Telekinesis

(Author's note: I do not own nor did I write this story. Credit for this tale, "Luke and the Magician", goes to a user who goes under the name enmstorypic from another site. I really enjoyed this story so I received permission from the creator to re-post this. I wanted to share this all with you and I hope you enjoy.)

Marvel was keen to keep the good times rolling. “For my next trick,” he announced in a loud, booming voice, “I will demonstrate for you all the power of telekinesis. That is, I will move an object with only the strength of my mind!” As the crowd murmured appreciatively, Marvel began his act in earnest. He waved his wand, scrunched up his face in a parody of concentration, and pointed at Luke. With a pop, all of the buttons on Luke’s shirt flew open, exposing his smooth chest to the audience. Startled, Luke stumbled back a few steps. How had the man done that?

As the audience applauded, the Mysterious Marvel grinned at Luke and decided to turn it up a notch. With another flick of his wrist and a wink, the man sent Luke’s pants sliding to the floor, once again revealing his black boxer briefs to the crowd. Luke immediately felt the heat come rushing to his face as he was completely embarrassed on stage. It had been embarrassing enough to have the Mysterious Marvel waving his shorts around in front of everyone but it was one hundred times worse to actually be seen in them! He consoled himself with the fact that his boxer briefs still covered quite a bit of skin. Another flick of the Mysterious Marvel’s wand sent Luke’s pants climbing back up his legs. Another three times the magician pulled Luke’s pants down and then back up as the audience laughed in delight. On the fourth try, when Luke’s pants were once again down at his ankles, he flicked his wrist, pointed… and nothing happened.

A frown on his face, the magician turned to the audience. “Dear me,” he said, “it seems as though the lad’s pants don’t want to come back up.” Luke bent down and tried to pull them up, but to no avail. His pants were stuck down at his ankles, held in place by some unseen ****. Luke tugged frantically at the pants pooled around his ankles. They wouldn’t budge! He could hear the audience laughing at the show and felt himself growing more and more ****. Marvel, however, was delighted. He was pleased to see what Luke had been hiding under his trousers and was thoroughly enjoying humiliating the poor stud in front of all these people.

“Please,” Luke cried out, turning to the magician. “Pull my pants back up! This is so embarrassing!”

Chuckling to himself, the Mysterious Marvel raised Luke’s pants with a flick of his fingers. “There you are, my boy,” he laughed, already planning his next trick. The audience had already picked up on a common theme behind each of the magician’s tricks and was eagerly awaiting his next move, keen to see how his gorgeous hunk of an assistant would be humiliated next.