Pause

Nate waited impatiently while Liam sat there trying to think. While he waited, he looked around the classroom and tried to get a good understanding of what was going on, who these people were, what the teacher was like, even listening to a little about the lesson, to scout for information about what his options were. For a moment, he even considered screwing over Liam, something he had promised he wouldn't do, and he continued to tell himself that he wouldn't actually do it. But that was the temptation of his powers: that he could get away with all of it. He could sneak out and leave Liam here to be caught by his classmates. He could make Liam ejaculate in his seat right now. He could change the lesson to make Liam a live model and **** him to stand up ini front and pose with his reproductive organs on display. And he could make Liam complicit in all of this, or make him aware of it but unable to do anything about it, or make Liam forget him and his powers, and the encounter with Ms. Cole completely. But he continued to tell himself that the wouldn't do that, and he was grateful that he was the one with the mind control powers and not Liam, because if Liam could read his thoughts right now he would surely feel betrayed.

Finally, after watching Liam sit there in deep thought, which Nate didn't read because he wanted to be surprised, he saw Liam write on the paper and slide it over to him, only for it to say 'I don't know,' and beneath that 'this is frustrating.'

Nate looked up as his companion with disappointment, but Liam just shrugged his bare shoulders at him.

With a sigh, Nate closed his eyes and focused really hard. Liam wondered what was happening, and then he noticed that his teacher had stopped talking. In fact, she wasn't moving at all, just standing there, almost in suspended animation. Then Liam noticed that the reason why none of the students were responding to this was because they were the same way. He looked at the table across from them and saw one of the students sitting there with a pencil in his hand, halfway through his notes nut not continuing them. Then Nate pushed his seat out and stood up, stretching is arms in the air.

"Finally," he said. He started walking up the aisle and looking around, checking his handiwork.

"What did you do?" asked Liam.

"I froze them. They are all safe and okay. Well, I mean, if something were to hit them they couldn't move out of the way, but their bodily functions are all active. If it helps, consider their current state as that of sleepwalking. They aren't conscious, and when they wake up they will not perceive any time has passed."

While Nate spoke, Liam also got up from his seat and started walking around, getting a closer look at the students and waving his hand win front of their faces

"But won't they notice time missing from the clock?" asked Liam.

"Well, that depends on how long I keep them like this. If it's only for a few minutes they won't even notice. If they wake up several hours from now they will definitely notice. I'd say we have about half and hour to 45 minutes."

"Forty five minutes? That's way too long. There's no way they will wake up with forty five minutes and not notice."

"Oh they will definitely notice, but common sense will tell them that it just felt like time was missing. It will seem the more logical explanation than anything else that can think of. If all else fails I can fill in memories or restrict their ability to believe otherwise."

"How do you know all this? How long have you been doing this?"

"Look, can we just move on. Trying to explain everything to you step by step is exhausting. All you need to know is that they are frozen, so now we and talk and do whatever we want for a while. Now, do you have any ideas? Because if not I think I'll take over."

Liam looked around for something to do, partially distracted by all the new information. He couldn't get over how cool it all was. Nate couldn't blame him, he was like this at first too. He was reading Liam's thoughts as he tried to think of something he wants (a difficult question for most people as they are used to giving a "correct" answer rather than a "true" one, but this is getting philosophical enough as it is) until he remembered what he came here for, which was simply showing up to class naked, and now that he looked down at himself with his dick out in plain sight he wondered what to do next.

"Go ahead," said Nate.

"What?" said Liam.

"You want to wank. I can see it in your mind."

"Don't do that."

"Oh so now you don't want me reading your thoughts. I am a telepathic, it's what I do. And I'm a pervert to boot. You can't think of anything that will make me shame you. You want to have a wank in class, go ahead. Look."

Nate reached down and started stroking his penis, which was flaccid from the dull conversation and desensitization to the situation. Nonetheless, he pulled his foreskin back and forth over his glans, while waving around with his other hand to show how little it mattered.

Liam watched Nate, looked down at himself, and then started joining in. The two of them found themselves masturbating together, and they started growing erect. Nate took his hand away from his cock, letting it just hand there, protruding from his waist.

"Come on," he said. "You wanna do something fun?"

"Sure," said Liam, enjoying a few more strokes before stopping as well.

"Good. Grab a pair of scissors and follow my lead."

Nate walked over to the teacher's desk, which had a pencil holder with a pair of large adult scissors in it, which he took and then proceeded to walk over to the student in the first row and pull out her seat, just a little, and unbutton her jeans. She remained oblivious as he pulled her jeans down slightly, just enough to see her panties, and he started to cit away at the sides. During this time Liam was going through the drawers to find a pair of scissors of his own, and when he finally found them, he turned around to see Nate stand there, still naked of course, with the scissors in one hand, and with the other he was twirling around the student's panties, which he had cut down the sides and slid off.

"I'll do this side, you do the right side," he said.

"Got it," said Liam.

They worked for a few minutes. Some students' undergarments are less accessible than others, and they made sure to pull up the pants of each student and push their chair back in when they were done, so that aside from the obvious, there would be no difference. Liam was about halfway through his side when he noticed something.

"Ha! Nate check this out!"

"What?"

Liam shrugged his shoulders. "My job's already been done."

"She's not wearing any?"

"Nope."

"Nice, but keep going though. And be careful not to hurt any of them with the scissors."

"Don't worry, I'm being careful."

"Actually, go back and do the women's bras too."

"Oh yeah, that's a good idea."

After a few more minutes the two naked pranksters were done, including doing the same to the teacher. They pick up the underwear on the floor and stuff it in an unused cabinet, since the stash we too big for the trash can. When they were done, they returned to their seats and Nate began to reset the class.

"Now, don't get too excited," said Nate. "The might not notice at first."

"Yeah, alright. Hey will they still not be able to notice us?"

"Well, they noticed us before, they just couldn't perceive our nudity. But I can make us invisible to them completely, sure. Give me a minute."

Nate closed his eyes, careful not to screw anything up, and as Liam watched, the class reanimated, having not noticed the past fifteen minutes. They both looked around the room and noticed that lowly but surely some of their classmates (well, Liam's classmates) started sifting awkwardly in their seat and lookin around nervously. The two accomplices were grinning at each other, but then Liam did something that Nate didn't expect. He leaned back and put his bare legs and feet up on the table, and then he started masturbating again. He very quickly got rock hard and then pulled his legs down and used his chair to climb up on the table, where he continued to masturbate to no one's objection. Liam looked down at Nate with a smile, and the excitement must have been contagious because watching Liam get such a thrill out of the situation started making Nate want to jerk off to.

"Hey," said Liam, but he wasn't talking to Nate. He was speaking to his classmates. "Hey!" he said, louder. "Everybody look, I'm jerking off."

He jumped off the table and walked up the aisle. "I'm naked, in school, and I'm masturbating. I like it. I'm a pervert." He took his hand away and shook his hips letting his cock wiggle around near the faces. He walked up to the front and tuned around. Nate could read his thoughts and thought it interesting to experience that excitement from a different perspective. He synced up their thoughts in such a way that when Liam felt pleasure from standing directly in front of the students in the for row, waving his cock in their faces as they started straight ahead, thinking that they are really looking at their lesson, Nate felt the same rush, and when Liam came, they both did. Liam jizzing on the teacher's desk and Nate doing so on the floor, both in ecstasy.

Afterwards, the two of them grabbed some tissues that were kept in the classroom and cleaned themselves off and took their seats, and by the time they did so the class was nearly over and it wa the last class of the day. Figuring that they had a choice of staying and having to get dressed since Nate can only handle ssh many people at once and walking out naked wasn't an option, or they could leave early, beating the rush and doing so completely nude.

Liam's parent usually picked him up from carpool since he didn't have another mode of transport, so he texted his mother to drive down and pick him up down the block from the school and not to ask questions. She did as she was told and texting him back that this deserved a good explanation. The two of them walked through the hallways barefoot and bare-assed and exited through the side entrance, putting on their shoes and running down to where they expected Liam's mom to be parked, which she was, true to her word she had pulled out of the carpool lane tome them.

"She has almost definitely seen us in the mirrors by now," said Liam, looking over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being watched.

"She has," said Nate.

"What's she thinking?"

"She's concerned. She thinks this is apart of some hazing ritual. She thinks you might be being bullied or peer pressured."

"Peer pressured? Definitely."

The two of them grinned at each other.

The automatic sliding doors to Liam's mom's family minivan slid open as they ran over and climbed in the back seat. The moment they entered the vehicle she was about to start asking questions when she suddenly felt as if it was very important to not question anything until she had heard the whole story (this was Nate's doing).

"Hey Mom," said her son, who slapped the other boy on the back, which made a very distinct sound of skin-on-skin contact. "This is Nate."

"It's nice to meet you," said Fran.

"It's nice to meet you to Mrs..." he turned to Liam, "what's your last name?"

"Harris," said Liam.

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Harris."

"Can you take us to your's and Liam's house please?"

"Sure," said Fran Harris. As she started to drive she saw the two boys look at each other and smile, but she couldn't understand what was so funny. Maybe it had to do with their lack of clothes, which she didn't mind as much anymore. She told herself it was none of her business, and if her son wants to tell her why he came home for school naked today he will tell her. Although, it suddenly made sense to her why they wanted to be picked up away from the entrance.

After a handful of minutes they pulled into the Harris residence driveway.

"You might want to put on some shorts before we go in," said Nate. "Your neighbors might see."

"Alright," replied Liam.

She watched non-judgmentally as the two boys each took off their shoes and pulled out pairs of shorts from their bags and put them on, without any underwear. Once they were legally covered they exited the car and walked shirtless into the house.

Once inside, Nate looked at the house. It was fairly nice, similar to his own home. He kept looking around, taking in all the decorations and furniture while Liam stood there awkwardly, the realization of what they just did hitting him.

"Um, we can go up to my room, if you want," he said.

"Are you sure you and your friend don't want a snack?" his mother said, her head peering out of the kitchen.

Liam looks at Nate, who shrugs his shoulders indifferently.