Saturday, October 8, 2011

Just A Little Scene: Captive


The gentle feeling of feathers tickling Cale’s balls was at first a pleasant sensation to wake up to. He would start to squirm into the feeling, trying to shift his hips so the feathers would instead stroke along his shaft. However, the feathers would unerringly follow his balls, causing him to shift more. He would then start to awaken more fully, and would try to reach down to grab the feathers, or better yet, the hand holding them.

Then he’d feel the restraints holding back his arms. As soon as that registered, his eyes would snap open, and even though it never worked, not once, he’d immediately jerk at the bonds as his gaze opened to see one of the most stunningly beautiful women he’d ever seen. This alone would have been enough to calm him down, if it weren’t for two things: One, that upon awakening, he was now aware of the acute ache in his balls from days (weeks?) without orgasm. Two, that the young woman currently feathering said balls wasn’t doing it with her hands, but with the tip of her elegant black wings.

Shit. Every morning, Cale prayed he’d wake up and it would have all been a dream. That he’d be back in his bed, and his girlfriend would have decided to get a little kinky and play with his nuts to wake him up. His prayer had yet to be answered. He was still here, in a village of demihumans, somewhere on the Forbidden Continent. He was still a prisoner to this vicious minx of a winged woman, so beautiful, yet so cruel despite the sweet smile she almost always gave him.

He gave up his struggles, though his hips still twitched, bucking now really, as the winged woman continued to tickle his balls with her wingtip. She giggled as her other wing come forward, and the tip made a few quick swipes along his penis head, which was already flowing with pre-cum. He hissed and bucked harder into the air, but it was no use. The woman laughed again, and moved to undo the binds on his hands and wrists.

He winced as her fingertips came near him, the thin talons extending from the tips sharp enough to cut through bone. But her movements were quick and dexterous, and even though it looked like she had barely passed her hands over the knots, they came apart with ease, freeing his arms and legs.

“Siva!” came a melodic voice from the window. “Rkk lck ou sli vk?”

The winged woman turned and spoke a similarly incomprehensible sentence. Cale still hadn’t learned the demi-humans’ language; too many syllables he couldn’t even pronounce, whistles and clicks he still couldn’t figure out the pattern for. About the best he’d done was learn that “Siva” was the winged woman’s name.

Siva turned back to her captive, and watched him sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, rubbing his wrists where the bonds had held them. He winced as the ache in his balls flared for a moment as they were moved since the first time last night; he yearned more than anything to rub one out just to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t dare move to even cup himself. He waited for the ache to pass, then stood. Siva motioned with her hand that he could pass, and he did so, stepping through the small three room home, and out into the backyard. He was still bucked naked.

After a short stop at the “facilities,” which was nothing more than a hole in the ground behind a short wall, he fetched the bucket and got water from the well, then hauled it back into the house. The whole time, he ignored the sniggering, catcalls, and occasional spitting noises from the winged woman’s neighbors. He didn’t look at them.

He set the water down in what more or less passed for the kitchen and took a small drink, and then he kneeled at the table before his captor. She spent a few minutes making use of the water, boiling it for tea, taking a rag and washing herself a bit. Then without warning, she whirled and picked Cale up bodily, throwing him against the wall, she yanked off her barely-there tunic and pounced on him, biting the right side of his neck and pinning his arms against the wall. She pushed her sex, slick with seemingly sudden excitement, against his, causing him to almost instantly grow hard. She impaled herself upon him, flapping her wings and using them to brace herself. She began to fuck him with rapid, jerky thrusts.

Cale gasped and threw his head back, moaning. She was tight, oh, god she was tight, and her pussy was burning hot. Even with her teeth clamped onto his neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to leave marks, she moaned in a high pitched series of cries. He shuddered as he felt the cum roil in balls. Her grip on his wrists and neck tightened, and her could feel her claws and teeth threatening to split the skin. Somehow, Cale found the will to keep himself from cumming. He couldn’t hold on. It was too much, had been too long since he’d blown his load. He was going to lose it!

Suddenly, before he even realized it at first, she was off him, jumping back and then bending over, her eyes wide and studious as she watched his cock jerk. She reached out, her talons glinting in the light as they hovered barely half an inch from his cock. Then, after a few skipped heartbeats, the need to cum subsided, and he let out a huge breath, sliding down to the floor, gasping. He looked up at his captor warily.

Siva frowned for just a moment as she watched his cock continue to twitch a few times, then looked into his eyes and smiled. She pat him on the head affectionately, then snapped her fingers, and pointed to the spot in front of her. Cale struggled back up to his knees and bowed before her, kissing her feet. Satisfied, she turned and continued her task in the kitchen.

Cale let out a low, shaky breath. This woman, no, this creature, was fucking insane. No wonder these freaks weren’t allowed on the mainland of Civero. Cale wondered if he’d ever see it again.

He winced as he heard another sound from outside the window, this one a scream coming from next door. Another familiar part of the morning ritual; the creatures next door, hulking bullmen with thick, foot long cocks, had taken his girlfriend, and every morning, they fucked her in every hole, making her cum until she couldn’t even move until sometime in the mid-afternoon. As sickened with himself as it made him, Cale couldn’t help but be jealous. Her captors made her cum her brains out.

Of course, it was possible Siva was just screwing with him. Part of him doubted she would actually cut his junk off; she’d lose her favorite toy. But Cale had seen the mad gleam in her eyes the time he’d tried to touch himself. He wasn’t about to risk it.

As he listened to his girlfriend getting fucked into inhuman bliss, Cale tried his damnedest to ignore the ache in balls, even as Siva kept tickling his sex with her wings. One day, he swore he’d get them out of here, somehow. Until then, no matter how much his body yearned for it, he prayed he wouldn’t cum.

Just A Little Scene: Out Late

I’d told Dan I would be back in a couple hours, that I was just getting dinner with a friend. At the time, I hadn’t expected to chase said dinner down with a martini. Then a second one. Then a third. Suffice to say by that point, we took our sweet time getting back.

Sandra and I stumbled into the tiny apartment somewhere around 2 in the morning, giggling like a couple of loons. I don’t really even remember what we were talking about, just that pretty much everything either of us said seemed hilarious at the time. We more or less collapsed onto the floor, catching our breaths from the walk back.

A few moments passed before I became aware of the high pitched moans and whimpers coming from the bed. For a minute, I couldn’t figure out what that noise could possibly be. I stood and went over to it, swaying slightly in my drunken haze, and saw Dan lying on the bed. For a brief moment, I wondered what he was doing there. Then I saw his penis jerking rhythmically, and I suddenly remembered.

“Oh, shit.” I had completely forgotten about him; before I’d gone to meet Sandra, I’d left him on the bed with a tendril of teasing, magical energy playing with his cock. A second spell prevented him from cumming, no matter how long the energy stimulated him. A third spell kept him frozen on the couch, preventing him from touching himself, or even escaping his predicament. It was a regular part of foreplay for us, but it usually never went on for more than an hour, maybe two if I was feeling extra playful.

However, this time, he had been left suffering continuous sexual teasing for the better part of six hours! I cast my senses over him and realized with a small shock that the sensations were far stronger than I had left him with.

Poor Dan. Tears streamed from his eyes, and his voice was hoarse from so much moaning and whimpering. His penis was an ugly shade of dark red, and sizable pool of pre-cum had collected and partially dried on his stomach. “Oh, you poor thing, I’m so sorry.” I went over and kneeled next to him and reached out to pet his cock.

I paused, however. I gazed at his cock in wonder. Aside from the dark color, the veins were bulging out grotesquely, and the penis head was swollen so large, it looked like it would split. His balls were fully engorged and taught. I thought I had never seen his cock like this before. It looked like such tension would be incredibly painful, and yet the cries from Dan were ones of pure ecstasy. At least for now, they were. In my drunken stupor, I watched his cock throb and bounce, nearly entranced.

Suddenly, Sandra dropped down to her knees on the floor in front of me with a loud thump. I jumped, having not heard her come in. “Holy crap, that looks fucking delicious,” she said, “I amped up your pleasure signal as we left, and boy, it’s really done a number on him!” Then, she leaned forward, grasping Dan’s cock and popping his penis head into her mouth. This happened so suddenly, I was too stunned at first to stop her. Her head bobbed sloppily on Dan’s cock, her tongue lapping at the head, and Dan let out a near scream that made us both jump. Sandra burst out laughing, letting him go.

I placed a hand on Dan’s forehead, and tried to cut off the psychic sensations teasing his cock, but trying to use my powers in my current state proved too difficult. I only managed to calm Dan down slightly, before my concentration broke.

“Hey,” I said, my words slightly slurred. “Turn it off. We should just let him rest.” I made another attempt to reach into his mind and fumbled with the psychic “latch” that held him prone and teased. I kept slipping. “Shit, this isn’t working. Come on, help me turn it off.”

“Nah, why waste the moment? I didn’t get my chance with him at the party!” said Sandra. She stood back up, and yanked her shorts down, stumbling as she kicked them off. Before I could even protest, she was on top of him.

“Hey!” I said, moving to push her off. However, she had already positioned herself to take Dan inside her, so all my push ended up doing was make her drop down onto his cock, burying his full length inside her.

Dan lot out a howl of pleasure and his body convulsed. I redoubled my concentration and reached into his head, trying to snap him out of his tormented state. This time, I got a firm grip on the mental latch, but it refused to budge.

“Oh, no you don’t!” said Sandra. I realized she was holding the latch down with her own powers. She raised herself up and dropped back down, letting out a pleased sigh. She started bouncing on Dan’s hideously engorged cock. I tried again to free him, and realized with a start that Sandra was preventing my efforts.

“Stop!” I said.

“Oh, don’t—oh!—don’t be a—nnn—a prude!” said Sandra. She started to twitch, her breaths coming in short gasps as she already neared orgasm. I was amazed; she had been riding his cock for less than a minute. She let out a loud cry as she came, and slowed her hips until she was sitting still upon him, flexing her walls against his cock. “Oh, this is so fucking great,” she said breathlessly. “He’s so fucking wired up. You need to try this Sally, just open your mind to him, and you’ll cum in an instant!”

“I don’t…” I said, but then I felt Sandra’s psychic hands inside my mind. I was stunned at how adept she was, despite her drunken state. I felt Sandra grasp something in my mind, and pull it towards Dan’s psyche. I felt something click, and then I could feel it!

Oh, god, it was just like at the party! I immediately collapsed on the floor, letting out a cry. Pleasure overwhelmed me, pleasure so sharp it cut through my core like a knife, striking each of my hot spots with surgical precision. Instantly, I was drenching my shorts in my juices. I bucked and writhed on the floor, my hands clutching and grasping for something to hold onto. I felt a hand grasp mine, and I held on for dear life. Sandra had gotten off Dan and was kneeling next to me. She gathered me into her arms and held me, even as she forced the connection between my mind and Dan’s to go on. I thrashed and screamed and cried as orgasms hit me in such rapid succession, I felt as though I were experiencing a single continuous release, lasting forever.

Finally, Sandra broke the connection and I melted into her arms, shivering. She stroked my hair and whispered soothingly into my ear as I got control of myself. “There, there,” she said. “Wasn’t that good? Wasn’t that just so fucking good?”

“Too good,” I gasped. “I need to lie down.”

“Come on,” said Sandra. She helped me up onto the bed next to Dan, and then lay down on the other side of him. She grasped my hand and waited for me to catch my breath. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s try it again, something a little lighter this time.” I gave her a helpless look. I was already exhausted. She just smiled and coaxed me further. “It’s ok. This’ll be a lot easier.” I felt her mind caressing my psyche even as her hand caressed my arm. Still a bit doubtful, I consented, and opened our minds once again to Dan’s. This time, we only opened up a crack, letting ourselves feel a steady, but low stream, perhaps only ten percent of what Dan was feeling. We both let out gasps as the sensations ran through our pussies, vibrating against our clits and g-spots. The connection ran invisible fingertips around and around our pussy lips, and a steady pulse throbbed inside us, like a phantom penis moving lovingly inside it. It wasn’t enough to send me instantly spiraling into orgasm, but a few minutes of this, and I would probably cum.

“I love doing this,” said Sandra, a bit breathlessly. “Just riling up my boy and then buzzing off his pleasure all night long.” A minute passed and she began to gasp, orgasming on the spot. She caught her breath, though, and rode the buzz some more, cumming again a few minutes later, with me joining her.

That’s how it went for both of us. We snuggled against Dan, and talked and giggled over random things the whole night, the steady hum of pleasure giving us small orgasms every few minutes. I lost count of how many mini-climaxes we had; Sandra probably had double mine, she was such a hair trigger. Poor Dan never had one. Eventually, we came ourselves to sleep, the connection severing as we drifted off, the sounds of Dan’s whimpers lulling us into our slumber.

Just A Little Scene: Wake Up Call

“I have you now, my little superhero!” With a wave of her hand, the man who had just burst into her lair was suddenly bound in place, hovering helplessly in the air. Despite his great strength, he had no leverage, and could not break the grasp of her mystical hands. With a flick of her wrist, his shiny silver costume was shredded to pieces, leaving him naked before her.

“You won’t win, enchantress!” he said defiantly.

She laughed haughtily. “Oh really?” She floated up to him as she moved her magic hands to hog tie him in mid air. she smirked as she gave his penis a tap with the tip of her finger. He shuddered as his organ was suddenly filled with energy, causing it to erect quickly. When he was fully hard, she leaned down and kissed the tip of him gently. He let out a groan as she magically channeled pure pleasure through her lips straight into the nerves of his organ.

“Y-you c-can’t beat me that way, witch,” he said. “My will is stronger than… than…” His eyes widened. “Oh god…”

She began slowly stripping off her robes, revealing her body to him. The mere sight of her naked flesh was enough to drive men crazy with lust, and for all his supposed great willpower, the superhero was just as helpless as any man before his primal lusts. Of course, it didn’t help that her magic was also inflaming his libido directly.

She began to cast spells of pleasure on his cock, her fingers dancing just above his organ, sending arrows and waves of ecstasy through him. she leaned close to his face, purring into his ear. “You thought you could just waltz in here and bring me to justice, hm? Well, I was waiting for you, you know. I have a little spell I made especially for you.”

He could only gasp and twitch in response as the pleasure already began to exceed normal human tolerance. Only his superhuman stamina was letting him hold on. She floated her body over his, and straddled him, letting him slide into her. He let out a scream of ecstasy as her pussy nearly fried his nerves with rapture. She simply stayed that way for a while with him buried inside, flexing her walls around his cock and roasting his penis with magical ecstasy. He began to convulse.

She leaned close to him again. “This spell is such that if you cum inside me, you will be my slave forever. You will become my mindless servant, and I will use you to fulfill my evil schemes. And just so you know, it will also be the last orgasm you ever experience; you will spend your days serving me, always craving her, but never again will you know release from your desires.”

He fought as hard as he could to control himself, and he almost managed it. But it was not to be. Slowly, she slid up and down on him, and there was no way he could hold on, no way…

***

With a tremendous yelp, Sam lurched awake just as he came, splattering his semen all over himself, a few shots even hitting his face. When his orgasm finally subsided, Sam raised his head, dazed, trying to get his bearings. He saw Michelle sitting in a chair next to the bed, with a huge smile on her face.

“I did it!” she said with a laugh. “I actually did it!”

“D-did what?” Sam said breathlessly.

“I learned a new trick with my powers! Dream control! I was able to get into your head and make your dream feel hyper-real! You came like a freakin’ fire hose! Man, I should have set up the camera!”

“Holy fuck,” he croaked, looking at himself and the huge mess he’d made. Or rather, the huge mess his girlfriend had made him make just by thinking it. “That was you?”

Michelle leaned over and kissed him deeply. She pulled up a towel she’d already set on the side table, and dried him off. “Just imagine, I could wake you up like that every day now!”

“Better not,” he said, grinning. “I’d never want out of bed!”

They laughed, and she kissed him again. “Eh, you’re probably right. Besides, you have the most cornball sex dreams I have ever seen!” she giggled again as he blushed sheepishly.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Good Game

“So, that’s all we gotta do? Score three times, and we win?” Rick looked dubiously at the six girls who just nodded and grinned.

The petite blond in the front, Jessie, nodded and said, “Yep! Whichever team scores three times first is the winner.” She reached over and gave him a light punch on the arm. “Come on, man, you’re not afraid of a bunch of girls are you?” Her posse of friends giggled as she winked.

Rick swallowed and looked back at his team. The five other guys behind him just gave him a hopeful look. “Hey man,” said Tim, to his left. “Seems like an easy score to me.”

Rick turned back and rubbed his chin in thought. Yeah, it seemed like an easy score. Jessie had challenged Rick and his teammates to a quick match of football, right here in the practice field. If Rick and his team could score a goal three times before the girls did, the girls would fuck them to orgasm anyway they wanted. If the girls won, however, the boys merely had to buy them dinner. Which, of course, might lead to other things afterwards anyway… or at least the girls implied as such.

This was a bet no male could turn down. Like most males, Rick and his team were magically prevented from masturbating or having orgasms, which meant they relied entirely on females and their Sex Magic for sexual relief. Being popular young studs, these boys usually had better luck than most men at getting laid, but that also meant a lot more girls were interested in playing with and teasing them. Rick himself hadn’t had any relief for nearly two weeks, not since his last date had blue balled the hell out of him after he’d pissed her off.

Overnight in Civero

NOTE: Found this in my incomplete writings pile. Not sure if anything was supposed to come of it, but the scene seemed nice enough on its own. Basically, the characters are interdimensional travelers having a sojourn in the world of Civero.

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As Kess slid into bed next to Zane, she smiled slyly. Zane kissed her and the two made out for a few minutes. Travel through the highly erotic world of Civero had certainly sparked up the two young lovers’ lusts. Since their stay, they had had several rounds of intense sex, but Kess wanted to do something a little different tonight.

Kess leaned into Zane’s ear and whispered huskily, “I’m in the mood to be a little naughty. Want me to tie you up?”

Zane leaned back a bit, a look of surprise on his face. “You never like tying me up,” he said. This was true, even though he loved it, bondage just wasn’t Kess’s thing. She humored him from time to time, and of course, Zane paid her back well each time, but it had been a while. Here in Civero, however, Zane was often reminded of his kinks, and had been bursting to try something kinkier than normal.

“Well, maybe this world’s getting to me a bit,” said Kess with a wink. She slipped out of the bed, and started undressing. Zane stayed in bed, but hastily followed suit. Kess went to their things and pulled out four cloths of varying length. They didn’t have actual ties, so Kess had to improvise with belts and scarves, but it would do the trick. She went back over and gave Zane a kiss, then proceeded to tie him, hand and foot, spread eagle to the bed, kissing him again after each tie was made. Zane’s penis was fully erect and twitched excitedly.

Just A Little Scene: Camping Fun

Most of the others were off doing their own activities, which meant it was Ricks turn to go fetch water for the camp. He’d have to get at least a couple gallons to boil and have cool before everyone got back. Mark and Lilly were off doing some hunting, while Bruce, Nick, and Cathy were off foraging. This meant that Rick was now alone with Jenna, the young woman he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. And now, it was going to be just the two of them for the next couple of hours.

Or at least it would have been if Jenna hadn’t wandered off to do something herself. Rick sighed. Just his luck. He’d been hoping to ask her out, but there was nothing for it, he guessed. As he went down the nearby hill towards the stream, carrying a couple buckets, he took in the view and sounds of the wilderness. The green trees, the twittering birds, the rippling stream, the naked woman bathing at the edge…

Rick nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw the unmistakable form of Jenna kneeling in the bank, her hands running a small wet cloth over her nude body. Rick swallowed and tried to turn away. He really did. He was not some perverse Peeping Tom. But this was Jenna; she was even more gorgeous than he imagined. The side view of her exposed breasts was more than enough to spark his excitement, and despite himself, he grew erect.

Jenna paused slightly as she washed. Instantly, she sensed the arousal of a male several yards to her left, his cock letting out a humming in her head as it became erect. A mere “glance” with her sexual senses and she knew immediately that it was Rick spying on her. There were no lewd fantasies running through his head yet, just the desire to look upon her, quickly becoming the yearning to touch her. She sensed he felt guilty about it, but could not help himself. She could sense the heat of his attraction, and she smiled. Apparently, he was frozen like a deer in headlights, so it was up to her to make the first move.

Rick, almost feeling heartbroken, attempted to turn away to give Jenna her privacy. The last thing he wanted to do was piss her off or make her think he was a creep. He knew that ay second, her sexual senses would detect his erection. However, she had not reacted yet. If he was lucky, he might be able to sneak away undetected.

 However, just as he turned, he felt something grasp his cock. Rick jumped and instinctively looked down, only to see that nothing was there. However, he clearly felt a soft, but firm, invisible hand grasping him straight through his clothes. The hand squeezed him gently and began to tug him forward, towards the water. He tried again to turn, but the grip held him fast, not letting him leave. Shit! He thought. She caught me! Christ, I’m in for it now.

Again, the phantom hand tugged on his cock, gently, but a bit more insistently, urging him forward into the water. Jenna didn’t turn to look at him until he was at the edge of the stream. Then, she smiled and glanced up. “Enjoying the view?”

Rick gulped. “Uh, well, I...”

Jenna’s smile widened a bit, and Rick felt the phantom hand give him another affectionate squeeze. “Oh, don’t be so shy. I’m very flattered.” She turned fully to him and clasped her hands behind her back, standing up fully. The water only came up to her mid-thighs, and so she was fully exposed to him, her full breasts and bare pussy in full view. Rick’ jaw dropped a bit and his eyebrows raised. He was completely entranced. When the phantom hand tugged him once more, he did not hesitate to step forward. “Wait!” Jenna said, holding up a hand and giggling. “You should take your clothes off first, unless you want them to be soaked!”

Rick snapped out of his trance and looked down at himself, then up at Jenna. “Oh, right,” he said nervously. He scratched the back of his head. “Fair is fair, right?”

Jenna nodded. “Besides, you can’t hide anything from me anyway.” She winked. Rick grinned nervously and slowly stripped his clothes off. Jenna’s eyes sparkled as she saw his cock spring free of his shorts and the hum of his excitement grew even louder. When he was nude, the phantom hand squeezed him again and pulled, this time more than a simple tug. Rick didn’t resist as Jenna drew him close with just a thought. She lifted up her arms and clasped her hands behind his head, her forearms resting on his shoulders. His hand found purchase on her hips. They didn’t embrace yet, so their bodies stayed a few inches apart. Rick’ penis throbbed between them, both acutely aware of his excitement growing quickly.

“Sorry,” said Rick. “I really didn’t mean to peep on you.”

“Oh, I know,” said Jenna. “Still, all things considered I’m kind of glad that you did.” She leaned forward and kissed Rick full on the lips. Her hands slid down to his upper back and she pressed herself against him. Rick pressed back, jerking slightly as his cock made contact with her abdomen. She slowly moved against him, rubbing him with her abs, and causing his hips to twitch as they kissed for several minutes. As the kiss went on, Jenna fed energy directly into Rick, energy which flowed down his spine and poured into his cock, exciting him even more, and making his nerves extra sensitive. His cock tingled with magical pleasure. Before he knew it, Rick was practically humping against her, and he broke the kiss with a loud gasp as he shot to edge. Jenna’s magic made the touch of her flesh too intense, and Rick clutched her tightly as he came, ejaculating between their bellies. Jenna pulled back slightly from Rick and helped steady him as she drank in the energies of his pleasure and his orgasm. She looked down and was a little surprised at how much fluid he had produced.

Rick caught his breath and blushed. “Wow. I hadn’t… I hadn’t realized it had been a while. I’m not usually that quick.”

Jenna giggled. “I was cheating a little.” She winked again and Rick laughed. “Still, that was just the appetizer. Now that your first shot is out of the way, we can take it slow.”

Rick glanced around. “Do we have time?” he said.

Jenna looked around as well. “I’m pretty sure we got a couple hours before the others get back.” She paused. “If not, Lilly and Cathy will sense what’s up and give us some privacy.”

“Good,” said Rick, and he kissed her once more.