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.
Comments may be sent to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the
underscores (between pietar, the, and fearless) are part of the name
and must be included.
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.
I recently wrote a story published here titled “Rick’s Genes”. It
drew more comments than most of what I write. Oddly, no commenters
questioned the mistake in the title. Rick’s Genes was the original
title and the main character was named Rick. But somewhere in the
writing, reviewing, and editing phases, the main character’s name was
changed to Reid. Yet neither me nor the person who helped find errors
in it caught that the title also needed to be changed. A couple of the
commenters asked for a sequel. I rarely write sequels, but I also
rarely get multiple comments requesting one for a single story. So here
goes. And because of the mistake in the original story, I could have
chosen “Reid’s Genes” as the title for this one. However, I think I
have a better title.
The original story ended like this:
***
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 8th 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 reverses 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.
***
If you read the
above, you know that five years passed. However, this story begins
shortly after Reid Gilmore’s advancement to Wizard, back when he was
still just short of turning fourteen and Carl had just gained that age
a month before. If you haven’t read that story, you’ll be confused with
some of what takes place in this story, as Rick’s Genes was very long
and I don’t want to repeat much of the descriptions about magic, genes,
and events.
The Adventures of Reid and Kevin
The past
few weeks had been brutal. Even though I had found that I had a vast
pool of magic to draw on, Mary Henderson mostly wouldn’t let me use it.
The only time I could was to learn how to control it. I’d almost cast a
spell that might have killed someone. No, not might. It very likely
would have. Instead, it was released on a rock. There was nothing left
of the rock after my spell hit it except sand.
I didn’t get to
see hardly anybody. I didn’t go to muggle school anymore, so in the
evening, after I’d exhausted myself learning new spells, we worked on
what I would have learned in normal school. When I got home, I ate a
warmed-up dinner, took a shower, and went to bed. Each day was the same
except for Sundays. While all the other mages were in magic school, I
was free.
I had to lie to my friends, saying I was being
home-schooled because of the constant bullying I’d endured. My best
muggle friend, Clyde Smith, was sympathetic. He offered to tell my
parents that he and his friends would protect me, but I told him my
parents wouldn’t consider sending me back to 8th grade. So, I spent as much time with Clyde and his brother Tom as I could that one day a week.
Finally, whatever purpose the fanatical training was supposed to
accomplish was over. I truly was a Wizard now, and I was in much better
control of not only my spells, but my mind was clear and bright. I had
to go to muggle school to take final exams along with the other kids. I
scored high on all of them. I was now officially done with 8th grade and could look forward to going to high school in the fall.
But that didn’t mean I had the summer off. I couldn’t even enjoy a day off to celebrate my 14th
birthday, which had actually occurred two weeks ago. I’d had a private
party, just family, on the actual day, but a party with my friends was
put on hold until summer.
“There was a report of something
strange,” Magus Mary said to me. She’d called Carl Jefferson into the
meeting as well. He also was now a Wizard. Only he’d had to actually be
tested and pass the advancement exam, something that hadn’t been
necessary for me.
“A young muggle,” she had to look at the
paper on her desk. “Named Jason Ward. He’s thirteen. He met a boy he
described as “very strange, with almost no hair, and what he had was
kind of a grey color.” He teased the boy, and swears the boy used magic
on him, as he suddenly ended up naked. Worse happened to him then, but
at least it was just due to other muggles.
“How does this involve us?” I asked. “If the strange kid is a mage, Arch Magus Frost should be all over it.”
“He’s been very busy,” Mary said.
It was obvious to me that she was not a good liar, but challenging her
wouldn’t do any good. She had her job, and I now had mine. At least I’d
be working with Carl. He and I had become very good friends when he was
training me, and we had months of catching up to do.
“Well, I guess the best place to start is to meet the mage and hear his side of it. Who is it, and what level is he?”
“The records have been checked, and there is no mage at all who fits that description,” Mary explained.
Again, it didn’t sound like a complete answer to my question. This
time, I had to push. “You are being deliberately evasive. Why?”
She looked up from the papers on her desk. She thought for a few
seconds, choosing her words carefully. “It isn’t the first time that a
muggle told police of a strange boy who used magic. And the first
description was the same as the second. When it was investigated by the
Arch Magus, he found traces of magic. But nothing he could identify. It
was strange. But now that it has happened twice, we need to stop it. As
you both know, muggles are not to know that magic really exists. And
the first event occurred on a Sunday, when every mage was supposed to
be here. Records were checked, and only you were missing. And yes, we
checked. You were accounted for at the time this occurred.”
I swallowed, knowing I had been investigated for the crime of using magic on a muggle.
“It isn’t that we didn’t trust you, but we had to check,” she said after looking at me closely.
“Anyway, the first victim was a girl. Her family got frustrated with
the police, who had no idea what really happened, and the family has
moved away.”
She handed me a paper. “That is a picture of
Jason Ward. He lives at 133 Mayberry Street. Go talk to him. Find out
for yourselves what he says happened, and then work from there. Find
out what is going on, and solve it before it happens again. We can’t
have magic being cast on muggles.”
I held the picture up so
that Carl could see it too. It showed a young boy with black hair and
thick black eyebrows. The eyebrows made him look older than his body
appeared. We both knew him. He was just a year or so younger than us.
“We’re on it,” Carl said, rising from the chair next to me.
I still had a million questions, but decided to follow Carl. He always was wiser about some stuff than I was.
“She lied. Repeatedly,” he said as soon as we were outside the magic school and office complex.
“I know. But why?”
“I have no idea,” Carl began. “But something has Arch Magus Frost
confused and concerned. I recommend that we be cautious and alert. But
that doesn’t mean you should explode anyone who threatens us.”
He turned to me and smiled to let me know he was teasing me. Yeah, I’d
almost done that. But I hadn’t. Still, somehow, he knew. And he knew
about other really powerful magic that he shouldn’t have known existed.
It was why he was also selected for advanced training.
“I know
very little about him beyond his name and that he’s a grade behind us
in muggle school. How about you?” I asked. Two older boys showing up at
his door and asking about what happened would make him very suspicious
about us.”
“Me neither. I could ask Kevin; my brother is in the same grade as him.”
It was a thought. But I had a hunch that time was an important factor
here. I wished I thought about asking how far apart the two events were
in time. I discussed it with Carl, and he agreed, we should go there
and watch to see if he was outside and alone first and make decisions
once we knew that much.
He was outside, but far from alone. We
knew them all, fellow mages. And bullies as well. Nicolas Rosell, his
girlfriend, Gabrelle Wilson, her sister, Ezra. And two boys who didn’t
normally hang out with them, Travis and Wyatt Tilton. Nicolas was our
age, Gabrelle a year younger. Ezra was 12, and Travis and Wyatt were 13
and 12.
They were circled around Jason. A shirt, presumably
Jason’s, was on the ground behind Gabrelle. And Jason’s shorts were
around his ankles. He looked absolutely terrified. I knew the feeling
very well. They were near the top of the worst bullies in mage school.
Travis and Wyatt might be just 13 and 12, but they were tough. There
was no doubt in my mind that Jason Ward was being forced to strip naked
in his own backyard.
I felt magic surge within me.
Fortunately, most of the training I’d had in the previous 6 weeks had
been to learn to control that. Using magic here would be dangerous,
there were muggle houses all around.
“Look who’s come to play,” Gabrelle said as she spotted me and Carl. “The scaredy cat and the king of the nerds.”
That caused the others to turn and look. Jason almost escaped them, but
he apparently forgot his shorts were around his ankles and with the
first step he tried to take, he ended up face down between the five
bullies.
“Reid Gilmore,” Gabrelle said with a smile. “The boy
who likes to run naked through the woods. But who doesn’t want anyone
to see him doing it. It isn’t very wooded here, but unless you strip,
we’ll hurt the kid.” She put her foot down on Jason’s rump as he tried
to rise.
“I think my girlfriend wants to see the two of you
naked,” Nicolas said with a laugh. “A lot more than she wants to see
this little boy’s dick. If the two of you strip now, completely naked,
we’ll consider letting this crybaby go. If not, remember, you had a
chance to save him and were too scared to take it.”
I noticed
that several other kids of both genders and assorted ages were hanging
around in the back, watching. Maybe they were friends of Jason. Maybe
just neighbors. But they’d all gathered to see him stripped naked. And
now, they were looking at me and Carl.
“No magic,” Carl whispered to me without taking his eyes off of Albert.
“No maybes. Let the kid go now and we’ll strip,” he said to the four
bullies. “And, you leave him alone in the future. You don’t need to
pick on him.”
Nicolas smiled. He whispered something to
Gabrielle, who laughed. But she lifted her foot from Jason’s butt.
“Run, little fawn, run. But no more talk about magic. Just the truth,
you wanted to be caught naked. Go!” She kicked him in the side of his
thigh. “Leave your shorts here, you don’t need them.”
He
jumped up, and stepped out of his shorts, leaving him in nothing but
briefs. I could see he had a boner. He didn’t look around, but ran
straight towards his house. Only to find he’d made a mistake. From the
way he reached to his side, I realized that his house must be locked,
and the keys in his shorts. He hugged himself and dropped to the
ground. I guessed he was probably crying.
“Okay, we let him
go,” Elise said, looking right at me. “Now you two. No arguments, no
delaying. Strip now, or we’ll strip you and then finish him.” She
pointed to Jason.
The five of them were walking towards us.
They were spreading out in a half circle. We could run, and hope to
outrun them, but Nicolas’ words tugged at my heartstrings. They would
finish stripping the boy. And maybe more. I had felt the kid’s pain and
fear. I looked to Carl.
“We didn’t plan this very well, did we,” he said as he pulled his shirt over his head.
That settled that. We weren’t running. I also began removing my clothes.
Travis and Wyatt gathered up our clothes as we removed them. They also had Jason’s shirt and shorts.
“Hands up,” Gabrelle ordered once the two of us were naked. “Don’t
lower them until we are out of sight. If I turn and see you’ve lowered
them, we’ll burn these. If you keep them up and stand right where you
are, we’ll take these to your sister and tell her where we found them.”
With that, the five bullies headed in the right direction. Oddly, I did
trust Gabrelle. She’d gotten to see both me and Carl naked and erect.
That made her happy. She’d seen me before, but as far as I knew it was
the first time she’d seen Carl. And she knew that my sister would not
come alone. And would be likely to make us wait for a while before
showing up.
Carl and I stood there with our hands in the air,
watching as the bullies took their sweet time walking away. The further
they got from us, the braver the kids who’d been hiding behind other
houses came. By the time we could lower our arms and move; a score of
kids was teasing us about our boners.
We pushed through them,
allowing them to ‘accidently’ touch us as we passed, and headed for the
back. Then we joined Jason Ward on the back porch of his house. He was
mortified now that all of his neighbors were seeing him dressed only in
white briefs. He was on his stomach, hiding what I was sure was a boner
from them.
“When his parents get home and he gives the name of
each of you, what are you going to say when his parents call your
parents?” Carl asked.
It worked. Suddenly, the crowd thinned.
A few kids hung back for a minute or so before they also left. Now it
was just the three of us.
I was wrong about my sister. She
didn’t delay. Maybe she was just interested in seeing Carl naked, or
maybe she feared that a slow response would cause Arch Magus Frost to
leave her naked again. At any rate, she arrived quickly. But of course,
she didn’t come alone.
Her best mage friend was with her,
Cindy Cormish. At least they had our clothes. They held them as ransom.
Both of them were the same age as Jason Ward, and they refused to give
any of us our clothing unless he stood and let them see him. Naked of
course.
He didn’t keep us waiting. He pushed the briefs down
and stepped out of them. Chloe and Cindy stared at him for a full
minute before laughing. They had seen me naked before, but this was a
first for Carl. They spent another few minutes making fun at the two of
us before dropping the pile of clothes and running off.
“I heard about you getting caught in the woods. Do you really like running around naked?” Jason asked.
“No. That was a lie I had to tell in order to get my clothes back.” It
wasn’t the total truth, but mostly an honest answer. “Nicolas and his
girlfriend made me strip naked too. They threatened to make me go home
that way.”
“Yeah, I kind of thought it was something like
that. But a lot of other kids believe it. I know some girls that go
there were hoping to see you.” Jason had his key in his hand, but
rather than unlocking the door, he turned to face me and Carl.
“I know your brother,” he said to Carl. “He doesn’t pick on me like
some other kids do. He’s even tried to help me a few times.”
“That’s good to hear. I’d be very pissed at him if I heard he was picking on you or other kids.”
“Why did you two help me? You had to know that Rosell was going to make you do stuff.”
“We, uh, kind of believe in magic too,” I said. “I know it sounds
weird, but we do. And you claim to have witnessed it. We wanted to know
what you know.”
“We’re curious,” Carl added. “If you don’t
want to talk about it, we understand. And we would never tell Nicolas
Rosell anything you told us.”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled.
“There is something I need to take care of. Could you give me like 5
minutes or so? I promise I’ll come back out and talk to you, but I
really need to get it done.”
I looked down and could see he
still had an erection. And it made me realize I did too. I was pretty
sure I knew what he needed to get done.
“Yeah, we appreciate anything you can tell us. Take as long as you need, we’ll be right here.”
“Yeah. I’ll be back. I’m not sure I want to talk about magic though. We’ll see.” He hurried into the house.
“I need to do it too,” I said. Carl looked surprised.
“Out here?” he asked.
“I’ll turn invisible,” I stated. And I did.
“Just so you know, I can see invisible,” Carl laughed. “And I am going to watch.”
I laughed. But it did feel awkward. I closed my eyes, not wanting to be
looking at him while I played with my dick. One thing I did forget
though. When I started shooting my load, once it left my body, it
wasn’t invisible anymore.
I opened my eyes and saw that Carl
was gone. Then I used the spell to see invisible. He was right on the
edge of cumming, and as I watched, he fired off five rounds.
We both felt a little odd once we were done, but we pulled our pants up before Jason returned.
“Please, tell us about the magic you saw,” I began. “Carl and I both
believe in magic, but we’ve never seen anything except so-called
magicians doing magic tricks.”
Jason blushed and fidgeted, but didn’t say anything.
“Jason, we won’t laugh at you. We won’t tell others what you tell us.
We really do believe in it. We almost got to talk to a girl near here
who also saw what she thought was magic. But then her parents moved
away.”
“Angel Rodriguez,” Jason said. His eyes focused, and it
looked like he stood a bit straighter. “She lived just down the block
from here. She told me where it happened. And I was stupid enough to go
there myself. I’ll never go there again.”
“Why?” Carl asked. “What happened?”
Jason looked down, blushing again. “You promise you won’t laugh?” he asked.
“We promise. We are not here to make fun of you.”
He paused. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell if we were being
honest, or if he had to remember what he’d told the police. Maybe the
story was a lie, but he sure seemed scared.
“It was a strange
looking kid. He had weird clothes on, almost like leaves, but they were
clothes. He looked young, like maybe eight. When I stepped forward to
say hi to him, he, he…” Jason paused and didn’t continue.
“What did he do?” Carl asked. “Please tell us.”
“He raised his hand and pointed at me. I ended up like half a mile
away, totally naked. I was too afraid to go back and look for my
clothes. I went home naked, but I didn’t get very far before a lot of
kids saw me. They laughed, and held my arms so I couldn’t cover up.”
“I know exactly how that feels,” I said honestly.
“I know. You’re Reid Gilmore. I saw you naked once. About two months or
so ago.” Jason hung his head again, but continued. “I laughed at you.
I’m sorry.”
“You didn’t cause it, so don’t worry, I’m not
interested in doing anything to you. I guess I saw you get stripped
naked now by the same kids who did it to me, so we’re even.”
“Thanks,” he mumbled without raising his head. “I think I want to go inside now.”
“One last question, please,” Carl said. “Where did what happened to you and Angel Rodriguez take place?”
His head jerked up. “No. Don’t go there. You’ll end up naked again, and
it will be my fault. You might even blame me.” He stood.
“Please, we won’t blame you. But we want to investigate. Please tell us
where to go.” I did my best, but he continued to the door. We didn’t
dare grab him, that would only scare him worse.
He opened his back door and stepped inside. But just before he closed the door, he looked at us.
“Don’t go. Please. I don’t want it to be my fault.”
Perhaps because he had a brother the same age as Jason, Carl knew exactly what to say.
“Jason, it won’t be. You’ve warned us. You’ve pleaded with us to not
go. If you tell us and we go despite your warnings, then it’s on us,
not you. Please tell us.”
He pushed the door until it was
against the latch. Then through the crack, he gave us directions. As
soon as he was done, he pushed the door hard to close it all the way.
Then we heard him throw the latch.
Carl and I left his yard.
“A single teleport spell. That suggests a young mage, probably a
conjurer.” I knew all too well what happens if you don’t know how to do
it right. I’d ended up naked outside myself doing it wrong.
“Or, an experienced mage,” Carl countered. “One who knew only the kid
would be teleported, not the clothes. But I am confused about the way
Jason described the boy. Maybe someone was picking on him and he was
wrapped in leaves or something. Maybe he needed Jason’s clothes.”
“And the girl? Angel Rodriguez? Remember, she ended up naked too.”
“Yeah, I guess that does make it sound more unlikely. Maybe he just likes leaving kids naked.”
It gave me an idea. “Maybe we should start out that way. Strip before
we get close and hide our clothes. That way, we won’t have to go home
naked or call on someone to help us.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Carl lamented. “Maybe we keep our boxers on. We can afford to lose those if things go wrong.”
It dawned on me that he had very little experience being seen naked by anyone. I immediately gave in to his request.
It was a part of the woods that I’d never been in, and when I said as
much to Carl, he also hadn’t been in this area. We moved slowly around,
but we were having trouble figuring out where we needed to go. What
clues Jason had given us may have been useful to him, but it wasn’t
doing us any good.
At some point, I mentioned that if we hid
our clothes, we might not ever find them. I wasn’t even sure of the way
back out of where we were. But Carl surprised me.
“Aren’t you using the map spell?”
“The what? I’ve never heard of a map spell.”
“What the hell were you doing with Mary Henderson for nearly two
months?” he asked. “Don’t think that the spells they teach in mage
school are the only ones that exist. Use the library.”
He looked at me like I was stupid or something. Compared to him, I probably qualified.
“Don’t worry, I’m using it. I know every turn we’ve made. And I think
we are getting close. Remember how Jason said the trees even looked
different?” He pointed to the branches on one nearby. “Look at the
leaves, how big they are. Just like he said. I think we need to back
out a bit and then hide our clothes.”
I was completely lost
and had to trust him. I followed him as we backtracked for about
fifteen minutes. At least I think we backtracked. I kept looking for
signs, like footprints, but didn’t see any. The ground was hard packed
and dry, and even when I looked right behind, I didn’t see a print.
“Here, this is good,” Carl said finally. I could see his face redden as
he began stripping off. We both got down to our boxers. “Are you sure
about this?” he asked me. For the first time, I could hear a bit of
fear in his voice.
“We’re not muggles like Angel Rodriguez and
Jason Ward,” I argued. His fear was becoming contagious. “We’re mages.
And not simple ones. We’re both Wizards. And you seem to know spells
they don’t teach.”
“Yeah, well I’m not the one who knows how
to turn a 5-pound rock into sand,” he countered. “And I don’t have
anything that boosts my spell power by 10,000.”
“It was just a
‘strike’ spell. But somehow my body stores magic. You saw me blow up
that rock. But you didn’t see Mary stop me from using it on Nicolas
Rosell. I had already drawn it up and I had to use it.” He wasn’t
supposed to be aware of some of what happened that day. It was his
special ability. It was why he and I were teamed up now.
Suddenly, he stopped. I looked to where he was looking.
It was a boy. I’d guess about 10 or 11. But very odd. He kind of had a
hint of green color. His eyes were definitely green, but even his hair
and skin had a touch if the sunlight hit him just right. And it looked
like his clothes were made from green leaves.
“We don’t want
to hurt you, we just want to talk to you,” Carl began, holding out his
hand like he wanted to shake hands. “Is that…”
Like snakes,
vines shot out from the trees around us. They wrapped around our wrists
and pulled our arms behind us, tightly tying them in place.
And before I could even think, we were somewhere else in the woods. And
our boxers weren’t with us. The vines still felt alive somehow, but
they weren’t attached to anything.
“An animate plant spell,”
Carl said. “I’d heard of it, but it isn’t listed anywhere in the
library. Not even the restricted one.”
“Great, so I take it you don’t know how to reverse it.”
“Even if I did, I’d need my hands to cast it. Turn around and let me see them.”
I turned my back to him.
“Stop struggling. Use a calming spell if you have to. The ones on your
wrists are still tightening and they’ll cut off circulation.”
I did know the spell, but Mary had taught me simpler methods that
didn’t involve magic. I used what she’d taught me. Once I had myself
under control, I could no longer feel the vines moving.
“How are they still able to move when they aren’t attached to anything?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but I think they are drawing on our magic. I feel a bit depleted and it’s only been a few minutes.”
As soon as he said it, I could feel it too. But unlike him, I had a
huge storage of magic. But right then, that didn’t do me any good. I
couldn’t think of any spell I could use that would help us.
“What are we going to do?” I asked, trying to not sound as desperate as I felt. “Do you have a plan?”
“No,” he said. I could hear the fear in his voice again. “Can you call somebody? Like Arch Magus Frost?”
He knew I could call my sister. Unfortunately, that was the limit of
the ability. I told him as much and asked if he wanted me to do it.
“No,” he said. I could feel the shame he put into the word. He didn’t
want to be seen naked by Chloe and whoever she showed up with.
“Maybe now that we’re incapacitated it won’t be afraid of us. Maybe we go back and try again to talk to, uh, him? It?”
“This didn’t happen to the girl, or to Jason. They didn’t have magic.
That boy, or whatever it is, clearly does. And I think he knew we did
too. Going back could make it worse.” But I didn’t have any plan,
better or worse, other than walking home naked and bound. And I added
that to what I’d told him.
“I agree, it could be worse,
although I don’t know how. I think he could have hurt us, but he
didn’t. Let’s try. If he teleports us away again, then we’ll have to
think up another plan.”
“Fine,” I muttered. “Does you map spell know where we are?”
“Kind of,” he replied. He didn’t explain. “Who knows, If I teleport us
without including the vines, maybe they will stay behind like our
clothes do if we don’t include them in the spell.”
“Wait, you
can include clothes in your teleport spell? I thought you had to cast
it twice, once for you, and the other for your clothes.”
He
looked at me like I had two heads or something. “That’s the stupidest
thing I’ve ever heard. Why would you waste all the energy it takes to
do that?” Without waiting for an answer, he teleported both of us.
It was close to the same place. The strange kid with the green eyes and
hair looked angry. As Carl tried to explain, we were again flung away.
I woke up to the sun in my face. It was in the wrong part of the sky.
Hours had passed. Next to me, Carl snored a bit until I kicked him with
one of my legs. He woke, looking as confused as I felt.
“What the hell happened?” he asked. “Where are we?”
It was a good question. I looked around. It looked vaguely familiar. Then it hit me.
“We’re in a place my parents took me to as a kid. Green Acres.”
“No way,” Carl said as he looked around. But I could see he’d been here
once too and realized I was right. “But this is at least 25 miles from
where we were. That isn’t possible, not even with your power reserve.”
“More importantly, we are naked, with vines securing our arms behind our back.”
“Yeah,” he said, offering nothing. I only had one idea. I hated it, and
I knew he would too. But I had to use my connection with my sister to
get her to come and help us. Just to be kind, I told him what I was
about to do.
“You can reach her from this far away?” he asked.
But he didn’t argue against it. I sent a message to Chloe. And got one
back immediately. “Stop fooling around and leave me alone.”
I
told her our circumstances and said we needed one of our parents to
drive out here. But then, Carl had another idea. I sent that. Tell Arch
Magus Frost where we were. I got no response to either message.
“We’ve got to hide,” I said. “We aren’t far from the rides and stuff
and we’re out in the open.” Getting up on my feet with my hands bound
behind my back proved to be nearly impossible. As usual, Carl had the
solution.
He teleported us to a stand of trees, and inverted
us so we were upright. I didn’t expect that, and almost fell when we
landed, but managed to keep my feet under me.
“I don’t know if
she got the message, or if she plans on doing anything about it,” I
muttered. “If you have a better plan, now is the time. Otherwise, I can
use my power to teleport the two of us a bunch of times, but I’m not
sure if even I have enough power to get us all the way home.”
“Let’s give it some time. Even Frost might need to drive this far.”
Carl laughed for a moment. “I wonder if he even has a car and knows how
to drive?”
It was just over an hour before a huge RV I’d seen
a few times pulled in and honked the horn. Then Chloe asked me using
our telepathic connection where I was. I described it, and soon, a new
nightmare was upon us.
There were seven of them. My sister,
and her mage friend, Cindy Comish, and 5 people I did not want to see.
Nicolas Rosell, his girlfriend, Gabrelle Wilson, her sister, Ezra, and
two girls who until now had never really shown an interest in me, Joy
Lamont and Karen West. All were within a year of my age.
“Well, this is certainly interesting,” Nicolas began. He was a bully,
and this wasn’t going to be a quick rescue. He stepped aside and let
the six girls get a look at us. Carl didn’t have a long history of
being seen naked by girls our age like I did, and he was much more
embarrassed. But there was nothing we could do but let them look and
touch. Both of us were hard.
“Don’t touch too much,” Nicolas
warned. “You’ll make them shoot, and they will enjoy that. No sense
given them something they want.”
“What the hell?” my sister questioned. “What are these, some kind of vine?”
That got Nicolas’ attention, and he came around behind us. “How the
hell did you guys do this? It had to involve magic. What were you
trying to do?”
Until then, I hadn’t really paid any attention
to the vines other than to try and free my hands. But now I looked more
closely at Carl’s wrists. It was a single vine that wrapped twice
around one wrist, extended two inches and then wrapped around the other
wrist. They didn’t have knots; it was one solid vine.
“It’s something magical, and it was done too us, not something we did,” I explained.
“Well, if it’s magic, then I can undo it. But it will cost you.”
“I think you’d best leave it alone,” Carl advised. “I think the magic is several steps beyond what any of us know.”
Nicolas snorted, and I could smell magic as he did something. Suddenly,
a tendril grew off of the band between Carl’s wrists and grew to form
what looked like a mouth and teeth. It struck like a snake, biting
Nicolas in the shoulder. He cried out, whether from pain or shock, I
had no clue.
The snake thing looked at the others, stopping to
stare at each of the girls. Then it slowly shrunk back until it was
just a part of the bindings on Carl’s wrists again.
Carl was in a near panic, not being able to see what was happening, but hearing the screams from the girls and Nicolas.
“What the hell did you two create?” Nicolas demanded. “Never mind.
Neither of you are smart enough to have created that. Who did?”
“We don’t know, and your shoulder looks very red,” I said, pointing
with my nose. “I think we should get to the magic school and let
someone there look at it.”
“It does look pretty bad,” Gabrelle
offered. That did it. Nicolas said he felt dizzy and gave the keys to
his girlfriend. “Just don’t wreck it.”
He was helped into the
front passenger seat while Carl and I were helped into the back. They
put us on the floor while the girls sat on a couch where they could
keep an eye on us. And all of them continued to watch as our dicks
twitched up and down. With our hands behind our backs, we had no way to
take care of it ourselves.
“Muggle clothes?” I asked. Any mages would still see us as naked, but muggles would see Carl and I wearing clothes.
Nicolas snorted. He was pissed, and I think in pain. “Unless Gabrelle
does something to attract any cops, they can just go as they are.”
“What the hell have you done now,” Arch Magus Frost said as we entered
the school. He was looking straight at Nicolas. I’d never heard him
swear before. “Where are their clothes?”
“I don’t know. They
needed rescuing from Green Acres. They were naked when we got there.
And something strange. The vines.” He turned me around. “When I tried
to remove them with magic, they attacked me.”
That got the
Arch Magus’ full attention. He looked first at the vines on my wrists
but I don’t think he touched them. Then he turned to Nicolas. “Go see
Lord Magus Byers and tell her I said it looks like sentient vines. She
might know how to treat the wound. The rest of you, get out of here.
Except for you two.” That last part was directed to me and Carl.
“Uh, I need to wait for Nicolas. I’m not old enough to drive.”
Arch Magus Frost looked like he was ready to explode. “Neither is he.
Call someone who is or I’ll be sure to mention it to his father.” His
voice was so cold that I expected to see ice form on his tongue.
“You two.” He pointed to Carl and me. “I need to know where you were,
what happened, and most of all, why you were there. Come.” He turned
and walked quickly to his office. Which alone was unusual. He usually
teleported himself anywhere he wanted to go.
Once in his
office, we told him how Magus Mary had assigned us to investigate
stories of muggles saying they had witnessed magic. Real magic, not
stage tricks.
Knowing he wanted the full story; we related
everything that happened to us. Sometimes I talked, but Carl did most
of it. It was clear which of us was the smartest. When we were done
with everything up to Rosell showing up with the RV, I ended it with a
question.
“Sentient vines? I know what the words mean, but not just sentient, also able to cast magic. And you knew about them?”
“I knew about the vines,” he said in his normal harsh tone. “But never
a human-like form. You’re both totally sure it was a real human?”
“Until now, yes,” Carl quickly responded. “A very odd-looking kid, but
we did think he was human. And his first reaction was to use the vines
to bind us.”
“Did you threaten him? Attempt to use magic?”
“No, not until it was too late,” Carl answered.
“Uh, I was kind of thinking about my ability. I wasn’t planning to use
it to attack him, but just before the kid showed up, Carl reminded me
that he’d seen me blast that rock. I kind of replayed it in my mind.”
The Arch Magus scowled, a fairly common expression for him. “Six weeks
of specialized training with the most advanced mage to ever come
through this school until Carl, and you are thinking about nearly
killing a boy with your power at a time when you needed to be paying
full attention.”
I noticed he didn’t include me in the
category of ‘most advanced’ students. But of course, he was pissed at
me. Maybe I hadn’t developed into what he wanted. Or, more likely, it
was just his nature to be rude and condescending.
“Why did you go back?” he asked Carl.
“First, I was hoping the teleport would leave the vines behind since I didn’t include them in the spell.”
“You mean, you didn’t cast a second spell on the vines.”
“No, why would I waste that energy?” Carl looked at me. “Sorry for
criticizing you when you said it, I didn’t know they taught it wrong.”
He turned back to the Arch Magus, ignoring the look of anger on the
Arch Magus’ face. “And secondly, I wanted to show the kid, the sentient
vine thing, that we didn’t mean to harm him. But immediately upon our
arrival, he flung us about 25 miles with a teleport spell that was so
powerful that it put us to sleep for hours.”
Arch Magus Frost
didn’t say anything for several seconds. I thought maybe he was going
to strip Carl’s powers from him. But instead, his tone changed. He was
almost pleasant.
“There is someone who specialized in Sentient
Vines. I will contact him. Until he arrives, I suggest that neither of
you use any magic spells at all, or allow anyone else to use them on
you. I am afraid that the vines on your wrists might still be in
contact with the other vines. The fact that you were treated
differently than the muggle children who found the vines suggests that
it knew you were magical, and that it was probably scared of you. But
the power you are suggesting is frightening. I will take steps to
ensure that no other mages go to that area. You two have to return
home.”
I heard the speakers in the hall make an announcement. “Griffen Descartes, come to the Arch Magus’ office immediately.”
It surprised me that he used magic, even though it made perfect sense.
I just always assumed when he made an announcement that he did it like
muggles do, with a microphone.
A moment later, there was a knock at the door.
“You summoned me, Arch Magus Frost,” Griffen announced from the other side of the door.
I knew him. He was about six months younger than me. I didn’t know he
worked here. The door opened, and he entered. He was surprised to see
Carl and I standing in front of the desk, naked, our wrists bound with
vines. But other than to pause, he didn’t say anything.
“These two wizards need clothing. Find some pants that will fit them and help them. Do not use any magic on them.”
“Yes, Arch Magus,” Griffen said. “Come with me,” he said to us.
The halls at magic school were rarely empty, and today was no
exception. We passed several other mages, mostly within a year or two
of our age. The girls certainly enjoyed seeing us, but didn’t say
anything. But I knew that word would quickly spread.
Griffen brought us to a laundry room and selected two pair of short pants that looked to be about the right size.
“I’ll need these back when you’re done with them,” he said. “Do you,
uh, need some help with, you know.” He pointed to our boners. “The Arch
Magus said I was to help you.”
He clearly didn’t want to touch us, but he also didn’t know how far the word help applied.
“I’m okay, my brother will no doubt help me,” Carl began. “But Reid has a sister.”
It was awkward as hell, but I knew that Chloe was going to keep me
naked as much as possible anyway. I’d have to find another way to
please myself. “I’ll pay you back. I know you don’t want to, but if
you’ll please help me to cum, I’ll give you a blowjob wihen this is
over. I promise.”
“Okay,” he said, seeming satisfied with the
exchange. It was doubly embarrassing for both of us as Carl watched,
but soon Griffen had me firing several bursts. Then he helped dress
both of us. “I’ll clean this up, it’s part of my job here.”
“Thank you. You will get repaid for that; I promise.” With that, Carl
and I left, wearing nothing but a pair of shorts. He headed to his
house, and me to mine.
As expected, Chloe was very happy to
have me unable to do anything for myself. She decided right from the
start that I may as well just stay naked, at least when our parents
weren’t home, because it would be easier for her. Within the first hour
of my being home, she invited two other mage girls to come and see me.
The only saving grace was that if muggles came, I had to be hidden
because of the vines.
But the next day, I was saved. Carl and
Kevin showed up, and despite all the arguments my sister put forward
for why I should stay under her control, I left with them.
We
were still confined to inside a house, but Kevin gave me the same care
he did for his brother. When either me or Carl needed some relief, he
provided it. And he refused all offers of payback.
“If I
needed help, I know you and my brother would do all you could to help
me in any way you could without the expectation of some kind of
payback. I’m doing the same.”
And it didn’t take as long as we
thought it might. Two days later, a bearded man knocked on the
Jefferson’s front door. Kevin answered it, and the man looked slightly
confused. Ignoring Kevin’s question as to who he was and what he
wanted, he looked past him and spotted me and Carl.
He easily
pushed past Kevin I smelled magic and realized that he’d used it to
keep Kevin upright as he pushed him out of the way.
“You’re
the mage Arch Magnus Frost sent for,” I said, making sure that Carl and
Kevin knew he was wanted. “I’m Reid Gilmore, and this is Carl
Jefferson. And his brother Kevin.”
The man didn’t say anything
to any of us. He stepped behind me and began singing softly. The words
were unlike anything I’d ever heard before. I felt the vines loosen a
bit and tried to pull my hands free. As soon as I did, the vines
tightened again.
“Hold still,” the bearded man ordered. He
sounded angry. “The Palmus doesn’t trust you.” He immediately went back
to singing in some strange language.
Again, the vines
softened, but not as much as the first time. I looked at Carl and could
see that his vine had also loosened a bit.
The bearded man glared at the two of us. “Do not speak. And beyond all, do not use magic. Take me to where the Palmus lives.”
He shushed me as I opened my mouth to say something. I made a face, but
remained quiet. Carl and I led the way and Kevin started to follow. The
bearded man turned and ordered him to remain behind.
I’m not
accustomed to going shirtless outside, so it again felt awkward to be
walking through town wearing just shorts and shoes. Especially when
being followed by an older, bearded man dressed in a robe. We drew the
attention of many kids and a few adults as we made our way. But once we
reached the outer edges of where we had encountered the green boy, we
saw new signs. For muggles, it simply said that beyond the sign was
private property and trespassers would be prosecuted. But for mages, we
could also see Arch Magus Frost’s warning that entry was forbidden.
“It is okay,” the bearded man said when Carl and I stopped. “I’ll lead;
you follow. Again, do not speak unless I tell you to, and do not use
any magic at all. Oh, and just in case, leave the shorts here.”
It felt very uncomfortable to strip in front of the man, and I could
only trust that he was indeed the man Arch Magus Frost had summoned to
help us. Once we had stepped out of the shorts, he began entering the
wooded area beyond the signs, singing as he slowly walked forward.
It seemed darker than before. And somehow ominous. I hadn’t felt that
before. I looked at Carl, and he too looked very uncomfortable.
We continued on, listening to the soft singing from the man leading us.
It was a strange language, and I realized that I was starting to make
some kind of sense of the words. It was the singing that was important.
He convinced myself that he was sending a signal that he met no harm.
And then he was there. The young boy whose skin had a hint of green
color. His eyes were definitely green, but even his hair and skin had a
touch if the sunlight hit him just right. And it looked like his
clothes were made from green leaves.
The boy’s lips didn’t
move, but he sang back. Compared to the bearded man’s guttural noises,
his voice was nearly angelic. While I was gradually understanding some
of the language, I still couldn’t make out any details about what was
being said by either of them. But the green boy sounded angry
regardless of how beautiful his singing was.
Suddenly, he
pointed at Carl. I took it as a threat, and the magic roared up from my
special stash. I was about to release it when I was teleported out.
I hit the ground hard as the teleport had ended with me ten feet in the
air. It knocked the wind out of me, and my wrists were still secured by
the vines. I could feel blood running down the side of my face, and I
was naked. I lay still, feeling dazed.
Then, after a few
minutes, the vines were released from my wrists. I could see them grow
‘legs’ and start walking away. Glad to have the use of my hands for the
first time in days, I reached up to the side of my head and tried to
stop the blood. My left arm hurt something terrible.
And, I
still had the magic I’d summoned. Releasing it could cause a big
problem. With all the concentration I could muster, I found a way to
let it bleed off. Something a mage near me would notice, but not a
muggle.
I stood, still feeling a bit dizzy. Green Acres,
again. Miles away from the bearded man and Carl. And then it hit me.
I’d sensed the green kid was about to do something to Carl and I’d
reacted. He hadn’t been teleported here. I started wondering just how
much magic I really had as I began plotting how many jumps it would
take to teleport myself back to where I’d been.
Then another
thought hit me. The vines had left me. Two thoughts came to mind. The
first was that the green kid was about to release the vines from Carl’s
wrists and I’d overreacted. The second was that I was not wrong and the
green kid intended to harm my friend. And the vines came off my wrists
because I was teleported high enough that maybe the green kid thought I
was dead.
I gathered my thoughts. My left arm hurt a lot, and
I knew it wouldn’t be useful in casting spells. I was advanced enough
in my training that I could cast most of them without speaking or using
arm motions, but not something like teleporting to my maximum range.
And I was still dizzy. As I tried to figure out what to do, I heard a
giggle from behind me.
Again, I nearly overreacted. I expected
a mage had found me and was making fun of me. But just before drawing
upon my reserve, something that other mages didn’t have, I turned and
saw the bearded man and Carl standing there. And Carl was dressed. More
importantly, he had my shorts.
But once I turned, he stopped laughing. “You’re bleeding,” he said. “It looks bad. And your arm is bent funny.”
I looked more closely at my left arm and understood why it hurt so much. I dropped to the ground before I fell.
“How did you get here?” I asked. “Did he…” I pointed to the bearded man.
“No. You were flung here when the Palmus sensed you were about to
attack it. I warned you to not use magic. Then it realized that you
sensed he was about to use magic. We discussed it. We went back and got
the clothes and it teleported us here. It really has remarkable range,
more than I’ve ever seen. But the suddenness it teleported you didn’t
give it time to do it properly. Thus, you got hurt. Get dressed, we
need to get you back to your school.”
“He can call his sister, but her help is dubious,” Carl said as he helped me to stand and get the shorts on.
“Really?” the bearded man said. “That is most unusual. You’re the
second person I know who have that ability. Fortunately, I’m the first
one. Albert has been notified.”
He must have seen the
confusion on our faces, because he added, “Albert Frost. He and I knew
each other when we were students. He will get someone here as quickly
as he can.”
It was about 40 minutes later that a dark colored
sedan pulled up. Magus Mary Henderson got out the passenger side back,
and Arch Magus Frost from the front. The driver did not get out.
“I can heal you, but not here,” Mary said. “And, you have a concussion.
Do not use any magic at all. Unexpected things might happen if you try.
Let’s get you in the car and I’ll stop the bleeding then. The car will
shield magic from being seen.”
They helped me up and over to
the car. I was put in the back seat with Mary in the center. Arch Magus
Frost took the other seat, leaving Carl and the bearded man to squeeze
into the front seat. I looked and was surprised. I could see through
the magic. The driver, who to muggles would appear to be an adult, was
Griffin Descartes.
“Wizard Descartes has many uses,” Arch Magus Frost began. “Including knowing how to operate one of these things.”
With a smile and a nod, the 13-year-old started the engine and put it in gear and slowly drove it out to the road.
The bone in my arm was fixed with magic, as well as the serious gash on
the side of my head. I was prohibited from using any magic for a week
until they were sure my concussion was past and that I didn’t need a
hospital.
Carl caught me up with what happened in the field.
The Palmus claimed the land was his, but Arch Magus Aitken argued that
it was too close to muggles and that it had already drawn attention to
itself by teleporting muggle children away. In the end, it agreed to
find a new home, and Arch Magus Aitken promised to help. Then it was
about to free my wrists when you threatened to hurt it.”
“I thought it was about to hurt you,” I cut in, trying to explain my rash response.
“Aitken explained that. Once things were settled, it allowed me to go
and get our shorts. Then it teleported the both of us to where it had
sent you.”
“What the hell was that thing, that, uh, kid?” I asked.
“You’ll learn more about it once you’re freed from your magic ban,”
Carl said. “Apparently, you have an ability to learn magical languages.
According to the Arch Magus, you were learning to speak Palmus. But it
is a type of sentient vines. The ‘boy’ was just a magic form, in
reality, the Palmus doesn’t look anything like a human. You’ll be
training to develop the language and more about sentient vines, his
specialty. Lucky you.” He laughed, seeing the look on my face.
“Yeah, that wouldn’t be my first choice as a career path either.”
That left one more task. A debt I owed. I went to find Griffen. I had promised him a blowjob.
He said it was okay, he was just doing his job, but I told him I felt
obligated. He blushed, but accepted. He actually had a small office in
the magic school, and we went there. I got it done quickly, and he
thanked me profusely.
Afterward, we talked about his life and
I learned why I knew so little about him. He was homeschooled; I only
knew him through mage training. He lived on a farm, so driving a
tractor or a truck was something he’d been doing since he’d been as
young as eight. He had done a favor for somebody important, he wouldn’t
say who, and that landed him a paid job at the school. After his home
chores were done.
He was curious about our experience with the
Palmus. Since I hadn’t been told that any of it was secret, I told him
all. By the time I had finished with the tale of the adventure and the
many mistakes I made, Arch Magus Aitken found me.
“Time to begin a new chapter in your life,” he said to me. Let’s go.”
The End