Lightning Rod

Dana was ticked off again. Fred could tell from the way his cock felt like it was going to shoot right off his body from how hard it was. His penis was so stiff and swollen he could have probably hammered nails with it, every ounce of his blood trying to cram itself into that limited space. As it was, the entire organ was a deep plumb purple, the veins bulging out like little cables. At the same time, he felt a squeezing sensation, like a tube-shaped vice attempting to squeeze his cock in paste. Were it not for the healing power of the Sex Magic, he was pretty sure his cock would be getting mangled with priapism and the crushing force.

The sudden attack hit him right as he was getting his mail, his cock tenting his pajamas lewdly, enough that even his thick robe didn’t help hide it. He dropped his letters and leaned heavily on his mailbox, letting out a loud grunt. He glanced up, noting the occasional glance and perhaps a chuckle from his female neighbors as they were out jogging or leaving for work. All could sense his intense erection, but none were going to bother helping him with it.

Dana was probably on her way to work as well right this moment. Someone had probably cut her off in traffic. Or she realized she was going to be late for work. Or she’d spilled her coffee on herself. Something quick, just a flash of anger, or so Fred prayed. He clutched the mailbox tightly, squeezing his eyes shut, and gritting his teeth as his cock began to quiver with even more tension, painful arousal lancing through his cock. “Come on,” he hissed to the air. “Let up. Please!”

His cock somehow got even harder and he almost fell to his knees, clutching the mailbox tightly. “F-f-fuck,” he gasped.

“Dana pissed off again?” said a young female voice to his left. Fred jumped, not realizing his next door neighbor Shelly had come up to him. The tall, skinny eighteen year old with the curly red hair was wearing that low-cut top and short skirt Fred had shamefully fantasized about before. She always wore it when she had a plan to fuck with him. And somehow, she always seemed to know the worst times to arrive, despite not having her Sex Magic yet.

Shelly bent over and leisurely picked up the letters Fred had dropped, collecting them one by one at the perfect angle to let Fred see her cleavage. One letter she had to reach farther for, and she crouched down, spreading her knees wide, while allowing her skirt to fall between her legs in a way that just barely covered her front. Fred had to fight not to whimper.

As she stood back up, raising her ass, then slowly rising her upper half in a gymnastic stretch, she smirked evilly at Fred. She held out a hand. “Come on, Freddy, I’ll help you back inside,” she said.

Fred shook his head vehemently. Shelly shrugged, then started looking through his letters. There were three bills, two ad papers, and a blue envelope that both recognized as his weekly stipend. Shelly smirked at him again and tapped this last piece of mail. “Well, if you don’t want my help, I suppose I’ll just hang onto this for you, until you’re ready to come get it.”

“N-n-no!” he said. The last time she’d “helped” collect his mail, she hadn’t given it to him until he’d… Fred gulped at the memory. Then winced and gasped as he felt another lance of pain through his cock.

This time, Shelly frowned a bit. “Jeez, she is ticked off this morning, huh?” She boldly reached forward and clasped his diamond-hard cock through the material of his robe and pajamas. “Oof! So hard!” She grinned again, and tugged on him, pulling him towards her. “Come on, let’s see what we can do about this.”

“Sh-shelly, please, I don’t—” Fred gasped as Shelly brazenly slipped her hand through the front of his robe, pulled away the hem of his pants, and grasped his naked penis. She pulled again, a little more firmly, making his organ slip free, and tugging him towards the house. Fred didn’t want to admit that just the touch of her fingers eased some of the pain, though it also increased the pressure of need within him. “Sh-sh-shelly…”

“Her anger hard ons are just the best,” Shelly said, grinning widely now. “Come on. I could use a morning pick me up.” She turned and started pulling Fred towards his house. Fred let go of the mailbox, stumbling and staggering after her as Dana’s anger-fueled Hard Attack would not let up.

Shelly guided him back into his small home, and before the front door had even shut, she tossed his letters to the side and was yanking both of their clothes off. Fred could have tried to fight her off, she didn’t have her Magic yet, but he knew it was pointless. Her older sister and mother had their magic, and Shelly hadn’t hesitated to get their help in using him. More over, no matter how much it agonized him, he could not resist the supernaturally enhanced urges of his own body. Even knowing it would just make him ache more, he could not truly resist allure of female flesh when he was this riled up.

And so, with cock and balls aching so bad he just wanted to curl into a ball, he let Shelly shove him to the floor of his living room, straddle him, and take him inside. She let out a gasp as she let him in. Despite his barely average size, the sheer swollen stiffness that Dana’s anger forced him into made his cock fill Shelly perfectly, the bulging veins and pulsing throb adding to his effectiveness. Shelly rode him for nearly thirty minutes, leaning over him to give him a face full of her breasts, leaning back with her hands on his knees to grind his cock at the perfect angle to reach her g-spot, turning and riding him reverse cowgirl style for an equally pleasing angle.

Fred could do nothing but clutch at her hips and let her make use of him. She shrieked in orgasm at least ten times, while his own release was blocked by Dana’s power. As sensitive and pent up as he was, as tight and hot as Shelly was, he could only ride that wonderful, terrible edge of release, writhing and whimpering beneath the teen girl, tears coming out of his eyes.

Just as Shelly had sated herself on him, shuddering through her tenth climax, Fred felt a slight decrease in his cock’s tension. As the redhead lifted off of him, Fred let out a heaving sigh of relief. He still had not cum, of course, but it seemed that Dana’s anger had passed, her power no longer assaulting him with such terrible tension.

Shelly said nothing, smiling happily as she used some paper towels to clean herself up some, then dressed. She went over to where Fred lay exhausted on the floor, noticing his cock finally deflating to a more “normal” erection, and dropped the soaked paper towels on his face. She then left without even a comment.

Fred brushed the paper towels away and lay there, trying to catch his breath. He wondered what had set Dana off this time, and why it had lasted longer than usual. Maybe a fight with a co-worker? He had long since given up calling her to ask. That would usually just get him punished.

When he was able to get to his feet, he collected his mail, noting with relief that Shelly had let him keep the blue envelope, instead of taking it to bribe him. It shamed him as much as it aroused him that a teen girl with no magic at all had so much power over him. He dreaded what she’d do to him once she did get the magic, and prayed she’d be off to college when she first got it.

Opening the letter, he noted the amount on the check, and felt at least some mental relief. Thanks to a court order, Dana owed him a sort of alimony, in exchange for what she’d done to him. It enabled him to keep living in his own place, even after the condition she’d placed had made him essentially unemployable do to unreliability. Even after a year being split up, with no physical contact, even after she’d moved to the other side of the country, her power over his cock hadn’t weakened a bit.

Unfortunately, her magic was tied to her emotional state. Unlike most women who could turn the arousal signals of the magic on and off at will, perhaps struggling with control only when they were really horny, Dana had to maintain a cool, calm demeanor, lest she give off signals of varying strength constantly. It was a struggle on a day to day basis, and sometimes she just boiled over no matter how cool and collected she tried to be.

The funny thing to Fred was that he could usually tell her mood by the way her magic made his body react. Her emotionally charged aura always got him diamond hard, of course, but happiness would net him loving, teasing sensations, like hundreds of little kisses up and down his cock. Sadness would make his balls ache for relief. Jealousy was a sharp pressure at the base of his cock. Laughter would be teasing feathers all over his genitals. Disappointment would leave him feeling numb, weirdly enough. Confusion would be an erratic tingle swirling randomly about him. Anger was an unbearable pressure, both inside and out, giving him the most sensually painful erections imaginable. Almost worse, whenever she had sex, he could feel everything she did to the other man’s cock. Except cum, of course. Every orgasm she gave another man made him edge so hard, he’d almost black out.

Fred was helpless to stop it, of course. After a time, Dana had given up trying to be a perfect monk, and even if she held back in public, she had to unload her feelings, and thus her power, somewhere. Her condition could not be cured. Even Archmages were unable to rewire what they called a “Glitch condition.” But hers had been minor, they said. They would be able to mitigate it, mostly, by teaching her a newly discovered spell technique: the Lightning Rod.  The arousal signals were drawn to men, and if she were particularly attuned to a certain man, then she’d be able to ensure that regardless of where she was, the signals would prioritize that man. It wouldn’t fix the condition, but it would ensure that the chosen target would take the brunt of her troubles.

She had no hesitation in choosing her ex-boyfriend. And now, multiple times a day, Fred would be assaulted by the emotionally-driven magic of the woman who’d broken his heart and ditched him for another man, when Fred could no longer handle the erratic sexual torrent of her moods. At the time, he’d been grateful for the relief when she’d moved away, even if she’d left him lonely. Then, barely a week after being dumped, he’d found himself the sole target of her spells again, allowing her to live happily with her new boyfriend while still tormenting her ex and benefiting from his Lust Energy. She hadn’t even spoken to him in months, yet he remained a complete slave to her vaginal powers.

And, of course, the Lightning Rod spell was more easily maintained by preventing the man in question from cumming. Goddess forbid there be one damned thing about Sex Magic that didn’t require the curse of orgasm denial.

Fred, after cleaning himself up, sat back down at his computer. Aside from Dana’s checks, he made some money doing digital art on commission. It was often difficult to get anything done in a given day, but he’d at least convinced Dana to try her best to give him a few days out of the week where she tried her damnedest to keep herself under control, so he could get something done.

Today didn’t seem to be one of those days, however, as not even a half hour after her rage-induced priapism commands, he jumped at the feeling of feathers tickling his cock. She was laughing about something. Joking with another co-worker? The sensation faded after a few minutes, but barely ten minutes later, they returned. Fred tried, shakily, to work on a project, but gave up after he dropped his stylus on the floor for the dozenth time that morning. He still had two weeks to get the project done. He just hoped she’d cut him some slack this weekend.