A Voodoo doll

It had been a long night, but after many hours of prep work and enchanting it was ready. John woke up early in the morning and pulled out a large clay doll from his drawer. It was carved in the shape of Christian Anderson, with its broad shoulders. He dressed it in little toy clothes; a shirt, some underwear, pants, and shoes. He examined the figure and with a wicked smile spoke to it.

"Hope you're ready for your day Christian."

The one class John and Christian shared was world history. Their class had been given an assignment to research a significant historical event and to make a presentation for the class. Students filed into the room and John passed by Christian on his way to his seat.

"Forgot your creepy little book today Doe?" Christian said.

"Actually," John spoke, " I brought something else today Anderson. It's a surprise that'll make sure you never forget this day." John gave his wicked smile and Christian for a moment was taken aback. He didn't like just how confident Doe sounded. But he quickly brushed it off. Compared to him, Doe was a mouse, what could he possibly do?

Class began and student were called by the professor to start their presentations. Prof. Martin was a popular teacher among the student body in no small part due to his handsome face, and fit physique. But also because for as smart and versed in his field as he was, he was also rather gullible. He often fell for even the most ridiculous of lies due to his trusting nature.

John was among the first students to give his presentation. His was on the Salem witch trials, and how similar patterns of dehumanizing groups of **** people were still prevalent to this day. Prof. Martin praised John's presentation as he sat down. Prof. Martin looked over his roll sheet for the next student to present.

"Mr. Anderson, how about you go next." the professor called out. Christian stood up with a groan and made his way towards the front of the class. John smirked as now was time to enact his plan. As Christian set up his presentation, John reached into his bag and pulled out the clay doll he made. He muttered under his breath an enchantment. The air grew a little stiffer as his magic placed a light influence on the rest of the students and on Prof. Martin.

With the last preparations in place, John gently stroked the cheek of the doll. Christian scratched at the same cheek, but John had to be sure it worked. He gently tugged on the shirt of the doll and saw the fabric on Christian's shirt inexplicably move in the same direction. With that, John gave his most wicked smirk yet, shaking with excitement.

Christian began his lecture, and he wasn't even a page in when John pulled on the fabric of the doll's shirt in a swift motion, ripping it clean off. It that instant Christian's shirt ripped off him, leaving his bare chest exposed. But Christian kept going, he didn't even notice he was now naked from the waist up. The class however did notice, but just didn't feel compelled to comment or speak up about it. A subtle influence charm ensured they would remain seated until the real fun began.

John took a moment to admire his work. Christian may have had broad shoulders and a strong chest, but he had a surprisingly slim waste giving that triangle body shape. His pecs were large and smooth and there could even be seen a little happy trail of pale blonde hairs coming up from his jeans. For a moment John wondered if Lance looked like this with his clothes off.

John quickly refocused himself. The doll required he had to focus on the target. And if Lance came into his mind, it was possible that the doll could end up effecting him instead. So John cleared his mind and focused on his rage. His anger and resentment over every humiliating act and degradation Christian had put him through that he had been powerless to stop until now. With his resolved hardened John continued.

John pinched onto the fabric on the dolls pants and, almost viscously, ripped them off. Christian's pants came flying off and John was met with absolute delight. Christian was wearing a jockstrap underneath. And a rather tight fitting one to. The bulge left little to the imagination and it was clear muscles weren't the only thing on Christian that were big.

John used the doll to compel Christian to face the board so he could get a better view of his ass. And what a view it was. Big, round. jiggly even, globes being hugged in by the frame of a jockstrap. John could hardly breathe as he thought of all the things he wanted to do with those cheeks alone. The class' reaction must have been a little more fierce as some of them had managed to break the influence, if only slightly, to gasp and giggle at Christian's state. With a little focus, the influence was reset and the class was silent once more as Christian continued to go on unaware that he was just a thread away from bearing it all.

And why wait? John thought to himself. He grabbed the piece of material representing Christian's underwear and quick as a flash ripped it off. John didn't notice where the jockstrap had went. He was too distracted by Christian's thick soft cock flapping in the air, and the shaking of his balls as they all settled back down. John had to bite down on his knuckles to stop himself from breaking out laughing. Christian Anderson, his long time tormentor, was standing in front of him an entire classroom of people with nothing but his socks and shoes on.