Nude for School

As he settled into his seat, Matthias moved another spot down the bench to ensure there was a sizeable space between them. Olga slid herself over so she was facing him directly. She brushed her hair, black-with-blonde-highlights, out of her eyes and smirked at him.

"I notice your dick is still rock hard," she said. "Is this like a fetish of yours or something?"

"No," he muttered. "I just can't go soft."

"Isn't that dangerous?" she said. "I heard if you're hard for more than four hours..."

"I dunno," said Jet. "Apparently if it's done with the magic, it's okay. She made me hard on Friday night, and it's been like this since."

Olga couldn't help but smirk. "I bet that's been fun!"

"It really isn't," he said. "It's constantly bumping into things. And I can't, you know, I can't, like, touch it."

"Alright, I can't listen to this," said Matthias. "I'm sorry man." He grabbed his tray, got up, and left, going to another table.

Olga and Jet ignored him. "So what's the deal?" she said. "Did your Mom really make you come to school naked?"

"You heard Ms Bauer," said Jet. "And apparently, she called up the school on Friday, and the teachers had a meeting over it on Saturday, and they all agreed to it. Or at least, most of them did, and if any didn't, they haven't said anything against it."

"Is your Mom a nut or something?" she said.

Jet sighed. "She's... she's a little..." he sighed again. "She's, like, super feminist. Like, she thinks women gained the power as some kind of divinely gifted reparations for millennia of men's oppression of women. Like, you know, a lot of feminists just want equality between the sexes, right, but she's got this, like persecution complex, and she's got an axe to grind."

"Huh. Jeez." Olga let him eat for a minute, then said. "So, about your punishment..."

"Yeah?"

"You were trying to masturbate?"

Jet had finally managed to get his blushing under control last period, but this made him flush anew. "Yeah."

"How?"

"None of your business," he muttered.

"Alright, but, I mean, what's that mean, trying?"

Jet gulped. "My Mom put a spell on me that, um, prevents me from touching myself when I'm hard."

Olga gawked. "No way! The magic can really do that? Keep you from..." She made a jack off motion with her hand. Jet nodded with a pained expression. "Wow. So, how do you, you know, get your rocks off?"

Jet flushed a deep crimson once more, and there was an outburst of laughter from one woman at the end of the cafeteria. It was one of the teachers, and while the students all looked over to see what she was laughing at, Jet knew it was because she had caught the flash of memory in his mind.

Olga made the connection. "That bad, huh? Come on, tell me."

"I can't. I just can't!"

"Then maybe I'll ask the teacher!"

"Go ahead, then, I don't care!" he said. He slid off the bench and jumped out of his seat, leaving his tray, with his food half-eaten. Olga frowned, but didn't chase him.

The remainder of the classes proceeded as before. By this point, he had multiple classes with the same students and word had spread back and forth several times, so there was a lot less initial shock. There were still questions, of course, and comments at how much of a pervert he was, since his dick was still hard, and hadn't gone soft all day. "Doesn't it ache, being hard all the time? Is it really always like that? I heard you can't masturbate, is that true? Do you have sex with your Mom, or does she just let you jerk off for her?"

The teachers allowed several minutes before each class started for the rest of the students to pester him, but none of them were as outright taunting as Ms Bauer herself. Jet, for his part, just stayed silent, waiting for the day to end. When the last period was over, he bolted to his locker, as fast as his bare feet could take him.

Unfortunately, some people were waiting for him. Sisty Crowen, a slim, nineteen year old with long black hair, black lipstick and eye-liner, was leaning against his locker, blocking the door, giving him a cool, studious look. Jeannette Claude, another nineteen year old, with her blond hair done up in curled pig-tails, was standing next to her, grinning ear to ear. Sisty was a couple inches shorter than Jet, but Jeannette was a full head taller, looming over them both.

"Um... can I get to my locker, please?" said Jet, not looking either girl directly in the eyes.

Sisty gave him a slow up and down glance. If he wasn't already naked, he'd swear she was undressing him with her eyes. Jeanette just giggled, looking at him. Jet's blush returned. "Please, I just want to get out of here."

"That so, mother-fucker?" said Sisty. Her tone was as cool as her expression, a well-practiced air of control that would have looked silly on most of the girls here.

"Oh my god," said Jet, exasperated. "I do not fuck my mother!"

"But she controls your dick, doesn't she?" said Jeannette, with almost a sneer. "Not seeing much difference."

"Just please move aside," said Jet.

"Make us," challenged Sisty.

Jet gulped, finally meeting her gaze. Her cool expression was calm and steady. Jet's own gaze wavered. Finally he just turned and started walking away. To hell with his homework if this was how it was going to be!

"Not so fast!" said Jeannette. Faster than Jet could react, she brazenly reached out and grabbed his cock.

"Ah!" said Jet, trying to jerk away. "Let go!" Jeannette's grip held tight, and she stood her ground, causing Jet to yelp as he tried to yank himself away. Her grabbed her arm as if to push her off. "Stop! Let go!"

"Make me!" Jeannette said, her grin returning. She gave him a few rhythmic squeezes, and Jet couldn't help but gasp.

Even though he had both hands locked on her arm, he didn't seem capable of actually pushing her away. He seemed to strain, as if pushing against a wall, but his arms could not budge hers. Even Jeannette gave him a curious look. She'd expected him to actually try and pry her arm away, but his grip on her was gentle, and she couldn't feel him actually pushing against her. It was as if he were fighting some kind of internal force that was restraining his arms, rather than actually fighting her.

Her eyes widened a bit. "No way! Can you not push me away?"

Jet's face was flushed with exertion and embarrassment. He set his jaw and tried harder, but it was obvious no amount of struggling was going to succeed. He was utterly defensely against a girl touching him. As if to prove the point, Sisty stepped up, and outright grabbed his balls, squeezing them, and giving him a hard slap on the ass. Jet moved on hand to grab her arm, but his progress was no better. He was completely helpless to stop the girls from groping him, right there in the hall. A small crowd was gathering to watch their little collective.

Sisty spanked him a few more times, until he yelped, then she caressed his buttocks softly, and noted how he shivered. Her expression unchanging, she let her hand drift away from him, and tickled his butt lightly with her fingernails.

Jet yelped again, this time from the ticklish sensation, and bucked forward, thrusting his cock into Jeannette's hand. He made another gasp as his cock flexed.

"This is so cool!" said Jeannette. "Hahaha, look at him, he's so sensitive!" She gave him a couple quick strokes, and he flexed in her hand once more. Sisty's one hand kept it's grip on his balls, while her other still tickled at his ass.

"Hahaha, ah, stop, st-stah, ah! Haha," Jet writhed in the two girls grip. He noticed a good number of students crowded around them now, transfixed by the vulgar display, and his whole body flushed with shame. And then, he stiffened, and gasped sharper. Oh no! "St-stop! Stop, you're g-gunna make me—AH!"

Suddenly, both girls let go, backing off just as his cock began to clench hard. Every watched, transfixed, as his hips bucked once in the empty air, his cock jerked, and a slow dribble of semen spilled out. A few more weak pulses pumped, and despite his embarrassment, Jet reached down to grab himself instinctively. Female laughter erupted around him, as well as few catcalls, as they all saw his hands halt a few inches from his cock. Even his attempts to thrust up just pushed his hands away, as if an invisible barrier were present.

The guys that had been watching were either fascinated, mortified, or were clearly being made to watch by their own girlfriends. A few giggles and pokes showed Jet wasn't the only one sporting a huge erection at the moment, though Jet couldn't be bothered to care.

Jet groaned loudly, wincing. His cock stayed stubbornly hard, now aching, and he stood there, head hung, and ashamed, his balls aching almost as bad as ever! He'd never had a ruined orgasm before, and it felt awful!

And then, before he could run away, Jeannette's hands latched onto him, lightning quick, one grabbing his shaft, the other cupping his still slick penishead. Jet yelped as she rubbed the head quick circles, grinning as his face became a mask of horror. His post-climax tip was still super-sensitive despite the ruining of his orgasm, and her rubbing sent electric jolts of intense pleasure through him. Jet cried out and gripped her arm again, but could not push her away, even as her hand quickened and switched direction.

"AAAAHH! Stop! Stop! It hurts, STOP!" Jet shuddered and his legs jerked, and he couldn't take it, falling to his knees. Expecting this, Jeannette crouched down to follow him, still rubbing. Jet's breath was torn away, and he could only mewl and whimper and writhe against her.

There was more laughter, all female, at the site of a naked boy being absolutely destroyed by the touch of girl, one who didn't even have any magic, one who just knew how to touch a boy in just the right way. Some of the girls were clearly taking mental notes.

"H-hey, that's enough!" said a male voice, finally. "You're killing him."

"Oh, it doesn't really injure anything," said Jeannette. "It's just super intense." She laughed. "Pay attention girls, when we get our magic, we'll be able to make them feel this without even having to let them cum first!"

"Cut it out!" said another male voice.

"Yeah, come on! Give him a break!" said another.

Jet was just starting to get a handle on the sensations, gritting his teeth, and gasping through them while staring at her defiantly. But then, she switched to another type of rubbing, making a ring with her thumb and forefinger, and quickly slipping it up and down along the ridge of the head, and he was helplessly whimpering again.

None of the boys dared physically stop the girls, but they were starting to look like they were going to try something. Even some of the girls had stopped laughing, and were looking pitiably at him, though they said nothing in his defense.

"That's enough, Jeannatte," said Sisty, after a quick glance let her gauge the reaction of the crowd. The display had worn out its welcome.

Jeannette's grin dropped, and she let go, pulling away. Jet collapsed onto the floor, gasping, landing on his own semen. The blonde blanched as she saw how much of his fluid still coated her hand, then wiped some off on his bare butt, before standing up.

Sisty presented her foot to him. "Kiss it," she said. "Thank us for the orgasm."

"Fuck you," said Jet, still breathless.

Sisty frowned, then pulled her foot back. She did nothing more to him, but the look in her eye told Jet she'd have probably stomped on his balls if there wasn't a crowd already half-sympathetic to him.

Jeannette reached down flicked him hard on the nose. Jet yelped and grabbed his face. "That's not a very nice thing to say to the girls who gave you some relief!"

"Just leave me alone!" said Jet, tears welling up in his eyes.

"He's right girls, break it up," said a stern voice. Almost everyone jumped as Ms Bauer pushed herself through the crowd. She stood, cross armed, staring firmly at the two girls.

Jeannette swallowed and stood straight. "Yes, ma'am," she said.

Sisty's expression of disaffected tolerance didn't change, but she did seem to straighten her posture a bit more than it already was. "Yes, ma'am," she echoed. The two girls turned and walked away, and the crowed around them dispersed.

Ms Bauer looked down at Jet as her slid up onto his hands and knees. He started to stand, but the teacher put a hand on his shoulder to halt him. She presented him with a roll of paper towels. "While you're down there, you will clean up your little mess, won't you?"

Jet floundered for a moment. "But—but they—!"

"I'm pretty sure semen comes from boys, does it not? And boys should not expect girls to mop up their goo for them. That's something a lover would do to be nice if he's pleased her well. And as far as I see, you didn't even return the favor for those girls." She smirked, and there was a twinkle of amusement in her eye.

Jet wanted nothing more than to knock the paper towels out of her hand, spit on her and the floor, and run off, leaving his cum on the tile. But Ms Bauer was a Sex Mage, and she was his teacher, and even if she was neither, if his Mom caught wind of him doing any such thing to any woman...

Jet shuddered a little as he took the paper towels and mopped up the floor, while Ms Bauer stared down at him. Blushing, he even wiped the fluids off himself, and deposited all of it in the nearest trashcan.

"Very good, Jethro," said Ms Bauer. "We'll see you bright and early tomorrow." So saying, she gave him a light smack on the ass, and walked off, leaving Jet to finally get into his locker, swap out his books, and head home.

THREE

The two kilometer walk home was even more hectic than school, his naked body exposed to the whole of the town. Unlike school, however, his exposed cock proved quite tempting for random Sex Mages to take pot shots at him. As he walked, he kept feeling the sensations of phantom licks, flicks, strokes, and sucks, always brief, but every one a jolt to his nerves. He stumbled and gasped and his hips bucked as the little teases worked him up. Women passing on the street giggled and pointed, and there was no telling which of them were doing the spells.

A few men chuckled at his plight, and a few probably even looked a little jealous, clearly not really getting the context, and just thinking the young lad was playing a kinky game. Most men, however, just looked away. Jet did end up seeing another man across the street, stark naked, following behind a leggy redhead, who had her hand held out like she was holding a leash. She would flick her wrist, and the man would jump, hips jerking forward, as if the invisible leash was tied around his balls. Obviously, that's exactly what was happening. Jet and the man shared a glance, and for a moment, both took refuge in the fact that both knew exactly each other's pain.

Then the man's walker yanked his balls once more, and he had to leap to keep up. At the same time, a sensually searing phantom mouth closed over Jet's cock and gave him several seconds of powerful, loving suction, the phantom tongue rubbing sinuously along his shaft. Jet let out a small cry, and stumbled into the wall of the shop he'd been passing. His hips thrust at the air, his body shuddering, as the phantom mouth brought him right to the brink of climax, only to vanish just before he could reach it! Jet gripped the wall, white knuckled, as he fought the urge to try, fruitlessly, to grab himself. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped, whirling around.

"Woah, hey!" said Olga holding her hands up defensively. "Chill out, dude! It's cool!"

Jet glared at her. "Go away," he said.

Olga frowned, crossed her arms, and said, "Make me."

Jet grit his teeth, and looked almost like he was about to cry. "You saw the show, huh? Did you like it?"

"It was interesting," she said. She reached out and put a hand on his chest, and with a gentle push, forced him back against the store wall. He tried to push back, but apparently, it was like trying to push back a moving wall. All his physical effort led to naught. "Wow. Your Mom really made it physically impossible for you to resist a girl." She pulled her hand away, freeing the helpless boy. "That's really messed up. What if someone tries to hurt you?"

"You saw what those two did," said Jet. "I guess in Mom's mind, she doesn't want men to even have capability of hitting a woman."

"But what if she's, like, coming at you with a knife or something?" said Olga.

Jet's arm suddenly shot up, and his fist connected with Olga's nose. The girl squeaked in surprise and jerked back, but realized the moment his skin had touched hers nose, his fist had stopped dead. The punch had barely felt like a tap, but it had still startled her. "Jesus, warn me next time! Jerk!" As if by instinct, her hand whipped out and slapped his cock.

Jet jumped back, wincing and grunting, and once again tried to grab himself, unable to. Olga's hand flew to her mouth. "Oh shit! I'm sorry!"

Jet grit his teeth and let the sting fade. "Apparently it's more important that she not be hurt, even if I am," he hissed.

Olga glanced around. They were right in the open, but it's not like that mattered when every woman around could sense them. Still, when she looked in the shop window, a couple patrons were watching them with concern or interest. Olga grabbed his arm, and gently pulled him away from the wall, walking him down another few stores, until there was a small alley between two of them, that looked mostly clear. She led him down the alley, and into a nook between two of the buildings on one side. No one was around. Jet, of course, could not resist her.

"What are you doing?" he said.

Olga pushed him up against the wall, holding him in place with one hand to his chest. Her other hand reached down and grasped his cock.

"Hey, stop! No!" he said, trying to grab her.

"Shush," said Olga. "Let me do you a favor. To make up for today. I'm sorry I hit you, okay? And I'm sorry everyone was so mean."

Jet swallowed, but nodded, as Olga's fingers worked his cock with unexpected skill. She was either well practiced, or he was that pent up, as her fingers felt amazing. She stroked him quickly, then slow, quickly, then slow, then paused her strokes, holding his cock taught while running her finger along the sensitive nerve, then stroking again.

It only took a minute in his current state, even as confused and wary as he was. He hissed and gripped the wall and his hips jerked as he erupted in her hand. She stroked him steadily, milking every drop out of him.

When he was finished, he sagged against the wall, and Olga lifted her hand off him again. "Thank you," he said. "You have no idea how good that feels."

"Frankly, I'm amazed you even could do that," said Olga. "Your Mom sounds like the type that would block you for sure."

Jet shook his head. "I don't know. She said guys should only be allowed orgasm if women want them to. I mean, it's not like I can do it myself anyway."

"Will you get in trouble?" said Olga.

"I don't know," Jet sighed.

Olga looked down at his cock. It was still hard, the magic refusing to let it soften, announcing to every woman around that it was ready to be played with, whether the boy it was attached to liked it or not. "Would you like me to walk you home?"

"You've done enough, really," said Jet. He paused, and looked at her. "Unless you think I owe you or something?"

Olga tapped her chin in thought, then shrugged. "I'll let you know," she said, then started walking off. "See you tomorrow!"

Jet sighed, took a few moments to collect himself, then continued on his way home, a mere boy utterly helpless in a world of supernaturally lascivious women.

FOUR

When Jet came home, his mother was busying herself in the kitchen, making the night's dinner, while his father was no where to be seen. Ever since his wife had gained the power of the Magic, Fredrick Seidel had found more and more reasons to stay away from the house, work being one of them. A bricklayer by trade, he'd also taken up the odd repair job around town, and wouldn't be back until later.