. . . his familiar."
Luke asks, "What's a familiar?"
John says, "Oh, you don't know much about magic but that is a good thing. Not knowing about magic means you haven't filled your head with the nonsense that popular movies say about magic. Not knowing about magic means that you can listen and learn what I have to say. My son Erick is becoming a wizard. However, life is dangerous for new wizards. Until this year, I had placed a spell on him to keep him from using magic until he was old enough to avoid foolish mistakes but even now that he's old enough, he needs to practice safely. I'm not willing to release his full power to him until he's practiced magic on a smaller scale. That is where you come in. You will serve double duty. He can practice magic on you and I've already cast spells on you to act as a magic shield for him."
Luke says, "I don't want him to practice magic on me."
John is about to remind Luke that he doesn't have a choice but Erick speaks instead, "Allow me, Dad. I want Luke to want this."
Erick leads Luke by his balls back to Luke's former bedroom. Luke tries to resist but the magic moves his arms and legs. Erick shuts the door so it's just him and Luke. Erick stimulates Luke to an erection.
Luke protests, "I'm not gay."
Erick says, "Neither am I. My familiar has to be male so learn to enjoy it. A lot of magic power is tied up in your sexuality. That's why I chose you."
Luke asks, "My sexuality has magic power?"
Erick says, "Well, it didn't have sexual power yesterday but my Dad let me see several cocks and yours seemed like it would make the best magic receptacle. If I have to play with a cock, yours is the only cock for me."
Luke says, "Great, so because I have a great cock, I have to give up my life."
Erick says, "Oh, it won't be so bad. Like I said, I want you to enjoy it. How about we start with something small. Is there a shirt you saw in the store that you wished you owned?"
Luke says, "I did see this nice blue and green one. I was hoping to get it as a gift. It would show off my muscles."
Erick says, "Great, just think about that shirt."
Erick increases his stimulation of Luke. It doesn't take long for Luke to shoot his load but what he shoots isn't cum. Instead, pure magical energy comes out of Luke's cock. The energy wraps around Luke, hollowing him out. Soon Erick holds a blue and green shirt instead of Luke's cock.
Erick then casts another spell to allow the shirt to talk. Only Erick can hear the shirt.
Erick holds the shirt in front of a mirror. "That is a great shirt you picked out. You look good."
Luke asks, "You turned me into a shirt?"
Erick says, "Not just any shirt. You are the shirt you wanted."
Luke says, "The shirt I wanted to wear, not the shirt I wanted to be."
Erick says, "Well you can't wear yourself can you?"
Luke asks, "Is that supposed to be a joke cause it's not funny."
Erick says, "Well it is a joke my friend. You're going to be my friend so you better develop a sense of humor. Now I'm going to try you on and see how great you look on me?"
Luke cries, "Wait." But there is no stopping Erick. Luke feels himself stretched and filled by Erick.
Erick says, "Now do you look good or not."
Luke says, "I look good on you. I wanted to look good on me."
Erick says, "There you go again talking about wearing yourself. It sounds foolish. But did you notice you already think of yourself as a shirt?"
Luke cries, "You magically messed with my mind."
Erick says, "No we didn't. You're still the same Luke you've always been. I'm surprised that you already identify yourself as a shirt. I thought I'd have to wear you for a month to get you used to it before you'd relax and realize being a shirt is not a bad identity. I suspect now you may have a secret clothing fetish that makes you accept this easier than normal. If that's the case, I could use a new swimsuit. What do you say?"
Luke says, "You're not wrapping me around your junk."
Erick says, "Eventually I will. Face it, you secretly would love to be my swimsuit. I bet right now you are imagining what you would look like on me."
Erick stimulates his shirt.