Should Have Stayed In Bed

He let out a gasp as his cock surged, right as he heard female moaning through the walls. Oh, Jesus, Molly was having sex and playing with her boyfriend all night again. Caleb already been rock hard just from natural horniness, but now he could tell Molly was letting her aura loose. He heard Jim, Molly’s boyfriend, let out an embarrassing whimper as Molly did god knows what to his poor nuts.

That was the last straw. There was no way he was getting any sleep with his roommate fooling around in the next room over. Caleb whipped off the cover of his blanket and swung his legs over the side, sighing. He winced as his cock jumped from an errant spark of magic drawing to it. He wasn’t even getting teased with pleasure spells, just being forced Hard beyond hard. That was always the worst, when a girl’s magic just made him stiff, without even any pleasure accompanying it, just the soul-eating, heart-racing, hollow yearning of a painfully desperate erection, dying to be touched, but not receiving even so much as a phantom feather swipe.

At least soaking in some magic would prevent him from being a sleep-deprived zombie in the morning, but it was still mentally taxing to keep being jerked awake every other night by his roommate’s antics.

He went downstairs to the living room and plopped down on the couch, his cock wagging eagerly before him, twitching with excitement like a puppy about to go for a car ride, as if it thought that Caleb getting out of bed meant he was going to go on the prowl for sex. No such luck. Caleb clicked on the TV, turned the volume low enough to not disturb anyone else in the house, and channeled surfed until he found a station playing old Godzilla movies.

Caleb let out a half-chuckle of amusement. When Sex Magic appeared twelve years ago, it changed everything, even how movies got made. Male actors and celebrities basically went extinct as they found themselves accosted and enslaved by thousands of female fans all getting the bright idea to have fun with their celebrity crushes. Female actresses, the majority of which apparently turned out to be extremely powerful, found themselves struggling for work, save for a few passion projects, as much of their effort to get a film done had to revolve around keeping a lock down on any and all Sex Mage shenanigans constantly interrupting shoots. And that’s to say nothing of movie theaters turning into a nightmare of indecency as hundreds of Sex Mages thought it was a laugh riot or super hot to play out that classic fantasy of a movie theater foreplay session. Most theaters almost went out of business as nobody could go see a movie without even suffering breath-stealing Hard Attacks if they were a guy, or being unable to focus on the film thanks to sensing a thousand diamond-hard dicks in one concentrated place if they were a woman.

Like a thousand other industries, Sex Magic had taken a bat to movies and television production. Big shows and films just didn’t get made anymore, unless they were done on extremely tightly controlled sets, often under budget, and now were mostly released to the internet. In a way, it was a new Golden Age of change, seeing the sheer creativity coming out of the creative industry, but that change wasn’t necessarily popular. Movies in the style of the old days were a nostalgic pastime, and a lot of old channels had become movie and TV rerun stations.

Caleb tried to ignore his throbbing cock long enough to get into the movie. “Godzilla vs Some Other Dumb Monster, Whatever It Was Called.” As usual, the movie didn’t feature nearly enough Godzilla, and too much humans running around doing dumb stuff. Right now, the male hero, some young military guy, and his sidekick, some cute girl who might be a reporter, were being held at gun point by a group of henchmen in a 1970’s rendition of a mad scientist’s lab. A grey-haired man in labcoat was laughing evilly at the two heroes. Meanwhile, Godzilla was tromping around the countryside, but nevermind that, let’s keep cutting back to the humans snarking at each other. It was dumb and cheesy, but it gave Caleb a window of what it was like before Sex Magic. There was always a certain sense of awe to it for people his age.

Caleb almost jumped as he heard the front door open and his cock jerked as he felt a second light wave of arousing aura wash over him. He looked up to see Alice, Molly’s sister, come in, dressed in a short navy skirt and low-cut red tee-shirt, her brown hair hanging straight down past her shoulders to follow the curve of her breasts. She was carrying a pair of heels and walking barefoot through the kitchen to the living room. She ducked into the hallway to toss her shoes into her room, then came back out. Caleb glanced at the clock on the wall to confirm that it was, indeed, still past 2 am. He wondered what she had been up to, being out so late.

Alice plopped down on the couch next to Caleb. Even though it could fit three people comfortably, four if they were all skinny, Caleb scooted to the other side, so both of them could lean against the arm rests, and more importantly, Caleb wasn’t at a risk of rubbing up against her and provoking her to tease him.

Alice glanced at him and gave him a smirk. “How’s it hanging, house boy?” she said. She glanced meaningfully at his cock, which was still aiming right at the ceiling. “Or should I say, how’s it rising?” She chuckled at her own joke.

Caleb was more than used to being naked around women, but he still squirmed a bit uncomfortably as Alice eyed him, wondering if she was going to prank him again. Even though he was officially Molly’s live-in house servant, it was a casual enough arrangement that Molly didn’t particularly see herself as Caleb’s mistress. She “employed” him mainly as a favor for a friend of a friend. It was an alright arrangement, he supposed, Molly wasn’t a slave driver about it, but at the same time, she didn’t feel the need to protect him from the antics of other women. As such, Alice, who’d moved in just a few months ago, had carte blanche to do whatever she wanted to him. The blueness of his balls had increased considerably since she’d moved in, compared to the first year of his “employment.”

“Just, you know, couldn’t sleep,” he said. As if to punctuate this, there was a loud, sexual cry from upstairs, and Caleb let out a small gasp as his cock surged again.

Alice chuckled. “Poor guy,” she said, and turned back to the television. They watched together in silence for a few minutes, before Alice yawned. “These old movies are so weird,” she said, tucking her legs under her. “Like, right here, that lady’s being dragged into a cell by those men. All the soldiers in this scene are men. These days, you couldn’t even do that scene, it would make no sense. She’s gotta be at least twenty-one, she’d be having all those men on their knees, begging for mercy while she squeezed all their nuts with a thought.”

“It’s a movie about a giant radioactive dinosaur fighting a robot space cockroach,” muttered Caleb. “I think the Magic would be kind of irrelevant in this plot. Besides, they still make movies that don’t feature the Magic. Sometimes.”

“I barely remember what it was like before. I think I was eight. I didn’t even really know what sex was at the time.”

Caleb frowned, but said nothing. He’d been six. Growing up as a child during the early days of Sex Magic had been strange, but at least at that age, he’d been protected from all the rampant cock teasing. Not so now that he was “of age”, whatever the fuck that meant, where the only job he’d been able to get was to become a house-servant for one of his mom’s friend’s daughters.

Alice sat there, looking bored for a minute. She glanced over to Caleb, who was starting to tune back into the movie, almost forgetting about his throbbing cock as a fight scene between Godzilla and another monster finally started to happen. Alice held out her hand towards him, the fingers curled in a grip formation, and make a quick stroking motion. Caleb jumped as he felt a phantom hand start steadily stroking him.

“Hey!” he said, squirming in his seat.

“What?” said Alice, as if nothing at all had happened. She lowered her arm, but the handjob spell kept going.

“Stop it!” he said. The phantom hand stroked him steadily, and as wound up as he was, it only took a few seconds before he jerked and gasped, his cock flexing as it tried to cum, only for the quickie climax to be blocked.

“Why?” said Alice.

“Rrrggh, because!” huffed Caleb as the hand slowed down enough to let him ease out of his edging, only to start up again a few seconds later. “Come on, I came down here to cool off!”

Alice shrugged and looked back at the TV.

“C-come on!” he pleaded.

“Nah,” she said. “I’ve had a long night, I’d like to relax, too. And you know nothing soothes a girl like the hum of a teased, edging cock.”

Caleb opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off with a gasp as his hips jerked, and instead he let out a loud grunt as he edged again. Defeated, he could only lay back and try his best to focus on the movie, despite the phantom hand. After a few minutes, Alice sighed, stood up and stretched. “This movie sucks. I’m gunna go to bed.” She started to leave.

Caleb’s eyes widened. “Hey! Y-you’re not—Ah!—g-gunna leave me like thi—Nnh!—like this are, you?”

Alice glanced down at his cock, watching it flex and bounce under her handjob spell. She frowned and said, “I guess I shouldn’t.” Then she puckered her lips and made an air-kiss at him. Caleb nearly stumbled off the couch as he felt a warm, gentle mouth start suckling on his cock head. “Have a good night!” she said with a chipper smile, and she walked out of the room.

Caleb gripped the edges of the couch, laying back, breath heavy, as the phantom hand and mouth worked him over. The movie was forgotten and he shuddered in failed climax; he would have to wait for Molly to wake up and free him in the morning. He should have just grit his teeth and stayed in bed!