offer them each a blowjob if they will cut you free once you are done. However, feel free to make demands if you dare.” Elsie pulled out a phone and made a call.

“We’re done. He’s ready for you. Don’t delay, we promised we’d be done by 3.”

This was clearly a total setup from start to end. All I had to do to get free was suck a boy. Or boys, I guessed after thinking about it for a few seconds.

The girls left, and in less then ten minutes, three boys, all my age, showed up. Andy West, who Mia had said had a smaller dick than mine. George Brown, who I had seen holding hands with Becky. And Trevor Smith, who I guessed was now Jan’s bestie.

They all smiled seeing me. I went ahead and made my offer. “I’ll suck each of you once if you release me.”

“Wait, did they measure you?” George asked. I nodded. “How big is yours?”

I told him.

“Then I remain the biggest,” he laughed. “I want two.”

The others didn’t say anything and I needed to get this over with, so I agreed to his terms.

“I’ll go first,” George said. “And last.” He blushed as he lowered his shorts and boxers. One glance at his dick and I didn’t doubt he was bigger. He had more hair than I had before the girls removed it. I could get down on my knees with my right hand just a little way above my head.

As soon as I took his dick into my mouth, I again smelled magic and wondered if Mary had done something to make this go quickly. Whether that was it or not, it only took a few minutes before he fired off five bursts of thick and salty cum.

Andy was next. He also looked embarrassed to strip in front of me and his friends, but managed it after a few seconds. He was already hard, and other than that, nondescript. Very little hair, and a thin dick apparently slightly shorter than mine. Just before I got started, I couldn’t help but notice that Trevor had stepped forward to get a good look at Andy’s dick. Two minutes later, Andy shot a few watery and tasteless shots and was done.

Trevor stripped his lower clothing off immediately, and showed he was also ready. No difference between him and Andy except perhaps a bit more hair. But his cum was dry, and I would have missed it and given him two if he hadn’t pulled back and actually thanked me.

Then George again. For a second blowjob in as little as ten minutes, it surprised me that I made him cum again quite quickly. But then I remembered the magic I had smelled and wondered again if Mary had used magic to get this done on time.

As soon as they were all dressed again, George used the knife that had been stuck in the tree to cut the plastic band binding my wrist. Then the boys ran off laughing.

I was now naked away from home once again. I didn’t dare use magic. To do so now after all I’d just gone through would be stupid. Walking or running home didn’t seem like a good idea. While I pondered other choices, Nicolas, Gabrielle, and Ezra showed up. It couldn’t have just been their lucky day; they had to know exactly where to find me.

“Looks like you need some help,” Nicolas began as he smiled. “I sent a message to your new trainer and told him your problem. But there will be a cost if he comes to help. He, and his brother, will both have to strip naked, allowing Gabrielle and Ezra to see and touch them for ten minutes. If they don’t agree, you’re on your own. Nobody else is coming.”

I had no words. It was cruel to put them into that position. And I didn’t know enough about Carl to know if he would degrade himself that much to help me. But I was sure he wouldn’t make his younger brother suffer the same humiliation.

Before I had a chance to dwell on it, they showed up. Carl had clothing, and with just a glance at Nicholas, he headed for me.

“There is a price that must be paid before he can accept the clothing,” Nicolas said, stopping Carl in his tracks. “You and your brother need to get as naked as him first and allow the girls to see and touch you. Ten minutes, then we leave. Either that or you may as well take the clothes and go back home because Reid won’t be allowed to use them.”

Much to my surprise, Carl turned to Kevin. “I told you something like this would happen. Can you do it?”

“For you and Reid, yeah, as long as that’s all there is to the deal,” Kevin responded.

“That’s the whole deal. Totally naked, touching, not painful, is allowed, for ten minutes. Then we leave.”

Carl looked at me. “Can we trust him?”

Normally, I would have said ‘hell no,’ but this was a special occasion. “I think there are rules that he has to follow, so I’m pretty sure you can. But there is no way I can be positive.”

“Do it,” Carl said to his brother. “The way I told you.”

Somehow, I was sure that some sort of magic was involved in what Carl said, but I couldn’t smell it. They both closed their eyes for several seconds and then opened them and stripped quickly. They both blushed as they stood there in front of the two girls.

Ezra rushed to the younger boy and immediately started pulling on his dick with one hand while the other went to his butt. I couldn’t see what was happening behind him, but he cried out and bent slightly at the waist.

I turned away, but Nicolas told me to watch.

Gabrielle was doing much the same to Carl as her sister was with Kevin. Only from where he stood, I could see that she was slipping, or forcing, a finger into his butt. Suddenly, a totally new feeling came over me. Magic swelled up with me. More than I had ever felt before. Without a thought at all, I directed it at Gabrielle. Just the moment before I was about to release it, the world went totally dark. I could only see me and Mary Henderson.

“Release it at an object, not people,” she demanded. The field of darkness expanded until I could see a few trees and the ground.

I saw a rather large rock, maybe a foot or more in diameter. I released the magic. The rock exploded into a thousand pieces. Shards flew out in all directions, and Mary acted quick enough to keep all of us from being hit by any.

“Arch Magus Frost long suspected that you were special. That you had something different inside you. Now we know. Your exam on Sunday will be a sham. Train with Carl, you still need to at least know the spells. But after that, you will start training with me.”

As I sucked in air feeling like I’d just run a 1-minute mile, the world returned. Only Gabrielle and Ezra’s left hands, the one that had been on the back of my new friends, were now wrapped around their waist. No more fingers in the hole in the back. They jacked off the two boys and announced that they were done.

With an odd look at me, Nicolas and the two girls left. Carl, Kevin, and I dressed without speaking. I was worried they were pissed at me. But as we headed for home, Carl asked me what had happened.

“She was finger-fucking me, then there was a burst of magic that came from your direction, then another from the side, and then it was gone. What did you do?”

I didn’t know if I could tell him. I hardly understood it myself. “I told you there were rules. I think the girls violated them and someone very powerful was here and put an end to it. I don’t know who, but it was someone much more powerful than Nicolas. All I know is that we have very little time and I have to master the last two spells.”

“I saw you at the museum,” Carl said. “Everyone else saw a wax figure of you. But I suspected magic and was able to see through it. The others, even Kevin, thought you missed the trip. But I knew better. Who did it? Nicolas?”

“I don’t know your abilities, but I’m quite sure that he couldn’t come close to pulling that off. And even if you could, it wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. Not downtown. The magic use would have attracted the mage police.”

“Yeah, the same thought occurred to me. So, you don’t know who did it?”

I decided not to lie. He already was sure I knew. “I do know, but I don’t dare tell you. At least not yet. Maybe after I finish the exam.”

“Wait, that was really you standing there naked with all the girls in school taking pictures of you?” Kevin asked. “But you weren’t on the bus. I thought Carl was teasing me when he told me.”

“It was me, but not by choice. I was magically held. It even kept my dick from getting hard. Yet I could breathe and move my eyes. Some very powerful magic was used, yet no mage police showed up. That’s all I’ll say for now. I really need to pass the exam on Sunday. If I fail, it will be horrible.”

“It sounds like something Arch Magus Frost should know about,” Kevin offered.

“It might be okay if your brother said something to him, but I think it would be a problem if you did,” I warned. “Besides, how can he not already know? Only a couple of kids from school knew it beforehand. I don’t think your brother was supposed to see through the magic.” I turned back to Carl. “Do you know how you did it?”

“No,” he answered softly. “I didn’t do anything. I knew you’d been on the bus, but somewhere in my brain I knew that you were being punished. When I saw you in the exhibit, I was sure that the Arch Magus Frost was involved.” He looked at his brother. “And for that reason, neither of us is going to say anything to him. I don’t know if the spell missed me, or if I was supposed to not be affected by it. Either way, let it go. I’m quite sure that you don’t want to find out firsthand how he felt being seen naked by every kid from 5 or 6 schools around. Got it?”

“Yeah,” Kevin muttered, his face bright red with the thought of him being punished the same way I had been.

We got to work. After casting the spell that shattered a large rock into a billion little pieces, I should have been drained. But I wasn’t. In fact, I felt full of magic. We trained for several hours before having to quit and go home for dinner.

On Saturday, we practiced each of the spells I would have to demonstrate several times. Carl was especially good at seeing inefficiency in my methods and correcting it, which helped to conserve the energy it took.

As we worked, I watched as Kevin tried every spell. He was nearly able to accomplish two of them, but his ability to store magic was smaller than mine, and he quickly depleted it. I wondered what limited it. Was it age? Body size? Or something else? I had no idea. But as I pondered the question, I suddenly realized that I had a previously unknown storage well. It was nearly completely depleted. Blowing up the rock had done that. I started staring at Kevin, trying to see if he had more magic than he knew how to control and therefore thought he was empty.

“Don’t say anything to either of them,” Mary said from right next to me. I jumped, almost crashing into Carl, who had been looking oddly at me. But he and Kevin were both frozen.

“Your thinking is almost correct. We can discuss it further when we start training. You’ve mastered all the spells, so call it a day and tomorrow you’ll advance without problems.”

And just as quickly as she had appeared, she was gone.

“Why are you staring at Kevin like that,” Carl asked me.

“He knows all the spells we’ve been working on. I saw a few minor mistakes, but he just doesn’t have enough magic in him to cast them.”

Carl looked at his brother. “You should be working on the spells you need to advance to Conjuror. Then you’ll have a greater grasp of the power it takes to cast bigger spells.”

I wanted to ask if Carl knew more than me about what limits or magical power, but after Mary’s warning, I didn’t ask. Instead, I thanked him. “I think I can easily do each one now. I could practice further, but I want to make sure I’m fresh tomorrow.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. You’ve got them all down pat, all I’m doing is some very fine tuning.”

We parted even though it was early. Once back at home, I resisted my impulse to practice more. Instead, I spent some time with my best friend. It was actually a relief to be spending time with people who knew nothing about magic. I was thankful that Clyde didn’t mention the two blowjobs I’d given him.

We shot baskets for an hour before going inside to play video games. Tom, his brother, came in at some point. When we finished a game, he offered to play against me. “Loser gives a blowjob.”

“Don’t, he’s better than me,” Clyde warned.

“Okay, if you can beat me, I have to give you two and my brother one,” Tom offered.

Having sucked him twice already, I didn’t need to take the chance and told him I’d play, but not for a bet. He smiled, but agreed, and proceeded to kick my ass. I was glad Clyde had warned me.

Dinner time was quiet. My parents and sister knew I had an exam tomorrow, but none of them mentioned it. I watched TV until I was bored, and went to bed early.

I was nervous as I entered the training floor. Mary Henderson frowned at me. “You’d better be at the top of your game for daring to come back to be retested a week after failing the exam.”

Was she playing a part, or had I misunderstood her earlier when she said this exam would be easy? I got to work and breezed through the first 5 of the seven spells needed for me to advance to Warlock 2. I paused as I got to the Haste spell. It was the one I had failed last week. I gathered my thoughts and began.

“Stop,” Mary said softly, but the order was clear.

“Do not draw on your inner storage of power or things will get out of control. Just cast it the way Carl taught you.”

I hadn’t even realized that I had been about to draw on the huge storage pond of magic that I’d used to blow up the rock. I took two deep breaths and focused my attention. I managed it perfectly. That only left one spell. Slow. I never got to it last week.

Again, I focused my mind and began to mentally reviewed the steps needed to accomplish it.

“Cast it now, or I will fail you,” Mary said. “You have one second.”

I stopped picturing it and began the movements while mouthing the audio components without actually saying them out loud. Carl had taught me that trick, and it save a lot of magical energy.

I completed the spell, and my body returned from a hasted condition to a normal one.

The Arch Magus frowned as I approached. It was the look he always wore.

“Congratulations Wizard Gilmore,” he began.

“Excuse me, Arch Magus, but I tested at …”

“Do not think to contradict me,” he said, the golden paddle appearing next to his right hand. “You are now a Wizard. The spells will be taught in the next few days by your new trainer. She will also train you on what you need to know to graduate 8^th grade, as you won’t be attending Muggle school for now. You will spend all day, 6 days a week, with Mary. And I sincerely hope you will not disappoint her. Or me.”

I started to say something, but he hissed, “Dismissed,” and turned to the next mage whose exam for Conjuror was just beginning. I turned to look and saw it was Kevin Jefferson. I saw Carl standing to the side, watching his brother, and joined him.

“You did excellent, especially on the Slow spell,” he said without taking his eyes off of Kevin.

“Thanks to you. I feel like I owe you,” I stated honestly. “I never would have gotten this far with any other teacher.”

He glanced at me for a second before turning his attention back to his brother’s exam. I couldn’t read the expression. Was he pissed? Confused? Or considering how good a blowjob might feel?

“It was actually fun, and you worked at it. But if you feel you owe me, you could pay me…”

“I have about two dollars to my name. Not enough to make up for all the time you spent training me.”

“There is something different about you, I can sense it. Something big. And I have to admit, a bit scary. I don’t know what it is, but I heard what Arch Magus Frost called you. Wizard. You were promoted without even testing at that level. I’ve never heard of such a thing. Working with you was fun. But I think you’ve progressed beyond what I can teach. And you can tell Mary that I saw you destroy that rock. She should know. There are things about me that I don’t think she or the Arch Magus have realized. If you feel you owe me, then tell her I knew. I knew it was you in the exhibit. And I knew you used a spell I’ve never even heard of to blow a rock into smithereens. I am quite sure I was not supposed to know either of those.”

His attention was fully on his brother, and when Kevin completed the last spell of his exam, he ran out to the floor to congratulate him.

Mary was not on the floor. Knowing she was part of the exam team, that was a bit strange. But if she worked here, then she must have an office. It took me several minutes to find it. I was about to knock when from behind the closed door she said, “Enter, Wizard Gilmore.”

I opened the door and entered. “I thought you take some time to gloat, but if you’re ready to begin your specialized training, that’s fine.”

“There is something you should know. Or at least something that Carl Jefferson thought you should know.”

She stopped me by raising her hand. “Close the door.”

I turned and closed it. “Do not underestimate me or Frost,” she began. “We know all about you and him. He is nearly ready. You were not. We had to push you to get you to the point where I could begin your training. Sorry for all you had to endure, but it was necessary. Let’s begin.”

That was five years ago. I now am officially an advancement judge. I’m still a month shy of turning 19, making me the youngest such person to hold that position in many years. I advanced beyond what Mary Henderson could teach me, and an Arch Magus from somewhere far away works with me now. He also works with Carl, who, like me, is now a Lord Magus. Kevin Jefferson, now 17 years old, is now a Wizard. He did not have the thing that made his brother ‘special,’ but he knows more about me and his brother than any other recent graduate of our mage schooling, and we manage to spend a lot of time together.

I can’t say what we know, or what our purpose is, other than keeping the mage and normal worlds apart. And training still continues. I’ll be testing High Magus in a few weeks. Carl is about a month or two behind me.

Carl’s job is clear, and it matches his ability very well. Mages like he and I are rare, and it is his job to identify those young mages who may have special abilities. Once he finds one, he has to figure out how to best release it so the boy or girl can start down a new path. He’s currently training a girl of 13 who reverse time. Only a portion of a second now, but there is hope she might someday be able to reverse it by as much as a minute. Beyond that, I can’t say any more.

The End

Author’s note: I frequently get asked to continue a story. I rarely do. But if someone wants to write their own from the world I have created, I say go for it. All I ask is that you mention this story as the basis for what you write.