Tommy leaped out of bed as his cock snapped to full erection in less than a second, jerking him out of a sound sleep. He crashed onto the floor, but his first instinct was not to try and catch himself, but to grab his cock. Unfortunately, his step-mother had put anti-masturbation spells on him the day she moved in, and all he could do was clutch at his thighs. Whimpering, Tommy rocked back and forth on the floor. He wasn’t really hurt, but his erection was reaching painful intensity. He’d had Hard Attacks before, but they always took him by surprise. Whoever was doing it must be purposefully targeting him, or was very close by!
He hoped it wasn’t Carol again. His step-mother was an insatiable dominatrix, and she’d brought his father to heel very quickly. Even with his obedience, she still loved to punish him with teases, and some nights, she wasn’t particularly concerned with the spill-over. In the year since Carol and her daughter had moved in, Tommy had been subjected to at least two dozen nights where he was throbbing all night long with supernaturally intense erections or being edged repeatedly with random tease spells, and meanwhile, he could hear his father’s cries and moans through the walls.
He swore Carol did it on purpose, but the one time he’d dared to ask her about it, she’d scolded him for being so dirty-minded and punished him with no orgasms for three months. As it was, he had to ask her for permission every time he wanted to masturbate to orgasm, and she was not very generous to begin with.
However, as Tommy listened, he didn’t hear his father and step-mother going at it. Was this from one of the neighbors, then? He started to try and get back onto the bed, but his erection surged as the mysterious Sex Mage’s aura of power flexed around his cock. He fell back on his butt and clutched the tangled sheets around his legs so hard, his knuckles went white.
As he clutched, the sheets pulled taught against his lower body, trapping his cock against his stomach. He froze, mouth open in a gasp. The spells that prevented his from touching himself with his hands also prevented him from masturbating in other ways. He could hump anything or rub other objects against himself. Not on purpose. But the sheet just happened to be pressing on just the right spot, putting pressure on his throbbing cock right where he used to press his index finger when he stroked!
He prayed Carol wasn’t awake to sense him and he flexed his cock against the sheet. He didn’t try to squirm or even twitch his hips, as that would have counted as humping, nor did he attempt to manipulate the sheet lest the spell make him let go. However, the spell didn’t prevent him from clenching his penis muscles, and he managed to time it so that the sheet provided a small, but rhythmic pressing pressure that stimulated his cock. It was a minor sensation, but better than he’d managed without permission in a whole year. He doubted he would manage to cum this way, but it did ease some of the ache of needing to be touched that made the Hard Attacks so terrible. If he could just keep this up while it lasted…