Monday, February 26, 2018

Jenny Awakens


Note: Step-Family

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…

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Rainbow Party


Timothy had been sprawled out on the couch watching one of his favorite anime, when he felt a sharp yank on his balls. He yelped and crashed to the floor as Sally came down the stairs, texting on her phone.

“My friends and I are gunna need to use the basement tonight,” she said to her younger brother. “Turn off your weab shit, and clear out.”

Timothy got awkwardly to his feet and opened his mouth to protest, but he felt her phantom hand clasp his balls, ready to give him another painful yank. He gulped, and complied, fetching the remote and turning off the TV.

“Are you, um, having a party?” he asked.

“Yes,” said Sally, slipping the phone into her pocket and grabbing some fold out chairs laid against the corner. The basement was mostly finished, carpet, coffee table, entertainment center, couch and all, but was still an otherwise sparsely furnished large area. This made the siblings’ house the place to go for large parties.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Beth's Boy


Note: Incest (mom/son)

ONE
Beth had just laid down in bed to watch some TV before going to sleep, when she sensed Jack’s cock harden. The thirty-eight year old, leggy blonde paused with her hand on the remote, and tilted her head towards the ceiling, “listening” to the psychic hum of her son’s erection. She had long ago gotten over the embarrassment of automatically detecting his every sexual act and fantasy when he was in range. It was just something every mother of boys had to learn to deal with in the five years since Sex Magic had appeared.

Men’s sexuality was natural and healthy, and there was no shame in an erection, or masturbation. Beth had never been freaked out by it, not even by his most lurid fantasies. She had respected his privacy as best she could, but to be honest, it wasn’t easy blocking out a young man’s thoughts and desires when you lived with them all the time. She took it in stride, not discussing things he’d be uncomfortable discussing, not being one of those crazy mothers who wouldn’t let him cum or masturbate. The two had an unspoken agreement of don’t ask-don’t tell. He was fully aware his mother knew everything about his erotic habits and thoughts, but she didn’t bring them up.

She did feel it was a shame, though, that he had not yet found a girlfriend. Or even a mistress, as was becoming more frequent these days. Despite being a devilishly handsome young man of nineteen and actually managing to get a job in this crazy economy, her son refused to give up his bachelorhood so far. He didn’t like to talk about it with her, though. In fact, he didn’t like to talk with her about much at all these days, no doubt due to that embarrassment.

This unfortunately meant he was easy pray for girls who wanted to have some Magic fun, but had no intention of committing. With increasing frequency, poor Jack would find himself accosted by sexual teasing spells of women, most of whom never revealed themselves. Sudden magically-enhanced erections, the phantom sensations of handjobs and blowjobs, mean little orgasm blocks. It used to be just once in a while, but in the last year, he’d been getting hit with increasingly frequent and increasingly intense teasing spells, almost always accompanied by orgasm blocks.

Beth suspected that several of the teen girls in the area had been getting their powers and were using him as a Test Boy, or that some of her neighbors had decided he was a fun tease toy. A few times she was willing to chalk it up to accidents; as she sensed her neighbors having fun with other guys, there were the occasional accidental aura flare-ups or wildly flung spells that sometimes zapped unintended targets. But almost every night for the past month, Jack had been struck with intense erections or sporadic tease spells.

Right now, she could sense he was feeling feathers tickling his cock, several working the shaft, two sliding around his testicles and the nooks of his groin, while one persistently swirled around his cock head. He was clutching at his mattress and squirming, fighting not to moan. His last orgasm had been four days ago, and he’d felt a dozen quick teases since then. Nothing more than a couple of minutes, but all rather intense, and he’d had no opportunities to jerk off since. Beth let her senses inspect him a bit deeper, and she could tell a fresh orgasm block had been placed on him. As she scanned him, though, she felt a tremor of pleasure wash over her.

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Mel's Game


Nick was sitting at home watching anime and playing a video game in the dark of his room, when he heard his phone buzz on the desk. Pausing the game, but letting the anime keep playing since it was just on for background noise anyway, he picked up the phone. His friend from work had sent a text.

Melanie: Hey, wut u up 2?

Nicholas: Nuffin. Game n anime.

Before he could set the phone down, she’d already responded. It annoyed him a little when people wanted to have whole conversations via text, but Mel was one of those girls who insisted on it for some reason. Trying to call her when she was in a text convo usually didn’t work, since she was already in the middle of something else, hanging out with someone or watching a movie while texting.

Melanie: Kewl, what game/anime?

Nicholas: Just Cause 2 and Gunslinger Girl.

Melanie: Isn’t JC3 out?

Nicholas: Comp can’t run it. Mostly just something to busy my hands while I watch the show.

Melanie: LOL, that sux.

Nicholas: Yeah.

Melanie: What’s Gunslinger about?

Nicholas: It’s the boring show about little girls being turned into cyborgs as part of an anti-terrorism assassin unit. Each girl is paired with a man who acts as their “big brother”, and the girls are brainwashed into being slavishly devoted to them so that they are both body guard and weapon.

Melanie: LOL really? Sounds bad-ass.

Nicholas: It’s actually really boring. There’s a few action scenes, but its mostly people sitting around being sentimental, and long camera pans over vistas while pretty music plays.

Melanie: Oh, lol. I assume it set in a world w/o SP?

Nicholas: Obviously. Made in 2003, I think. Although even if it was set nowadays, the girls would be way too young to use the magic. Plus, I don’t know how the cyborg stuff would interact with the magic’s healing effects even if they were old enough.

Melanie: LOL, true. So, wanna hang out?