Nude for School

"Wait," said Jet. "What do you mean you never met one? How did you get transformed then?"

"Not by choice," said Olga. "My ex-girlfriend was an amateur porn star, believe it or not. Some of our videos are still floating around on the web. She was also a total crazy bitch. I stuck with her longer than I should because the sex was great, and, well, you know, Sex Magic makes it hard to say no, but after three months of her shit, I couldn't take her screaming fits, and I tried dumping her.

"She didn't take kindly to that, as you can imagine. And you know how women are they get their gaggle of girlfriends together to start coming up with all the evil shit they can pull on you in revenge. She kidnapped me right out of my home, and she and five of her friends cock-tortured the shit out of me until I'm pretty sure I would have died from the overload if it weren't for the Magic."

"Christ," said Jet. He found himself leaning closer to her.

"Yeah," said Olga. "Anyway, I figure one of those friends of hers, I didn't really know any of them, must have been one of those shape shifter women. When I woke up again, I looked like this." Olga motioned to herself. She shook her head. "They'd tortured me for a week straight, and just dumped me in some cheap hostel when they were done. I managed to make it back home, but the only reason my Mom even recognized me was because she could read my mind through my..." she looked down at her lap. "...my not-cock."

Jet frowned. "That's awful, dude." Despite everything, he almost reached forward to clasp her hand. Then something occurred to him. "Wait, you're Mom read your mind? So, you're still effected by the Magic?"

Olga nodded. "Yes. I'm a woman in every way, genetically and mentally, but it doesn't matter. The Magic knows the truth. I'm just as vulnerable to other women as I was as a boy. I will never get the Magic myself. This has happened with every transformation I've read about."

The two sat there in silence for a few moments. "Shit," said Jet.

"Yeah."

"Um, your ex, does she still harass you?"

"No. She's dead."

Jet blinked in surprise.

Olga just shrugged. "Shot in the head. They found the guy right afterwards. Another guy she fucked around with after she did this to me."

"Jesus," said Jet. "I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything," said Olga. "I'm just glad I could tell someone. Another guy. You know, before all the girls at school start getting the magic, find me out, and then rumors start flying and I start getting fucked with again."

"I assume the teachers know?"

"Of course. Pretty much every adult woman I've run into knows. I can't hide it from Sex Mages. I might not have a dick, but they sense the same tension hum when I get aroused near them, they can still pick up my erotic thoughts." She smirked humorlessly. "Not that I'm much in the mood for sex ever since my change. Though that's probably less from being a woman, and more from my experience."

"I don't blame you," said Jet. "And I think Sisty mighty know. But I guess she hasn't told anyone."

"Well," said Olga. "I guess we'll see what happens, then. But thanks again for listening. And I just want you to know, I sympathize with what you're going through."

"Please, it's nothing compared to what you got going on," said Jet.

"I'm not trying to compete," she said. She smiled. "So. I notice my sobering tale of forced womanhood hasn't wilted your cock any. Bauer said she'd only refill your sack if you shot a load on campus right?"

Jet was suddenly starkly reminded that he was, in fact, still naked, rock hard, and mystically blue balled. A sharp pang of self consciousness went through him. "Um, yeah, but, uh..."

"You want me to help you again?" said Olga.

"Uh... you know what... I think I'll just deal with it," said Jet. "I know you said you're a woman all the way through, but..."

"No, I get it," she said. "If you change your mind, I'm happy to help you out still."

Jet sighed. "You really don't have to. I don't want to make you do things you don't want to."

"Women do it to us all the time," said Olga. "And you're not making me."

Jet frowned. "I know. But at the same time, you shouldn't feel obligated to, you know, make up for your, uh, new gender, or whatever. Or feel like you have to help a hard luck case. I'll be okay, I think. My Mom's a little nuts, but I think she means well. And the teachers seem to keeping things from getting too crazy. And the girls haven't done anything, you know, too severe." He paused and shivered. "Well, except that electro-bondage stuff. That was pretty crazy."

Olga cocked an eyebrow in curiosity at him. Apparently she hadn't heard about that.

"I think we'll be okay," said Jet. "We just got to suffer through this. I know it's been a few years already, but in a few more, I really think the novelty of the Magic will be worn out, and things can go back to some kind of normal.

Olga nodded, unconvincingly. "I really hope so."

Jet stood. "I should go," he said. "If you need anything, let me know."

Olga eyed his cock. "I could use a nice hot load on my tits." Jet looked at her nervously, and she laughed and winked at him. "I'm kidding!"

Jet chuckled a bit. "I think I need some time before we do anything like that again," he said.

"Sure," said Olga. "But I mean it, too. Setting aside everything else, I do like you, as a woman."

"I'm sure."

"Oh, fine, get going then," she said. She watched Jet leave, admiring his ass as he went. When the door closed, she let out another breath. She felt a bit relieved to have finally confessed her experience, instead of it just being lifted from her thoughts. Even if Jet didn't want her to touch him ever again, it meant a lot that he'd listened.

Jet, meanwhile, found himself mulling over Olga's story as he walked home. He thought about the sight of her naked body, and he didn't feel too weirded out when his cock twitched in response.

ELEVEN

Thursday was much the same as Wednesday, except that even more other guys were showing up naked. It proved to be such a distraction, that school was effectively canceled, as a free-for-all of cock teasing kept everyone too pre-occupied to learn anything. A few teachers even opted to join in the fun, calling naked boys to the front of the class and making a show of trying to have them solve problems and help with the lecture, while doing little magic teases on them, or letting the girls tease them. Ms. Bauer gave Jet a particularly hard time in the first period, teasing him until he was dripping pre-cum, then chastising him every time a drop hit the floor. She made him wipe it up with a tissue, bending over, and allowing one of the girls to give him a spank.

The Shibari duo struck twice that day, grabbing and dragging helpless boys into tucked away corners of the school where the guys were hog-tied, vibed and electro-stimmed until they were going crazy, before teachers got around to rescuing them. Their identities remained a secret, but a few girls used this to their advantage, coaxing guys into embarrassing situations with the threat of them getting snatched and tied and electro-tortured.

Jet was grabbed once more during lunch, and this time tied to one of the support pillars in the middle of the room, blindfolded and gagged. Girls were invited to use provided for feathers, riding crops, and vibrators to tease and tickle and stimulate him at will. This time, however, one of the teachers opted to put a weak orgasm block on him, and so it became a game of girls having three minutes to do everything they could to make him cum, while he edged and edged and edged. It took almost an hour's worth of tickling, stroking, and even three blowjobs, before he finally blew his load. And then, as punishment for making a mess on the floor, two girls gleefully rubbed his slick, sensitive penis head for more post-orgasm torture, until he was thrashing so hard, the ropes creaked. He could hear other shouts and moans as well, and knew several other boys were undergoing the same treatment. The whole next class period after lunch was even skipped to allow the fun to go on.

A few boys who hadn't started the day naked got stripped, their clothes locked up until the end of the day. Two of the nude boys were even outed as not being punished in anyway, but willingly stripped before reaching school, hoping to be teased. The girls made a point to not touch them all day, just point and laugh and verbally tease them, leaving their dicks untouched and needy, their balls aching for relief.

Jet and Olga didn't get a chance to talk much, the two only looking at each other shyly and a little awkwardly. Olga didn't meet him after school this time, her mother needing her back home right afterwards. As Jet started the walk back home, he felt the magic seize his cock, coaxing his erection to intense hardness, and tugging him back towards the school. As the last of the students left, Jet re-entered the building, and having no choice but to follow the tugs, was guided back through the halls to his first period classroom. There, he saw the desks and chairs had been moved to one side of the room, and a thick quilt had been laid out on the floor. He felt the magic seize him, invisible hands grabbing and moving his limbs.

His arms were moved so that his backpack slid off and fell to the floor, then he was floated up, turned, and lay down flat on the quilt, facing upwards. He was frozen, his body unable to move, save to breathe, and twitch his cock. His eyes were closed, and the magic forced them to stay shut. His heart raced as he heard the clicking of heels, as two women entered the room.

"Welcome, Jet," said the voice of Ms. Bauer. "We know you've had a difficult time keeping up with your school work, so I and a few of the other teachers thought we would give you the chance to make up your slouching grades with some make-up work."

"W-wait, what you going to do to me?" said Jet. He tried to open his eyes, tried to move, but he could do neither. The best he managed were a few twitches of his muscles.

"Relax," said the voice of Mrs. Summerset. "We're not going to rape you. We're just going to have a little fun." She gave a girlish giggle. "I haven't really played with a young guy since I first got my magic!"

Jet's mind whirled. Wasn't Mrs. Summerset married? How could she do this!

Reading his mind easily, the two women laughed. Jet counted at least five distinct voices. "Well for one thing," said Summerset, "my husband and I are separated at the moment. For another, when it comes to Sex Magic, it's not cheating if the guy doesn't cum."

"What does that mean?"

Ms. Bauer chuckled. "It means, Jethro, that when we're done here, your balls are probably going to feel like they're in a vice from how full they'll be. Sorry about that, but I really think the girls here have been spoiling you rotten, letting you cum so much. You're going to have to learn that most women aren't so generous."

Jet shivered despite the freeze spell. "Please, please be gentle," he said, pitifully.

Ms. Bauer knelt down, and pet his hair gently. "Poor Jet," she said. "Gentle doesn't get us off, I'm afraid." And then, she moved over him, sliding one leg over his chest, and bringing his head between her legs. Jet's heart pounded, and his cock surged, as he realized her legs were bare. A moist, fragrant heat was a mere inch from his face. "Now, then," she said. "Consider this some extra tutoring. A cute boy like you is going to find that there are certain skills he's going to absolutely need if he's going to survive in a Sex Mage World."

Jet opened his mouth to protest, and instead found his lips fastening onto hot, moist womanly flesh. Ms. Bauer let out a soft sigh as he instinctively drew his lips around her click, and his tongue pushed up against her sex. He let out a moan, and he felt his teachers hands press against the top and back of his head, pushing his mouth against her sex. "Now then," she said huskily. "Start licking. I'm going to do a little trick I've tried with other men. You'll be an expert at this in no time!"

As she said that, Jet could feel tingles of magic flowing from her finger tips. He could feel the heady energy sparking across his brain. He felt a sudden compulsion to lick her pussy and suckle her clit in ways he didn't even know to try. He felt almost entranced as he moved on instinct, eating out his teacher in ways he somehow knew were exactly how she liked. In only seconds, Ms. Bauer was already moaning.

And then, Jet felt something else, felt the heat and weight of a naked woman lying across his legs. And then, warm wet licks were going up and down his cock, before a mouth sucked on his penis head for a few seconds, then returned to licking. Mrs. Summerset was actually sucking him off!

The two women laughed, Mrs. Summerset's mouth pulling off him with a soft pop, and Ms. Bauer laughing between gasps of pleasure. "Well, not off, silly boy," said Summerset. "Like I said, no cumming this time. But a little turnabout is fair play, is it not?"

Jet moaned, and Bauer spurred him to lick deeper and steadier, and soon, she was clenching and gasping in orgasm! Summerset sucked Jet hard as the other woman came, and Jet bucked his hips a bit despite the freeze spell, his cock flexing hard, to no avail, edging him as Bauer eased down from her climax. Both women laughed at the helpless boy, then switched places, forcing Jet to lick Summerset, while Bauer paid attention to his cock. She used her hands instead of her mouth, but she had Jet quivering and whimpering the whole while.

It was almost sunset by the time the two women were finished giving Jet their special lesson. The poor boy was agonized with blue balls, having edged nearly a hundred times, even as he gave each woman a dozen powerful orgasms. Summerset was gracious enough, at least, to give the boy a ride home, where his mother chuckled and teased him over what a slut he was for having a threesome right in class, even as his father shamefully burned with jealousy hearing about it.

TWELVE

The following morning, Jet wasn't feeling too bad about his situation, all things considered. His balls still ached a bit from yesterday's intense oral lesson and the two-hour lunchtime teasing session, but this was going to be his last nude day. And, if he was being completely honest, given some of the horror stories he'd read online, particularly from other countries, Jet counted himself lucky. Used and abused as he was, he was practically experiencing a sexual heaven by comparison. In a world without Sex Magic, he was pretty sure he'd be jacking off to thoughts of scenarios like this plenty of times.

Of course, the reality of the situation was that this definitely wasn't a porn movie. The scenario didn't end when the sex scene was over. He was going to have to keep dealing with this sort of thing for the rest of his life, if the magic didn't just disappear. Still, what else could he do, but try to go along with it. He didn't want to end up like some of the guys he'd read about. And moping about it wasn't going to help matters. So, best to take it in stride, go through his final day, and let everyone get it out of their system for the next few weeks as other boys went through this ordeal.

It couldn't last that long at school, surely. For one thing, the whole week was practically a write-off as far as studies went. No one was paying attention in class, classes were being passed over for more sexual shenanigans, and even the teachers were slacking off. Either this would be the last day before things got serious again, or at most, it would extend through next week. So, he just had to ride it out.

He continued on to school, eventually passing the same alley where Olga had given him a handjob. He smiled a bit at the memory, thinking over what Olga had confessed to him. All things considered, with everything else going on with him, Olga probably understood him better than anyone else. And she was cute. And fully a woman, despite her origins. If only she'd also gained Sex Magic with her transformation. She'd probably be a very kind mistress.

He was snapped out of his reverie as he felt a hand reach out and yank him to the side. Jet yelped, and at first was going to just go along with it, until he realized he could actually resist the hold. He managed to slip out of the person's grip, and turned, blinking in surprise as he saw about ten of his male schoolmates standing there. All of them were nude, with hard cocks, and they were all glaring at him, pissed.

"Uh..." said Jet, backing up. He then felt two sets of hands grab him by the shoulders and arms, and two more guys start hauling him deeper into the alley. "Hey!"

"You fucking mother-fucking little dip shit!" said one of the guys. Bentley, if he recalled. The ginger-haired, broad shouldered guy loomed over his fellows and Jet in particular as the guys who'd grabbed him threw him to the ground.

Jet stumbled onto the concrete, going down on his hands and knees. He'd have likely scraped them if it weren't for the magic. Jet scrambled back to his feet, only to find a half-circle of a dozen guys surrounding him, backing him into the brick alleyway wall. They all glowered at him, and Bentley stepped forward. The huge ginger thrust a finger at Jet, missing his nose by an inch.

"This is your fault, you mother-fucking little shit!" he yelled.

Jet swallowed hard, breaking out in sweat. "What? What do you mean?"

"Thanks to you, all our mom's are forcing us to be naked!" he growled.

Jet glanced around at the others, then back at Bentley. "Uh, I noticed that, but how is this my fault?"

"The girls are obsessed!" yelled one of the other guys, a blond named Maxim. "It's all over Facebook and Twitter and even on YouTube! And then our moms are all calling each other and talking to the teachers, and they all thought what you were doing was so hilarious, they want us all to do it!"

"Actually, it's more than that," said another guy, a reedy short kid that didn't remotely look like he fit in with this group. He was the school nerd, the sort of boy who'd be picked on in a normal High School. "You know all the women in this town, all our moms, they're hard core into the female domination thing. This is just the first step, first we'll be forced naked all the time, then we're going to have to go around on hands and knees, then—"

"Shut up, Collin," said Bentley. He punched one fist into the palm of his other hand, making Jet wince. "The point is, your stupid little stunt now means all of us are going to get fucked with now. Not all of us want to strut around with our boners out for any girl to see! Not all of us want girls to be able to throw us around like ragdolls!"

Jet grit his teeth and glared up at the huge young man. "It's not my fucking fault! My fucking mother and the teachers did this to me! You see what they've been doing to me all week, how can you even hint that this was my idea?"

"I dunno, man, the girls sure seem to be having fun with you," said another guy.

Jet faltered and looked to the side. "It isn't as fun as it looks," he said. "Not every time."

"Well, boo-fucking hoo," said Bentley. "You should have grown a fucking spine and resisted more, because thanks to you, we're all being made into naked bitches."

"Oh, please, this was going to happen eventually," said Jet. "I was just the first this time. And for fuck's sake, grown a spine? Are you kidding? You know what happens when we try to so much as argue. If we were able to grow a spine, you'd be doing it right no—"

Bentley's fist shot out faster than Jet could follow, socking him right in the jaw, and sending his head slamming against the wall. Jet, stunned, collapsed onto the ground again. "I just want to live with my fucking dignity intact!" yelled Bentley. He started viciously kicking Jet in the chest and stomach, not caring that he was jamming his toes in the process. "Instead, my mom makes me naked at home, and the only way I get to cum is when she or my sister finger my asshole! I have to beg until I'm in tears! And now I can't even leave the house with any clothing, because seeing you walk around with your boner flopping about gave her too many ideas!"