ONE
Devin awoke in a hot sweat, his cock clenching hard, his
hips arcing off the bed as he let out a cry. He was held that way for several
perilous seconds, frozen right at the edge of orgasm, before the sensations of
an amazing blowjob suddenly ceased. After another second of suspension, his
body caught up to the lack of stimulation and unclenched.
Devin collapsed back onto the mattress, breathing heavily.
Three weeks into this job and he still wasn’t used to being woken up like this.
He didn’t think he ever would get
used to it. It’s not like he could brace himself for the girls’ teasing when he
was asleep.
He’d tried to ask them to stop, but Casey insisted it was a
much more fun way to wake him up than with an alarm clock. Plus, it sent a nice
burst of his Lust Energy through the whole house, giving all the girls a quick
little boost first thing in the morning. Brandy agreed whole heartedly and Mars
said it was rather practical. Even Stell couldn’t argue with that. When he
complained to Maggie about it, she had just chuckled and said it reminded her
of her year at Metis
Academy
He supposed if there was any silver lining about having a
blowjob spell edge him awake first thing in the morning, it definitely got him
in the proper mindset for the rest of his day. He let out a long breath, taking
a minute to calm down and gather his wits, before throwing off his blanket and
getting to his feet with a sense of purpose. He knew if he dawdled too long in
bed, the girls would literally pull him out of it by his cock with their Magic.
The other silver lining was that Sex Magic naturally
refreshed and rejuvenated the men it was used on almost as efficiently as it
did the women who absorbed their energy. So, despite not getting more than four
hours of sleep last night, the nerve-rattling blowjob spell did, in fact, help
energize him in the morning once he caught his breath and got moving.
His cock remained stiff as a board, wagging before him as he
headed upstairs. He hadn’t been given a Permanent Erection condition (yet), but
with the girls winding him up multiple times every day, he got hard at the
slightest provocation, and stayed hard longer with each passing day. There were
a few days he didn’t ever go soft. Thankfully, the third silver lining was that
the Magic mitigated any health risks from prolonged erections.
That was about as many silver linings as he could be
bothered to count before he set about his daily tasks. As he came into the
kitchen, his cock throbbed at the sight of Casey sitting at the table, wearing
only an oversized shirt, one leg crossed on the chair, the other stretched out
in full display. The hem of her shirt was hitched up so he could tell she was
wearing only a slim thong underneath.
Mars was sitting across from her, dressed modestly as usual.
A blue blouse and long white skirt, which didn’t exactly hide her curves, but
the deadpan girl wasn’t sitting as though she was trying to get every guy around
her to pop a boner.
Casey grinned up at Devin, sensing his reaction, then leaned
over to Mars sitting across from her. “It’s been three weeks already, you’d
think he’d be used to our bodies by now.”
Mars didn’t even glance at him, concentrating on a book.
“You know how boys are,” she said. She raised a hand and wiggled her fingers at
him.
Devin bent over at the waist as he felt a dozen Phantom
Feathers stroke along his cock. The feathers slid straight down from the tip to
the base, then returned upward in a slightly faster, spiraling pattern until
the tips swirled quickly around the head, before sliding straight down the
front to repeat the pattern. Devin managed to keep his knees from shaking this
time, but he leaned heavily against the door frame, and huffed.
He was still sensitive from the blowjob alarm, and it didn’t
take long for his cock to clench hard, failing once again to break his Orgasm Block.
Mars dropped her hand and the sensations ceased. Before Devin could get his
balance back, though, Casey puckered her lips and blew him a kiss; he jerked as
he felt another Phantom Blowjob begin on his cock.
“Hey, make me breakfast,” said Casey. She had a cup of tea
in front of her, but hadn’t bothered getting anything to eat yet.
“Make that two,” said Mars.
Devin waited for the sensations to cease. When it didn’t,
and Casey kept giving him an expectant look, his brow creased. “With the spell
on?”
“Why not?”
Devin gulped. The
mouth working him felt so good, his knees were going weak. “W-what do you
want?”
“Eggs and bacon, three of each,” she said.
“French Toast,” said Mars.
Devin opened his mouth to request at least a temporary
cessation of the spells while he cooked, but Mars flicked a finger at him and
the feathers returned. With a small yelp, Devin stumbled forward and started to
prepare the meal, trying very carefully to stay on his feet and not drop
anything.
To their credit, when it was clear his hands were shaking as
he went for the stove, both girls tuned their spells down to a trickle. Just enough
to keep his cock twitching and anticipating, but light enough that he could work
the stove safely. The Magic could easily protect from a minor burn, but there
was no point risking one in the first place. Devin put on an apron, relishing
one of the few opportunities he had to wear anything at all around the house.
He managed to get their breakfasts made, despite the stimulation.
Even at this light setting, the feathers and mouth managed to bring him to the
edge a couple times. He had to grip the countertop as he shivered through
another doomed climax. He was almost surprised he managed to get them the food
without dropping any of it.
Once served, the girls instantly increased the sensations,
and Devin finally dropped to his knees. Casey flicked a finger at him, and the
apron teleported off his body, landing on the floor a few inches next to him. He
let out a gasp as the Phantom Feathers and Mouth coaxed him eagerly into
another fierce edging.
The two girls let out a shared contented sigh as his energy
washed over them. For a moment, as Devin fought in vain against the mystical
seal on his climax, his energy peaked, and lit up the girls’ senses right as
they popped the food in their mouths. They shivered as their taste buds
registered the flavors with enhanced appreciation, as well as the raw pleasure
high of absorbing a desperate boy’s energy. It caused them to experience what one
might consider a “foodgasm.”
Devin whimpered and bucked on the floor at their feet, not
bothering to complain or beg for mercy. He was their tool, their puppet, their
pleasure toy. This was his job, and it was about as good a job as a boy his age
could hope for, especially less than a month from leaving his Family Town
The girls didn’t make him suffer too long, though. Just long
enough to enjoy their meal. Then, they released him, and Devin sagged, huffing,
his cock twitching as it tried to cool down.
Casey got up and stretched, then leaned down and pat Devin
on the head like a puppy. “Ah, I’m so glad to have you on hand, Devin. You’re a
good boy.” She leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. At the same time,
she sent a little kiss sensation to the tip of his cock that made him jump. She
giggled as she walked off. If he wasn’t already flushed from the edging, he might
have blushed a bit, his heart fluttering as the gorgeous girl complimented him.
Mars closed her book and leaned back. “Thank you for the
meal,” she said, getting up to leave. Devin, the moment of high tension passed,
got back to his feet. Such a small tease didn’t keep him winded for more than a
few moments, but every little edging added up. Despite shooting what felt like
a quarter gallon of cum every Sunday, it only took till Tuesday for his balls
to start aching again. And it was now Thursday already.
Devin collected the dishes to take to the sink, but noticed
Mars was hesitating at the door, looking back at him. Normally, she paid him no
mind, other than to occasionally use his energy to pep herself up for studying,
or occasionally adding to another girls’ teasing. Devin looked over to her.
“Uh, what’s up?”
Mars frowned and glanced him over. He felt a little nervous.
He couldn’t recall her looking at him directly for this long, but she seemed to
be appraising him for something. He felt a slight tingle scuttle over his cock
as she eyed him, but he couldn’t tell if it was her power or his imagination.
“I may need help with something at school,” she said.
“Oh. Um. Okay.”
“Have you finished your chores?”
Devin nodded. He’d already settled on a routine. Monday and
Tuesdays were his two main cleaning days for the house, dusting, vacuuming, and
oiling some of the older wood furniture. Although it was a very large domicile,
the girls didn’t want him messing around with their things, nor going into their
rooms unsupervised for longer than necessary. Therefore, he was only required
to vacuum their rooms, while the girls took care of their own dusting and
straightening. His “Aunt” Maggie preferred to clean her own room as well, so
that saved a fair chunk of work on his part.
Wednesday was his main yard work day. Thursday was laundry
day, for whichever of the girls opted to trust him with their garments. For
now, that was just Casey and Mars, who just didn’t want to be bothered with
washing, and Brandy, who only let him wash her casual clothes, and very
decidedly not her undergarments,
which she claimed a man could only be trusted with when he’d proved himself
worthy.
Devin didn’t really have an underwear fetish, so he wasn’t
sure what she was so worried about, but he wasn’t going to argue with the
powerful and intimidating Victorian, who was always ready to put his dick in a
psychic vice for any reason.
Maggie, again, preferred to wash her own clothes, while
Stell’s more exotic dresses required a delicate hand washing, which she said
she’d show him how to do properly, but hadn’t actually gotten around to it yet.
And of course, since he wasn’t allowed to wear clothes while at the house,
Devin had little to no laundry of his own in a given week. So ultimately, the
washing took only half as long as it all could have.
All and all, if he had been allowed to do his work
uninterrupted, he was pretty sure he could have maximized his pacing to finish
all his chores in one long day. But of course, his routine was frequently
disrupted by mischievous teases, or the girls pulling him aside for help with some
task, or giving him a punishment for messing something up, or just to use him
for a quickie.
Ergo, he paced himself throughout the week, and Friday was
basically the catch-up day for anything he didn’t manage to get done earlier.
Saturday was, too, but Casey and Brandy seemed set on making that the “torture
Devin’s cock super hard” day, making sure he was fully primed for that blessed,
blessed Sunday relief.
“Well, I mean, today’s Laundry Day,” Devin clarified, “But
I’m caught up on everything else. I can just start a load before we go.”
“Probably be out a while,” said Mars.
“Oh. Well. Can still start it tonight and finish Friday.”
She nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll be ready in ten minutes, so
go ahead and put some clothes on.”
Devin couldn’t help but smile at those words.
TWO
Was it sad that being allowed to get dressed already seemed
like a special treat? Devin wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit of
relief at the prospect of donning a shirt and pair of shorts again. He wasn’t really
ashamed of his body, and he was at least getting used to be nude around his
housemates, but his conservative upbringing was very much burned into his brain.
Privacy had been a big deal in Littleton
The only time he was allowed to wear clothes was when
leaving the property, which was usually just when Maggie occasionally brought
him along to help with errands. Clothing was not any sort of defense against
Sex Magic, he knew. Women could see his naked body right through his outfit, no
matter how many layers he wore, and the garments certainly didn’t block any
spells. Still, constant enforced nudity at the house was an ever-present
reminder of just how powerless he was against the girls’ magic, that he was
always just their tool to use whenever they wanted. It just felt nice to be
able to cover up again, a reminder of a time, not even two months past, when
his body and mind weren’t under constant sexual assault.
Even Stell, the nicest girl here, liked keeping him naked,
though to her credit that was more just because most New Bestian-Fantasians
favored little to no clothing in general, male and female. Likewise, she wanted
him to be rid of his embarrassment over nudity, knowing the sooner he got over
it, the sooner at least that bit of anxiety could be alleviated. But a
childhood of strict privacy could not be so easily and quickly scrubbed away.
He actually let out a small, satisfied sigh as he slid his
underwear on, savoring the soft clasp of the boxers. Maybe Brandy was onto
something, being cautious with her underwear. He wondered if the stories about
boys being convinced by girls to enjoy wearing panties had more to do with the
boys just being grateful to be allowed to wear anything after a while. Especially in Victoria
“If you want to wear panties that bad, I have a few that got
stretched in the wash.” Devin jumped. After three weeks, he still wasn’t used
to how Casey would just sneak into his room to mess with him. He never, ever
heard her coming. He was starting to wonder if she actually did know how to
teleport, beyond just removing clothes.
She laughed, casually reading his thoughts. “I just float so
you don’t hear my footsteps.” She eyed him slyly, and Devin felt his cock
swell, tenting his boxers. “Anyway, I’m sure we could bend the nudity rule if
it meant watching your dick straining in my old thongs for a few days.”
He gave her a helpless look. “Please don’t. I’d rather be
naked.”
“Not into the sissy thing?”
“I just don’t need you making a prank out of literally
everything.”
“Too bad. That’s what I’m here for.” She grinned, and Devin
suddenly felt a much tighter, but silker, grip around his hard cock. His organ
was pushed against his abs as he felt the phantom material cinch snugly around
his balls. “I can just picture it, you mowing the lawn in some cute lacy pink
lingerie. The hem would be rubbing your cock while your balls would be squeezed
tight in that little sling. The string in the back would be tickling your ass
crack with every step.”
Devin let out a slightly shaky breath, and grabbed the edge
of his dresser as he felt the phantom panties tease his cock. His hips bucked,
and he blushed hotly, as he felt the tickle of the string drawing tight between
his cheeks. A bead of pre-cum seeped from the tip and soaked into the top of
his boxers.
“C-come on,” he said. “I need to go help Mars.”
“Yeah, yeah,” said Casey, releasing him from the spell. “Hate
to disappoint you, but she’s probably not going to give you any panties to
wear.”
“I don’t want to wear panties!” Devin said hotly as he
hastily pulled some blue gym shorts and yellow tee-shirt on. He put on some
sandals, which Maggie had bought him to wear instead of his normal shoes, since
they were easier to slip on and off.
Casey stepped aside to let Devin pass, but just before he
could, she put a hand on his arm. Devin gave her a wary look as she leaned in
close. Speaking in a low voice, she said, “Be a little careful around Mars,
okay? She doesn’t mean any harm, but she can get a little weird sometimes.”
Devin cocked an eyebrow at her. “Uh, yeah, I kind of
noticed.”
Casey shook her head. “You haven’t really been alone with
her Devin. She tends to get into these moods, and just… gets a little carried
away.”
He let out a little chuckle. “She can’t possibly be worse
than Brandy.”
Casey smirked. “Oh, come on. Brandy’s not so bad.”
“Not so bad? She gives me Hard Attacks so intense, I want to
rip my cock off! She Roasts me every time she fucks me!”
“That’s because she likes you.”
He chuckled again, this time in disbelief. “Are you
serious?”
“Absolutely. If she didn’t like you, she wouldn’t fuck you
at all.”
“She says it’s to maintain the balance of influence with you
and Stell.”
“Pffft. The first time she put you inside her, we were
balanced out. From there, she could keep pace with us just hammering you with
Magic, at least for a while. That’s what they usually do with men in her
country. Most Victorians are total lezzers, you know. When it comes to sex, men
are just toys to them.”
“Then I must just be a good toy,” said Devin. “She always
just pins me down and uses my cock like a dildo.”
“Maybe,” said Casey, tapping her chin. “I think she’s more
fond of you than she admits, though, and not just because your energy is good.
I think you really charm her with the boot-licker routine.”
Devin sighed. “Doesn’t seem to convince her to ease up any.”
She shrugged. “Victorians are just mean.”
He shook his head. “Whatever. Weren’t we talking about Mars?”
“Oh, yeah.” Casey smirked. “Anyway, watch your cock around
her. If she’s taking you to the University, she’s probably got you in mind for
one of her crazy experiments.”
“Experiments?” Devin felt a sudden pang of doubt.
“You’ll see,” she said. “I’ll be on campus later today. If
things get crazy, just start thinking really hard about me putting panties on
you, and I’ll come running.”
“Even panties are a waste of cloth on a man,” came a stern
voice. This time, both Devin and Casey jumped, turning. Brandy stood there,
arms crossed, half-glowering at them like usual. She was once again skimpily
dressed in a ridiculously short blue skirt, and a white camisole that struggle
to constrain her large breasts.
“Cripes,” said Casey, grinning. “So that’s what that feels
like.”
Brandy cocked a thumb towards the stairwell. “Mars is
waiting for you. She’s getting impatient.”
Devin made a small bow. “Yes, of course. Thank you, Miss
Brandy.”
Brandy made her signature little “hmph”, which made his
still-hard cock twitch. She then turned to Casey. “And we’re not all lesbians,
you ignorant hick.”
Casey grinned. “Your fingers could have fooled me last
month!”
Devin’s cock surged at the thought of the two gorgeous young
women in bed together. He hastily left before he found himself caught in
between another argument. His cock stubbornly throbbed as he ran up the stairs,
hearing Brandy retort with, “Most of us are bisexual.”
Devin took a moment in the hallway atop the stairs to take a
calming breath, trying to at least let his cock cool off a bit before walking
outside with a tent in his shorts. No such luck, however, as Phantom Fingers
curled around his shaft and tugged him forward. With a small sigh, he hurried
to the front door.
“Sorry, sorry,” he said, coming up to Mars. “Casey was
messing with me.”
“I know,” she said, giving him a flat look like usual. “We
can still make the bus if we hurry.”
They set off at a brisk pace. Mars kept her Phantom Hand on
his cock the whole way, making sure he kept pace, and keeping his tent propped for
every passerby to appreciate.
THREE
Since the arrival of Sex Magic, men were often restricted
from driving without female supervision. It had been a long time since the
chaotic early years, where the emerging powers prompted female criminals to
deliberately cause car wrecks by seizing men at the wheel, but even in the
peaceful modern times, accidents could happen. Arousal Aura flair ups, stray
Tease Spells, or even just men being so frustrated and distracted that they
couldn’t pay attention to the road, meant that women either had to do all the
driving or had to supervise the men driving. Some men were lucky enough to have
powerful Shields to protect them, and a rare few cars could have Shields imbued
into them, but by and large, it was just safer to keep men out of the driver’s
seat.
Of course, not all men had a woman to help them out. And not
all women wanted to cart around every man in their lives. Ergo, public
transport had been one of the few major service industries to benefit from a
surge in use and an overhaul in infrastructure, thanks to being one of the
things Sex Magic couldn’t easily
replace. Buses, trains, subway and tram systems, and female taxi drivers became
the preferred mode of transport, even in small towns. For big cities, it was an
absolute necessity, with tram lines extended well into the suburbs, and bus
routes being expanded.
There was, of course, the Boy Boarding trick, where a woman
could use telekinetic body control to ride a boy like a flying board for short
trips, but that actually saw surprisingly little use even in the big cities.
People didn’t really want to have a bunch of men just loitering around, waiting
for their riders to get done doing whatever they’d needed to fly out for, so
most Boarders were couples. There was also the minor issue of the city, again,
being a place where all sorts of little Magic flair ups could zap a man’s dick
and cause an accident. Especially in crowded areas, it was actually a real risk
for your average woman who didn’t regularly Board her man to lose control and
get knocked out of the sky.
All this was to say that, even out in the suburbs, the
seating on the bus was rather cozy. Mars and Devin had just barely made it, and
there was actually only one free seat left, with a standing bar in front of it.
Noticing the seat was between two very shapely and sharply dressed business
women, Devin motioned for Mars to go ahead and take the seat.
Instead, Mars grabbed the bar, and, with a Phantom Tug on
his cock, coaxed him to drop into the seat instead. Devin tried to shrink
himself in more, as he found himself squeezed between two very firm, sexy
bodies. The woman on his right glanced over and smiled coyly at him. Devin
blushed.
“H-hi. Sorry.”
“No worries, hon,” she said.
He glanced to the other woman, who was typing on her phone,
and mumbled. “Sorry.”
“For what?” the woman said, without looking up.
“I, uh, don’t mean to crowd you.”
“Then stand up.” She sounded annoyed. Devin glanced up at
Mars, who was just staring ahead.
“Um, do you want me to?”
“If you’re sorry.”
“Um…”
The woman finally looked up at him, giving him a scowl.
Devin started to rise, but then her scowl became a grin. “I’m just fucking with
you. It’s fine.”
“More than fine,” said the woman on his right. She reached
out and brazenly touched the tip of his still-hard cock, causing the pre-cum
that had been building to soak right through the material of his shorts.
Devin jumped, even as the woman let out a little sigh. “Ooo,
you’re a ripe one.” She glanced up at
Mars. “Fresh Boy, is he?”
“Not for much longer at this rate,” muttered Mars, not
looking back.
The woman chuckled. “No kidding. You’ve got him wound up tight.” She tapped the moistened tip of
his tent again and shivered.
He felt his erection surge and he let out a small gasp. The
woman on his left did one better, and lightly scratched her cherry-red nails
over the covered head. Devin hissed and gripped the bottom of his seat tightly.
He looked up at Mars, expecting her to do something.
She still wasn’t even looking. The woman kept lightly
tickling his cock head, and she let out a contented sigh. She was doubtless
using magic, because the longer she did it, the harder his cock got, and the
more acutely he felt each nail’s passing.
“St-stop, please!” Devin rasped.
The woman pouted, but pulled her hand away. “Sorry. Couldn’t
help myself.” She smiled up at Mars. “You’ve got a really delicious one here.”
“I know,” said Mars. The complete lack of emotion, and
refusal to make eye contact, made the businesswoman falter a bit. She
maintained her smile, but it was definitely half-forced.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have touched your boy right in front of
you. Rude of me.”
“It’s fine,” said Mars.
The businesswoman on the right smirked. “Well, if it’s
fine…” She tapped his tip again, and Devin felt a full on-pleasure zap to his
cock that made his hips buck. He failed to hold back an embarrassing grunt.
The bus stopped just then, and the woman sighed. “Well, this
is our stop anyway. Ride with us again sometime, cutie!”
The two women, and another two dozen other folks, got up and
headed quickly for the doors. No one came back on, and Devin noticed they’d
pulled over next to an office building. It seemed a good half of the passengers
had been going to work. Devin wondered how many of the men he’d seen depart
were off to be Lust Energy Generators for the offices around.
With the seats around them cleared, Mars sat down next to him.
She stared at the floor with the same blasé expression she’d had watching the
front of the bus. Devin felt compelled to say something to break the awkward
silence. Something seemed more off about her than usual. Maybe Casey was right.
As soon as he thought that, Mars glanced up at him. “What?”
Devin hesitated before saying. “You can read my mind, why
are you even asking?”
“Not a sexual enough thought,” she said. “I just sensed you
thinking about me generally, and that Casey gave you some impression of me.”
She looked back to the floor. “Let me guess, she told you I’m crazy.”
“Uh, well, kinda. She says you get weird. I dunno, I’ve
never really been with you like the other girls. You’re always just, I dunno,
minding your own business, except when you need me for a quick fix.”
“I’m not interested in you.”
“I figured.” He hesitated again, then asked. “Are you a
lesbian?”
Mars flicked her gaze at him again, her eyes narrowing
slightly. Even though she didn’t actually do it, he had the distinct impression
she’d just rolled her eyes. “Yes, of course,” she said, more flatly than usual,
if that was possible. “Any woman not obsessed with your penis must of course be
a lesbian. Every man knows this one universal truth.”
Devin held a hand up in a placating gesture. “Come on, you
know that’s not how I meant that. I’m genuinely curious. I understand if I’m
not your type, but, like, I’ve never seen you bring a boy over, or heard you
talk about other boys.”
“Or girls, you may have noticed.”
“Right. Fair.” He shifted a bit in his seat. His cock was
starting to finally wilt from the sudden awkwardness. “It’s just, if you were a
lesbian, I wondered if, like, me being around was a problem for you, I guess.”
“I would think the footjobs and handjobs would indicate
otherwise.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.” He shifted again, then sighed. “Sorry.
I’ll shut up now.”
“That would probably be for the best.”
Devin’s brow furrowed, but he opted to stay true to his word.
They rode the rest of the trip in silence. Or, at least, not talking. Devin
found himself grunting and gasping a few times, as quick Aura flash here, or a
brief sensation of tickling fingers there coaxed his cock back to full erection.
At one point, a trio of teen girls came aboard and sat right across from them.
They giggled when they noticed his hard-on. One girl squinted at him, and for a
moment, he felt three tongues surround the base of his cock and very sensually
spiral up his shaft, until they snagged on the ridge of his cock head. The
tongues did three quick spins around the sensitive ridge, and his hips bucked
in his seat. He let out a little yelp that drew the attention of everyone on
the bus. The tongues vanished and the three girls laughed. Devin hung his head,
staring at the floor, his cheeks burning red with shame.
Finally, the bus pulled up to the entrance of Belle Ray
University
FOUR
Devin was almost surprised to see what appeared to be at
least half as many male students around as female. Given how Sex Magic made it
difficult for most men to obtain, much less keep, any jobs outside of the basic
labor and low skill service sectors, most colleges were almost entirely
attended by women.
There were some trades that were still popular with men;
even though the Magic could actually make women very effective in the
previously male-dominated sectors of construction and repair, most just didn’t
want to do such jobs. But this certainly wasn’t a trade school. Any job that
required brains, as far as management, finances, maths, sciences, law, and
politics went, well, a man could hardly be trusted to succeed when a female
competitor or saboteur could just melt his brain and steal all his secrets with
magical cock teasing.
It soon became clear, however, as Mars wound him through the
crowds by his cock, that many of the boys he saw weren’t here to learn. They
were here to help the girls learn.
Whether by helping the girls relax, or helping them carry supplies, or charging
them with energy to help them study better, or doing side research that the
girls could then absorb from their mind to speed their own learning, or just to
give the girls something fun take out their frustrations on when the pressures
of school got too high, Devin kept seeing various girls use the spells on boys
with casual glee.
The initial impression of dressed boys with backpacks near
the entrance was definitely misguided. These were no doubt young men coming to
the campus to attend their duties as Tease Toys for the girls to use, or
leaving the campus after a shift. The deeper into campus they went, boys lost
their backpacks and an increasing amount of clothes. Soon enough, Devin saw
naked boys pinned to the sides of buildings, some frozen in floating or
kneeling positions in strategic locations, while other nude or nearly nude boys
with raging hard cocks limped dutifully after girls who obviously had psychic
leashes on the cocks or balls.
Devin swallowed hard. He was almost surprised Mars wasn’t
making him strip by now, but he was very grateful. Most of the girls around
them seemed already pre-occupied by the available free cocks, so no one paid
him any mind. Maybe he’d be able to keep his faux-dignity while he was here
after—
“Oi! How’d a fully-clothed lad get this far into campus?”
Devin jumped as he felt a new Phantom Hand squeeze his balls,
making him stop short. The grip wasn’t painfully tight, but it was solid, and
his testicles were yanked back mid-step, as though they’d just been encased in
a form-fitting manacle chained right to the ground. Mostly out of shock, he
yelped and jerked half a step back to ease the pressure.
Mars thankfully stopped the moment she sensed him get
snagged. She turned, her expression shifting from flat to flatly annoyed. Devin
turned to see who had snagged him.
“Everything off, boy!” said a cute young blond in a low-cut
blue shirt, and white short-shorts. “At least down to your boxers!” She then
blinked as she saw Devin’s face. She squinted at him for a moment, then her
eyes went wide. “Oh my god! Fresh Boy! Wow, what are you doing here?”
Devin blinked, and tried remember her. She seemed familiar,
but he couldn’t quite place her. Not that he’d yet seen so many women since
moving that they were a blur, but the girls at the house certainly occupied
most his thoughts the last few weeks.
The blond grinned. “Aw, come on, you remember me, right? On
the train?” She held up her right index finger, then with her left index
finger, middle finger, and thumb, she stroked her right finger like a cock.
Devin felt Phantom Fingers stroke his cock in exactly the same rhythm.
Devin’s eyes widened. This was the blond who’d sat with him,
and another girl, and teased his cock through part of the train ride to Belle
Ray! She’d given him his first real Phantom Handjob, as well as his first
Orgasm Block.
“That’s right!” the blond said with a laugh. She stopped
making the stroking movement, and he felt her Phantom Hands leave him,
releasing his balls and shaft. Mars, however, kept her grip, though she held
her distance for the moment. The blond came up and extended her hand. “Wow,
small world, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said. He wasn’t entirely sure if he should be
wary of her. She had teased him, after all, despite her friend telling her to
back off. But the tease had been brief, and the two girls had been alright
company the rest of the trip. He decided he’d extend the olive branch. He took
her hand and shook it. She didn’t zap his cock with another spell like he
half-expected.
“Good to see you again,” he said. “Uh… sorry, we never
actually traded names. I’m Devin.”
“Oh, oops!” she giggled. “My name’s Stacy. April was the
other girl I was with. She’s around here somewhere actually. We’re working on a
project with two other girls.”
Mars made a throat clearing noise. Stacy turned and blinked.
“And here’s one of them now! Jeez, Mars, how do you blend so well into the
background?”
“Practice,” the deadpan girl replied.
Stacy turned and smiled at Devin. “This is Mars. She’s a
complete downer, but don’t tell her I said so.”
Mars made a little sigh. Stacy looked at her a tutted. “No,
no, you’re supposed to say ‘I’m right
here, you know, I can hear everything you say’.”
“Get a better routine,” Mars muttered.
Stacy mock-winced. “Oof. Tough crowd.” She turned to Devin
and grinned. “But you know, if you ever do
get someone like her to laugh, you know you’ve struck comedy gold.”
“I can’t imagine her finding anything funny,” said Devin,
giving a weak smile. The he remembered how she’d chuckled at him at the end of
that first house meeting. “Almost.”
“See, Mars, even a total Fresh Boy can tell you’re a
downer,” said Stacy, looking at the girl, and cocking a thumb at Devin. Then
she turned back to him, resting her hands on her hips. “So what are you doing
here anyway? I can sense some girl has her hand on your cock. I guess your
supposed mistress works for the university?”
Devin chuckled slightly. Maggie, his “official” mistress,
did indeed work here, but of course, it wasn’t her hand on him. He motioned to
Mars. “I’m here with her, actually.”
Stacy blinked, looked back at Mars, then back at Devin, then
back at Mars. Her jaw dropped, and she looked back at Devin. “No way.” She
looked back at Mars and pointed at her. “You’re
a Fresh Boy’s mistress? Really?”
She paused, then scratched her head. “Wait, that doesn’t add
up. He knew his Mistress from before, and she was older than you.”
“Turn those gears, Stacy,” muttered Mars, with another
implied eye roll.
Devin explained. “Well, my mistress runs a boarding house,
and Mars is a tenant.”
“Jeez, it is a
small world,” said Stacy.
“I told you we had a live-in boy,” Mars said.
“Yeah, but you didn’t tell me anything about him!” Stacy laughed and grinned at Devin knowingly. “Well,
I’m just glad she’s got some dick at home, finally. She’s less stressed out
than normal lately.”
Devin found it hard to imagine Mars being outright stressed,
but he supposed that she did always seem to be busy. “Happy to oblige.
Although, well, she makes less use of it than the others.”
Stacy glanced at him again, and he could feel the strange
sensation of gossamer fingers tickling his brain, the tell-tale sign that a
girl was digging through his deeper thoughts. Stacy’s eyes widen. “Woah! No
kidding! Dude, half the boys at this school don’t get that much action in their
first month!”
Devin glanced around, seeing the numerous boys shivering and
whimpering and limping in cocktease torment. “Um…”
Stacy laughed and waved a hand to the open displays around
them. “Oh, Magic teasing? All day, every day! Actual sex from multiple hotties?
Dude, you scored the fuckin’ jackpot!”
Mars gave a hint of a smirk. “I’m not sure he feels that way
sometimes.”
Devin felt himself blushing. The girls so casually reading
and discussing his sexual memories was as bad as being made nude in public! And
he immediately regretted that thought as Stacy grinned at him.
“Speaking of
getting nude in public…”
Mars waved her off. “We’re almost to the lab, let’s just get
there first.”
“Aw, come on…”
“He’s not a student, he’s our volunteer, so let’s just get
him inside. I don’t need every horny bitch from here to the building thinking
he’s a piece of school-provided free meat.”
Stacy sighed dramatically, but shrugged and shook her head.
“Fine, fine.”
With that, Mars turned, tugging Devin’s still fully hard
cock with her mystical grip, and led him towards a large, square building, with
large, tinted windows. A sign in the front designated it as the campus science
labs. Stacy followed close behind.
FIVE
As they walked, Devin glanced around in a bit of awe at the
sheer number of boys getting openly teased. “I’m kind of surprised I can even
walk straight here with this many girls throwing off Auras and Spells.”
Stacy shrugged. “There are approximately as many boys here
as there are girls throughout the campus. Cocks naturally absorb ambient Sex
Magic, so more boys in an area dilutes the effect. One girl’s Aura isn’t
spreading as far when there are a dozen cocks around her to soak it in. So even
with all the horniness and sexy times happening around, with this many cocks to
soak up the excess, a single guy in the crowd is okay, if he’s not being
deliberately targeted. Besides, most college girls know how to reign in their
Auras by their second year.”
“Ah,” said Devin. “That’s good to know.”
By this point, they had reached the building, and Mars lead
the two of them through the double doors. Stacey followed behind Devin, keeping
him between the two of them so it was clear he was not up for grabs. They went
down the first flight of steps, going into a basement area.
“We’re down the hall,” said Mars, leading Devin towards the
farthest room. This gave him an excellent view of the types of experiments that
were going on in this facility. Most of the labs had large, clear glass windows
to allow observation into the rooms. Several such rooms were already occupied,
with girls doing magical things to boys.
In one room, a girl had a boy pinned naked down onto a
table. The boy’s cock was hard and pointing to the ceiling, twitching away, and
heavily leaking pre-cum. His eyes were closed, and he almost looked asleep, the
way he tossed and turned in his invisible bonds. Devin saw a pad connected to a
wire on each of the boy’s temples. Occasionally, a girl in a lab coat, typing
away on a laptop across the room, would wiggle her fingers towards the boy’s
cock, causing his hips to buck and his face to scrunch into an erotic wince. Devin
couldn’t hear through the glass, but he was sure the boy was whimpering in his
“sleep”, while the girl studied some images on her screen.
In another room, a boy was suspended in mid-air, spread
eagle and upside down. Two girls were flanking his body, half undressed, both
licking and suckling his penis. The girl’s lips and tongues lovingly caressed
either side of the cock. Their lips met just as they reached his penis head,
trapping the plumb purple knob in their succulent grip. The boy was completely
frozen in place, unable to so much as twitch a finger, but the look of sensual
anguish on his face made Devin’s own cock quiver.
In yet another room, a cute petite girl in a cheerleader
costume was taking pictures with her phone of two boys who were floating
together in a 69 position. Each boy was ramrod straight as if standing at
attention, both parallel to the ground. Their cocks seemed practically sealed
into one another’s mouths as the two were moved up and down in a sort of seesaw
motion. As the upper boy’s cock slid deeper into the lower boy’s mouth, the
lower’s cock was sliding out of the uppers mouth. But just before the lower’s
cock could pop free, their motion reversed. Back and forth they went, made to
suck one another with mechanical precision, like a pair of slow pistons. Their faces
were contorted with desperation, even as their cocks flexed eagerly in one
another’s mouths. The girl laughed as she filmed her handiwork, but Devin could
see her face was flushed. She was no doubt as aroused as she was amused by the
situation.
Devin shook his head nervously, feeling a sympathetic
embarrassment for all the boys. So casually teased and used, and anyone could
just walk by and watch. Mars’s Phantom Hand did not stroke him, but just the
feeling of it pulling him along was enough to add to the visual stimulation.
His cock twitched as he felt pulses of pleasure in her grip. Was this the sort
of stuff Mars had planned for him?
“Enjoying the show?” said Stacy with a grin.
“What are they even doing?” he said.
She rolled her eyes. “Uh, teasing cocks, duh.”
He blushed. “No, I mean, obviously they’re teasing them, but
are they actually studying anything, or are they just fooling around?”
“Who can say?” said Stacy with a chuckle. “This is
technically the Sex Magic Science wing, but sometimes I think they just come
down here for kicks. Some people have that whole naughty doctor/kinky
experiment fetish. They might actually be testing stuff, or they might just be
recharging between actual experiments.”
“So which am I here for? A recharge or an experiment?”
“I’ll explain once we get to the room,” said Mars.
If Devin didn't know Mars better, he’d say that she was just
stalling to make him wind himself up with anticipation. Actually, depending on
what he was here for, it’s possible she was actually doing that anyway, despite
head games not being her typical approach.
They finally reached the room at the end of the hallway,
which thankfully did not have an open display window. The glass on the
double-doors was certainly large enough to get a good view if any curious
onlookers wanted to peak in, though. Then Devin remembered that the Magic would
let any girl who wanted just spy on him from across campus if he was hard.
Internally, he sighed. There was just no winning against Sex Magic. Silently,
as he fought another blush, he hoped most of the female students would be too
busy with their own boys.
There were already two girls in the room when they entered,
one ducked behind some equipment, the other prepping a row of computers. There
was also what looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and some kind of
bondage rack. The padded, high-backed seat was reclined, the arm rests were at
a wide angle outwards from the back, and instead of a foot rest extending from
the seat, there were stir-ups set in place to hold up and spread the legs
apart.
Next to this chair was an array of wires connected to some
kind of medical monitoring device, a small, movable totem pole of switches,
wire sockets, and small monitors. A long metal table had been set up next to
the chair, with two laptops and a newer model desktop lined up.
Typing on one of the laptops was a brunette that Devin
recognized as the other girl he’d met on the train. April seemed to be the only
one dressed for the part, wearing a white lab coat, although as she turned, he
could see that she was wearing short shorts and a tank top to match Stacy. She
was also wearing glasses that gave her a cute nerd girl look. Devin was fairly
certain that girls mostly wore glasses as a fashion statement these days, but
he wasn’t about to argue against the look.
As April turned and saw Devin, her eyes widened and she
smiled. “Oh hey! It’s the Fresh Boy.”
“I do have a name you know,” Devin grumbled.
“Yeah,” said Stacy, grinning. “This is Kevin. He’s the boy
living at Mars’ place.”
“Really?” said April. “Wow, small world.”
“That’s what I
said!”
“It's Devin, actually,” said the young man.
Stacy chuckled as she waved him off. “Oh yeah, Kevin was one
of the guys I had a threesome with last night.”
Devin blushed as he thought about being in a threesome with
Stacy and April. April chuckled and shook her head. “Oh, please, don't fall for
her obvious traps. She doesn’t need the encouragement.”
Devin suddenly felt two strong arms wrap around him from
behind. A full-bodied woman pressed herself alluringly against his back. The
woman purred into his ear. Literally purred, like a cat. Devin jumped but the
girl kept a firm grip on him. Her felt her hair tickle his cheek as she nuzzled
him. “Mmm… he looks tasty.”
“Tastier than he looks,” said Mars.
Stacy smirked at the trapped boy. “Well, we’ll have to test
that out, won’t we?”
April smirked at the raven-haired girl. “I mean, if he’s
good enough Mars is actually complimenting him, he must be pretty great.”
Mars didn’t acknowledge the comment, but Devin felt a twinge
of male pride. For a moment, he almost wasn’t embarrassed at how lewdly he was
tenting his pants.
The other woman finally released him. He turned to see her,
and his eyes went wide. A statuesque Amazon with a wild mane of auburn hair
grinned down at him. She was as tall as Brandy, maybe even taller by a couple
inches. She was just as busty, too. She was also quite strong looking, a fit
build with clearly defined muscles, and wearing only a crimson leotard to show
off her figure. But her most shocking features were her cat-like ears and tail,
covered in black fur, and her green cat-like eyes. She even had noticeable
fangs when she grinned, and her fingernails were curved into claws. She lacked
actual fur, but her light brown skin had black stripes down her limbs and back.
The only reason she hadn’t immediately drawn his eye when he
walked in was that she had been crouched behind the chair and equipment,
fiddling with some wires. Now that she was right in front of him, Devin felt
very much like a mouse cornered by a cat. Although she had a bombshell body,
the cat-like look and imposing size wasn’t quite in his wheelhouse, and for a
moment, he found himself actually scoping out a woman not entirely out of
sexual interest.
She grinned down at him, extending a hand. “Name’s
Cinnamon.”
Devin took her hand and winced at her grip. She didn’t
squeeze him hard enough to hurt, but her grip was far firmer than he’d expected
from a woman. He had the distinct impression she could have beaten any football
player from his High School without even using the Magic. He almost flinched
when he felt her claws graze his skin, but she was very careful not to scratch
him.
Devin swallowed a bit nervously. “Wow. Uh. Wow. Are you a
New Bestian?”
The tall catwoman laughed. “Nah, actually. I just love the
catgirl look so much, I contracted an Arch to modify me. I’m from out near Rosaria.
Would love to go to New Bestia, though. They got an exchange program here, but
I haven’t heard back on my application yet.”
Devin nodded. Rosaria was the capital of Midland Midland
Devin managed to compose himself. “That’s cool. Actually one
of my housemates is New Bestian.”
Cinnamon’s eyes went wide. “Wow, that’s so cool! You have to
let me come by sometime and meet them!” Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
Devin’s impression of the imposing tigress was suddenly knocked down a peg as
she looked at him with childlike glee.
Devin chuckled a bit nervously. “Yeah, I guess I can
introduce you some time.”
Stacy let out a little snort of amusement. She motioned to
him as she turned to April. “This fucking guy. He’s already living with a
harem, and he’s looking to add more.”
Devin blushed hotly. “I didn't mean it like that!”
April rolled her eyes and shook her head. “She's just
messing with you.”
Mars cut in. “Alright, let’s remember why we’re here.”
Devin’s brow furrowed. “Actually you still haven’t explained
that to me.”
“Oh. Right. Well. Firstly, do you know what a Lust Energy
Dynamo is?”
Devin nodded. “Kinda. Maggie used to work for a company that
was trying to sell those at some point, so I learned a little bit from her.
It’s some kind of energy collector that’s supposed to absorb Lust Energy for
power, right? Only, it can’t actually do that, so the real energy comes from
the women using, like, enhanced bio energy or something.”
Mars nodded. “Yes, that is correct. The principle of the
Dynamo is to take the Lust Energy that all men generate and convert it into a
usable energy resource to supplement the electrical needs of the country.
Initially, the hope was to be able to invent a device that could absorb Lust
Energy directly, the way solar panels can absorb sunlight.
“However, as has been proven time and time and time again,
Sex Magic does not interface with technology. At all. So the Dynamo does not
really work the way it's supposed to. In that sense, the actual LED doesn’t
exist, and what we call an LED uses men’s energy in a roundabout way. As you
know, Sex Magic—”
“I told you she’d
say ‘as you know’!” said Stacy in a faux-whisper to April. “You owe me ten
bucks.”
April sighed in mock-disappointment. “I told her to lay off
the old sci-fi books.” Both girls grinned at Mars.
Mars just stared at them in what could be interpreted as a
glare, before she continued. “As you know,
Lust Energy grants women boosts to their overall physical and mental prowess.
By absorbing the Energy, it gives a woman enhanced strength, durability,
reflexes, stamina, healing, mental focus and processing, etc, on top of
refreshing the body as good as sleep and a hearty meal.”
Devin did indeed know. While many Sex Mages just used their
telekinetic body control abilities to move men around, he’d seen the levels of
physical power Lust Energy gave women. Back in Littleton
Devin’s own Mom had been part of a quintet of women who’d
helped haul a huge tractor out of a lake it rolled into, using nothing more
than heavy chains and their own bodies. Two young women had once helped his Dad
haul his car out of the road when the battery suddenly died in the middle of an
intersection, the women each grabbing part of the frame, lifting the vehicle
up, and carrying it into the nearest parking lot. And then he remembered seeing
the mother and daughter next door remove a dead tree stump from their backyard
by ripping it out of the ground with her bare hands, while the two men of the
family stayed inside.
Devin had always been in awe seeing such feats, initially
not entirely understanding why these bursts of strength seemed to only occur
sporadically. Growing up, it was clear he was getting natural stronger than
girls usually were, and he was warned he shouldn’t be too physically rough with
younger girls. When he finally was taught about Sex Magic and its many effects,
Devin would get rock hard when he remembered every superhuman strength feat he’d
seen. For a good two months, those memories fueled his masturbation fantasies.
And then the girl next door found out he’d been jerking it
to thoughts of her physically overpowering him, pinning him down with a
superhuman grip fueled by his own erection, and having her way with him. She
never actually confronted him about it, soon enough, when they would see each
other over the fence, she’d grin, flex her arm, sometimes kiss her bicep, and
wink at him. Devin would have to run inside, blushing and erecting, while she
giggled. Thankfully, she moved away soon after. In hindsight, that had just
been a taste of the lack of privacy that was now standard in Devin’s life.
Devin then noticed Cinnamon grinning at him. She flexed her
arm, kissed her bicep, and winked at him, just like his neighbor had. Devin
blushed hotly as his already hard cock throbbed. Cinnamon, April, and Stacy all
laughed. Devin’s blush just deepened. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to how
casually all the women just read his mind!
Mars actually scowled at them all. “Devin, please focus.”
“R-right, sorry.” He took a breath to calm himself, but Cinnamon
did another flex, and he forced himself to just look straight at Mars.
“Alright, so. These enhancements can be modulated and
focused with some practice, and can include things beyond brute force. Senses
can be temporarily improved, such as eagle-like vision, bat-like hearing,
dog-like smell, or even seeing into the infrared or ultraviolet. This also goes
for boosting the natural heat production and electrical fields produced by the
human body. Nothing on the level of shooting fire or lightning, only Archmages
can really do that, but a woman who can focus her enhancements can produce
electricity akin to an electric eel, and keep producing it as long as Lust
Energy is provided.”
“Oh, okay,” said Devin, nodding. “So I’m guessing with the
practical LED models we use, women just tease men, absorb their energy, then
just, I guess, charge their skin with electricity and touch some diodes to
store up the power?”
“Some of them, yes,” said Mars. “Some women excel at certain
tricks over others. If they can’t use their electrical fields directly, some
women use heat on thermodynamic generators, some just use raw strength to turn
cranks. It’s all very tedious.”
Cinnamon nodded. “Actually, the plant near us straps men
into giant turn cranks, then has women telekinetically move them in circles to
turn the dynamos. It’s more efficient, but not by much, since women have to
manually control the movements, they can’t just set them into a loop.”
Mars nodded. “Overall, the energy needs of our country mean
that LED plants still can’t cover everything, and require more women than is
really practical to provide an ideal quota. Even plants that hire dynakinetic
Archmages, their just aren’t enough of those willing to do such tedious grunt
work every single day. Actually, even if they all did, the number of Archmages who can just casually generate
lightning is to small to make up the difference.
“Moreover, so much Lust Energy just ends up being wasted by
having the middle woman acting as the transistor. Very few women have the skill
to maintain perfect energy conversion for hours on end, or even minutes on end.
There’s always waste energy, spillover, and women who just lose concentration
from non-stop channeling the euphoric energy from a hyper-teased cock.”
“So, what exactly does this experiment involve then?” said
Devin.
Mars started typing at the main computer. “My hope is to realize
the original vision of the LED, to find some way to make that Lust Energy
equivalent to a solar cell. How much easier and more efficient would it be, if
we could just set some looping Tease Spells on a few men’s cocks, set them in a
room completely covered in energy collector panels, and just let them sit there
with only a few female staff needed to supervise. We could get nearly 100%
efficiency with such a system, with a much improved effort-to-result ratio.”
Devin’s brow furrowed. “But… the Magic can’t touch
technology.”
Mars shook her head. “I don’t believe that is entirely true.
I simply think we have not found the right key to the lock, as it were.”
Stacy smirked wryly. “She thinks if we keep bringing boys
here and teasing the shit out of them while we scan for different frequencies
and energy readings, we’re going to somehow achieve what thousands of actual
scientists around the world have failed to do for over a decade.”
“I see,” said Devin, giving Stacy a wry look. “You don’t
seem like you have much faith in the project.”
The blonde girl shrugged. “I don’t, really, but it still
counts toward my science credits.”
“I’m not exactly spoiled for assistants,” said Mars. “Test
subjects, sure, but Stacy’s the only girl I could find who was even
interested.”
Stacy laughed and shrugged again. “If I’m already teasing
the shit out of boys around here, I may as well get credits for it!”
April followed up, “She dragged me into this, and then when
I told Cin about this, she wanted to join.”
Cinnamon looked a bit sheepish. “I’m actually in the theater
program, not the science department, but this just seemed too fun!” She
blinked, then turned dramatically to Mars. “Hey, wait-a-minute! If you’re
roommates with this guy, that means you’re also
roommates with a New Bestian! Why didn’t you tell me that?”
“You never asked,” said Mars. Cinnamon pouted. Once again,
the imposing tigress seemed rather less imposing.
“Classic Mars,” said Stacy, giving Devin a wink.
Cripes, she’s another
Casey, Devin thought.
Stacy laughed. “I don’t know about that, I don’t just jump
into bed with strangers the first night I meet them.”
April snickered. “Yeah, you at least wait until the second
night.” Stacy stuck her tongue out at her.
Mars sighed slightly. “Alright, you clowns, let’s get him stripped
and strap him in.”
With zero ceremony, Cinnamon promptly yanked Devin’s pants
down. He raised his arms, starting to protest, but Cinnamon took the moment to
pull his shirt up, leveraging his arms up with her forearms. Devin stumbled out
of his sandals and bunched up shorts and boxers as the catwoman pulled his
shirt free.
“I can undress myself!” Devin huffed.
“More fun this way,” said Cinnamon, leaning close. Her tail
sneaked up and tickled his bare side, causing him to shiver and jump back.
While he was still off-balance, she snatched him up into her arms like a child
and deposited him on the funky looking chair. Quickly, she pulled his left arm
down onto the angled armrest, and secured a strap around his forearm, just
behind the wrist.
April was already doing the same to his right arm, while
Stacy pulled up his right leg, securing it into the stir-up with another strap
around the calf. Cinnamon did the same with his left leg, while April moved to
secure a final strap around his waste. It was only once he was fully secure
that Devin felt Mars’ psychic hand let go of him.
Devin struggled against the bonds. “What the heck is this?”
“A modified gynecologist’s chair,” said April.
“What’s a gyno—gyna—?”
All four girls smirked. Even Mars, a little bit.
“Gy-no-co-lo-gist.” April explained. “Before the Magic,
gynecologists were doctors that dealt with specifically female health issues,
particularly the reproductive system. Chairs like these made the check ups
easier.”
Stacy needlessly clarified. “Women used to have to get their
coochies checked. Manually.”
Devin blushed hotly as he realized what a femininely
compromising position he was strapped in. He felt a sudden pang of fear that
they were going to do… well, he wasn’t sure what. Three of the girls chuckled,
Mars not joining in this time.
April continued. “One of the many great things about Sex Magic.
If we really have a problem, doctors can just sense our bodies if we let them.
But thanks to the healing effects, that’s almost never necessary. Especially
with our sex organs; the Magic protects those the most.”
“I dunno, I always like a nice game of doctor,” purred
Cinnamon, licking her lips as she eyed the bound-down boy.
Devin’s cock twitched. “Wh-what’s with the straps?” he said,
testing his bonds a bit. “You could just cast a Binding Spell on me.”
“Part of our control,” said Mars. “We’re trying different
Spell effects to see how the energy frequencies react. We’re trying Teases
without Binding Spells, to see if that might make a difference with the
readings.”
April went behind the chair, and Devin heard the rustling of
wires. She pulled forward a bundle of loose ends. Stacy went to the cabinets on
the other side of the room and pulled out a small box. Inside was a set of small
sticky pads, which the two girls fastened to the ends of the wires. The two started
applying the pads to Devin’s genitals. They stuck two on his balls, four along
the sides of his cock, one on his taint just below the scrotum, and one on the
flat of his penis head. The pads were small black squares that stuck fast to
his skin, and the wires trailed back to the equipment tower next to him, which
in turn was hooked up to the computers.
“What are these?” said Devin, feeling a slightly cool
prickling at the feeling of the pads.
“Modified TENS pads,” April explained. “Normally used for
electrical stimulation.”
Devin’s eyes widened and he looked down at the wires warily.
“Wait, you’re going to electrocute my penis?” His cock actually started to wilt
a bit.
Another round of chuckles. “Oh, no. These are just good for
conduction. We’ll use Tease Spells to stimulate you, and take readings through
the pads.”
“Although, I’ve played around with e-stims a bit,” said
Stacy with a chuckle. “It can be pretty fun.” She reached out and lightly
touched a fingertip to the tip of his cock. Devin shivered as he felt a phantom
current of electrical charge run through his cock. It was like his muscles were
being tightly vibrated from the inside. It was a strange, but surprisingly
pleasurable sensation. He grunted and his cock flexed under her finger,
squeezing a drop of pre-cum onto her fingertip.
Stacy shivered. “Oooh…” She pulled her finger away and
licked the pre-cum bead off. “Wow. You were right, Mars. His energy is great!”
April reached over and ran her fingertip down his length,
adding a little zap of pleasure stimulation as well. Her eyes widened a bit.
“Yeah. Wow.”
Cinnamon reached over with her tail and lightly brushed the
fuzzy tip along his length, then shivered and purred. “Mmmmm…”
“The best energy I’ve ever felt,” said Mars. “It’s why I
decided to bring him in. There might be something about him that will help us
close the gap.”
“How did we not notice that before?” said Stacy.
“We’re been teasing him mercilessly and my housemates have
been fucking his brains out,” said Mars. “We let him blow his load as much as
he wants on Sundays, but even after that, he’s back to blue balled by Tuesday.
That’s when the difference really starts to kick in. He probably wasn’t nearly
riled up enough when you first met him.”
“That makes sense,” said Stacy. She grinned down at him.
“Although, I did give him his first Orgasm Block!” She gave his cock another
tap and shivered. Devin gasped as she sent a stronger jolt through him.
“Cripes, how potent would your energy be if they just never let you cum at
all?”
Devin looked at Mars with concern. “Please don’t. You’ll all
kill me!”
Mars waved him off. “Stell wouldn’t stand for it, Maggie and
even Casey wouldn’t allow that long a denial, given what we put you through.”
Devin shook his head. “Casey might.”
“She likes you too much,” said Mars.
Devin flushed. “Maybe.”
“Good grief, this guy,” said Stacy, flicking through his
thoughts. “Living with a whole harem of hotties, and they give you a whole day to fuck and cum on your own terms?”
She looked to Cinnamon. “You seeing
how much action this guy gets?”
“Oh, is that the New Bestian you know?” said Cinnamon,
rifling through his recent memories. “Oooo, she’s super cute!”
“And super slutty!” laughed Stacy. “Look at her suck down
all that cum!”
Devin flushed hotly. Stell had been very, very good to him on his free Sundays.
But even Casey had made him spurt a couple times on those days.
“Man, living like a stud,” said Cinnamon, grinning.
“Even most studs don’t get to cum that much!” said April.
“That’s what I was saying earlier, he doesn’t appreciate how
good he has it!” said Stacy.
Devin shook his head. He needed
to cum that much after six days of being used and abused by the girls! He could
definitely appreciate his situation, by which he meant, he knew his place. He
was hardly living the fantasy of the Sultan’s Harem, where he got to dictate
how and when the women pleased him. If anything, he was more sex toy than stud.
Stacy smirked at his thoughts. “Stud, sex toy, basically the
same thing these days.”
His cock was throbbing without any stimulation and he
shifted in his seat, very aware of how restricted his movements were even in
ordinary bondage. Being actually tied down, a stark physical enforcement of his
total helplessness before the girls, was having a stronger effect on him than
he’d expected!
Cinnamon came up to the side of his chair and started
running her fingers over his chest. “Mmm, so hard, and we haven’t even done
anything yet. I think we should get started.”
“Yes, let’s,” said Mars, clicking a few things on the main
PC. “Everything’s set up.”
April and Stacy each went to a laptop, while Cinnamon stayed
next to Devin. She continued to run her fingers along his chest and abs. Devin
felt nervous as her claws lightly grazed his skin, but she maintained a very
light touch. The sharp tips never scratched him, only giving him a strangely
pleasant almost-tickle across his flesh.
Her fingers dipped lower and lower, until they came
perilously close to his cock. However, just before she could touch it, her
fingers drifted away. At the same time, her fuzzy tail snaked up between the
stir-ups and lightly brushed his inner thigh. The flexible appendage brushed
and tickled its way towards his testicles, coming within a hairsbreadth, before
sweeping away and starting over, trailing up from his knee.
Devin squirmed under the attention, letting out little
half-giggles, even as his cock throbbed and twitched. Over and over she neared
his cock and balls, only to stop just short of touching him. Devin flushed and
his cock strained. Why wasn’t she touching him? After weeks of supernatural sexual
teasing, he couldn’t believe how much this non-magical trick was working him
up. His hips squirmed in his seat as her fingers almost made contact with his
penis head, only to dart away once more.
Devin let out a grunt of frustration. Cinnamon giggled,
leaned down, and purred in his ear. He let out a little moan, and his cock
quivered with tension, as the purr seemed to resonate through his mind,
stirring up his arousal with an unexpected sensuality.
“Heehee, boys are always surprised at how little it takes to
actually wind them up,” said Cinnamon in a sultry voice that made Devin melt.
“It’s no wonder even basic Magic is so effective on them, when a girl already can
drive them nuts with just her touch.”
Devin couldn’t argue. He never expected a girl deliberately not touching his cock would cause so
much sexual tension! Crazily, he thought, this was real teasing, in the classic sense, wasn’t it? Making him
anticipate, making him think he was going to receive pleasure, only to keep it
just out of reach. This crazy catwoman was riling him up, playing his body like
a violin, without the cheat of Tease Spells. Devin flushed, and he felt even
more embarrassed at how sensitive he really was. With spells, he could convince
himself that of course the Magic was overwhelming, because it was supernatural.
He folded so easily because it cut right through his defenses.
But as a boy at the whims of a beautiful woman who knew
exactly how to play his body, he was forced to confront how weak the male flesh
was to female touch in the first place. He let out a small yelp and jerked in
his bonds as Cinnamon’s tail finally brushed against his full balls, just once.
He flushed with shame as the catwoman chuckled at his vulnerability.
“Goodness, you’re so jumpy,” she purred, letting her fingers
“accidentally” brush the ridge of his cock head as she dipped her hand lower.
His cock jerked and squeezed another drop of pre-cum out. “So shy and
sensitive.”
“The shyness is from being raised in Littleton
Devin swallowed hard. “Is m-my energy really th-that
special? Ah!” He jumped as Cinnamon’s tail whisked through the nooks of his
groin.
Stacy sighed. “Don’t get your hopes up. They’ve tested this
shit on Radiants, and still nothing.”
“R-radiants?” Devin said.
“You know about Archmages, right?” said April. “Women who
are exceptionally powerful and have extra tricks they can do?”
Devin nodded, his breath coming in quick huffs as Cinnamon
lightly tickled up and down his sides.
“Radiants are the male equivalent. Which just means they
pour out an excess of Lust Energy. Just getting hard, they can put out as much
energy as you do after an hour of getting cockteased. They don’t get any extra
tricks, though.” April turned to Mars. “Do you think that’s what he is? Some
kind of low-key Radiant?”
Devin opened his mouth to say something, but instead let out
a whimper as Cinnamon purred right in his ear once more, then snaked her tongue
out to probe his earlobe. He tried to twist away, giggling embarrassingly, but
could not escape her.
Cinnamon chuckled. “Oh, this is just too fun!” She brought
her hands up to tweak his nipples and tickle them, which made Devin squirm and
giggle from stimulation he never expected!
Mars shook her head, ignoring Devin’s plight, even as the
other two girls giggled at him. “Devin may not be a Radiant, but he’s
definitely got something going on. I’m sure of it. And I want to find out if we
can use it.”
Stacy gave Devin an appraising look, her gaze focused on his
throbbing cock, which wagged eagerly from his squirming under Cinnamon’s
attentions. “Hmmm. Well, I suppose it’s different from the last three dozen
boys we put through this thing.”
Cinnamon brought her tail up to very briefly tickle along
his throbbing shaft, causing Devin to let out a little moan. His cock jerked,
and his hips tried to buck for more stimulation, held back by the strap and
Cinnamon wickedly keeping her tail just beyond his reach. She leaned close to
his ear and whispered.
“Isn’t it just so mean how they talk about you like you’re
an object?” Her voice carried a slight resonance, almost purring as her sultry
tone sent tingles down his spine. “It’s so embarrassing, isn’t it? Like you’re
just a bug under a microscope. They’re going to tease and torment your poor,
achy cock, just to get some extra credit for class.” She flicked her tail along
his length once more, and that was enough to make his cock jerk as he hit the
edge of orgasm. Not as fiercely as a magic or full-stroke edging, but the fact
that that was all it took to make him peak proved how easy he was to work up.
All three girls giggled as he edged, and Devin’s blush
deepened. He really was utterly helpless. With just a few whispers and teasing
touches, bound only by some simple straps to a chair, he was total putty in
these girls’ hands. It struck him, then, the idea that that’s really all Sex Magic
was. It was just an extension of the power women already had over men, taken to
a supernatural extreme. And with that revelation, Devin found the power so much
scarier, and yet so much more alluring than before.
“I think we have a humiliation fetishist!” said Stacy with a
laugh.
Cinnamon pulled back from Devin, letting her fingers gently
caress his chest. Devin looked up at got a spectacular underside view of her
chest. “Aw, cute boy, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of boys are turned
on by being so exposed and vulnerable.” She glanced down and grinned as she
flicked her tail across his cock once more. Devin let out a gasp as he nearly
edged again. “Of course, if the shame revs your motor, by all means, be as
embarrassed as you like.”
“Damn, Cin, you’ve either gotten a lot of practice, or he’s
just that sensitive,” said Stacy. “He’s going to go nuts when we start using spells!”
Cinnamon chuckled. “Well, you’ve given me lots of boys to
perfect my technique on!”
Mars cut in. “Speaking of spells, start hitting him.
Equipment’s not finding anything yet.”
Stacy sighed and wiggled her fingers at Devin. “Sure, sure.”
Devin jumped as he felt a flurry of feather tips start
whisking over his cock. Several flickered up and down his shaft, two wound in
circles around his balls, while another three rasped over his penis head. Devin
jerked and squirmed, huffing. The simple spell was especially effective after
Cinnamon’s teasing.
About ten seconds later, April blew a kiss at his cock, and
Devin let out a small cry as he felt a tight, wet mouth very slowly and
sensually close around his cock head and slide down his shaft. He felt the
tongue work against his length as the mouth moved down, held him for a couple
seconds, then slid upwards, suckling on the head, then moved back down. The
cycle took about six seconds in total, and he felt it as distinctly as he felt
each feather. Pre-cum oozed freely from his cock, languorously dripping down
the shaft.
Cinnamon made a little clawing motion at his cock, and Devin
yelped as he felt the sharp tips of her claws very, very gently tickling along
his penis head and testicles. It was a strange sensation that both tickled him,
and got his hackles up as he felt the sharpness trail along his most sensitive
parts. But the touch stayed pleasant, keenly triggering his nerves.
Devin moaned as he edged again, hard this time. Cinnamon
stayed by his side, a hand on his shoulder, while Stacy and April checked their
laptops. Stacy looked bored, clearly not expecting anything, while April at
least kept up an appropriately studious expression as she dutifully checked the
readings. Mars’ face was stern, eyes squinted as she scrutinized her screen
intently.
After ten minutes, and several edges, Mars said, “More.”
Stacy and April each flicked a finger at him, while Cinnamon
licked the air. Devin felt several tongues join the feathers in their rotation,
moving in a mirrored pattern. The first Phantom Mouth picked up its pace, while
two firm, slick hands gripped his cock and started giving him a steady handjob.
A second Phantom Mouth enveloped him, facing the opposite direction from the
first. The first mouth was from a girl kneeling in front of him, the second had
to be from a girl sitting on his chest. Or his face. The second mouth’s tongue
was also pleasantly rough, almost like a cat’s tongue.
Devin mewed as the sensations instantly made him edge again,
and he was soon held in that state. So many points of stimulation, somehow all
distinctly felt instead of washing together, each one more than capable of
bring him to a quick, hard spurt. Instead, they pressed him against the cruel
Orgasm Block, rising his tension and need higher and higher, but never letting
him achieve release.
And then Mars, without even glancing at him, flicked her own
finger at him, and Devin jolted in his chair with a yelp. He felt something
deep inside him, delicate fingers lovingly closing around an organ he hadn’t
even been aware could feel that way. He let out a loud yelp as the Phantom
Fingers massaged this spot inside him, and the edging intensified sharply. He
trashed on the chair as it all became too much.
Stacy broke out into giggles. “Holy shit, Mars! I don’t
think he even knew guys could feel that!”
“It’s surprising how many boys still don’t know about the
prostate,” Mars muttered, as a small bemused smile graced her lips. “But then,
they don’t come much Fresher than him.”
Devin squirmed and bucked against his bonds, whimpering as
he tried to escape the wickedly pleasurable sensation inside him, a pleasure
that would have been too intense and weird, even if it were done without the
Magic. And at the same time, the sensations on his cock doubled their speed and
intensity, making him holler and thrash. Not since that joint tease at the end
of the house meeting had he been assailed by so many sensations at once!
After enjoying the show for several more minutes, April
turned to Mars. “Anything yet?”
The girl sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in
frustration. “No. Nothing. I even downloaded new programs to expand the frequencies
and wavelengths and—”
Stacy sighed in annoyance. “Mars, as much as I’d like to
keep strapping down boys and teasing them to tears, I don’t need to be cooped
up in a lab three times a week to do it. We’ll still get credit for trying, but
maybe it’s time to pack it in.”
Mars stared at the computer for a moment. Then her fist shot
out and punched the monitor hard enough to crack the flat screen and fling it
off the table. It only didn’t go flying across the room because it was still attached
to the tower.
“Woah!” Stacy and April jumped back, eyes wide, hands going
up defensively. Even Cinnamon jumped. All three gawked at the girl.
“Mars! Cripes! What was that for?” April dashed to the other
side of the desk, and picked up the monitor. It was irreparably broken. “Damn
it, we’re going to have to pay for this!”
“I have the money,” grumbled Mars, bitterly.
“You still can’t go wrecking lab property!” said Stacy,
scooting the laptops back in case Mars decided to bust them up to.
“I’ll deal with it,” the raven haired girl said. She looked
genuinely angry.
“Jeez, Marceline,” said Cinnamon, coming over to her and
putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not a big deal.”
Mars sighed loudly and swept a hand through her hair,
pausing to clutch a fistful of her raven locks tightly. For a moment, she
looked like she was going to pull her hair out. Then she sighed again, released
her hair and let her hand drop to her side. She closed her eyes, took another
breath, and composed herself.
Cinnamon pat her shoulder with a smile. She would have
hugged the girl, but past experience taught her that Mars was not the
touchy-feely type.
April plopped the shattered monitor on the table, scowling
at Mars. “Well, at least you didn’t kick the PC. The data should still be
intact.”
“That’s why I took it out on the monitor. It can be
replaced. I’ll replace it, just… whatever. Experiment’s done for the day.”
Devin let out a high pitched whimper, and the girls
remembered he was still under their spells. They all turned and all but Mars chuckled.
They let his desperate male energy wash over them, easing the tension of the
moment. Devin, for his part, was too out of it to fully follow what had
happened.
Stacy went up to him and tapped the tip of his raging hard,
shaking cock. Devin yelped as her touch sent another hard jolt of energy
through his organ, spiking the sensations until it took his breath away. “I
mean, we have the rest of the two hours blocked out. We could have some extra
fun.”
Mars considered it for a moment, then shook her head. “He’s
got work to do back home. Besides, he gets enough torture throughout the week.”
Stacy’s eyes widened. “Aw, look at Mars, getting all sweet
on a boy.” She looked to Devin, grinning, and gave his cock another finger-tap
zap. “Thank your mistress, house boy, lest I punish your ingratitude!”
Devin could only mew helplessly.
April sighed and made a series of quick sweeping motions at
Devin’s cock, as if sweeping away some dust. One by one, the various spells
shut off. “That’s enough, Stacy.”
Stacy pouted. “Oh, I was just kidding.” She started undoing
his bonds as Devin sagged into the seat, breathing heavily. Cinnamon peeled off
the TENS pads, making Devin twitch as each clung to his skin, tickling his
flesh as it peeled away.
Once he was free, Stacy flicked her hand up and Devin
floated out of the chair, causing him to jump. She set him down on his feet,
and she and Cinnamon put a hand on each shoulder to steady him, before she
released her hold.
Devin swayed slightly, wincing as gravity took hold his
aching loins, but after a moment, the energizing effect of the magic sunk in,
and he was able to compose himself, standing tall.
April, meanwhile, had packed up the two laptops, while Mars
closed the sensor programs on the PC, typing by memory. She then ducked beneath
the table and pulled out two flash drives. Stacy and Cinnamon, meanwhile, put
away the wires and pads.
“Well, gotta go, Fresh Boy,” said April, clapping a hand on
his still bare shoulder. “You hang in there, alright? Don’t let those girls
drive you too crazy!”
Devin let out a shaky laugh. “As if I have a choice!”
Cinnamon, April, and Stacy laughed. Stacy wickedly gave his
cock one more little zap, before the she and April left. Cinnamon ruffled his
hair and winked at him before leaving as well. “Don’t forget! I want to meet
that cute New Bestian!” Devin chuckled and assured her that he’d arrange it.
SIX
Devin took a breath and went back to the chair,
half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of it. He looked to Mars as she
collected the pieces of the monitor, disconnected it, and placed it on a far
counter. She scrawled a note, explaining the damage.
Devin watched her work. Now that he wasn’t being gangbanged
with Magic teases, he could piece together what had happened.
“Mars?”
The raven-haired girl turned to him, giving him her usual
flat expression. “What?”
“You okay?”
“Fine.”
Devin pointed to the shattered monitor. “That’s not okay.
Especially not from you.”
Mars glanced back, half-scowled, and said, “I’m just
frustrated.”
“Obviously.”
“If it’s obvious, why are you bothering to ask?”
Devin looked to the side, awkwardly. “Sorry, I don’t mean to
pester you, it’s just, well, I know three weeks isn’t that long, and the other
girls have been kind of hogging me, but, you know, I don’t feel like I know you
that well.”
“What’s to know?”
“Well, I mean, do you usually smash things when you’re
frustrated? You seem so cool and collected normally. Should I be worried?”
Mars cocked her head to side a bit as she appraised him.
Devin was struck for a moment how actually cute she was, if you could get past
the constant deadpan and dour expressions. Not Stell cute, but still cute.
Mars let out a little snort as she read his thoughts. “Gee,
nice of you to notice.”
“Sorry,” said Devin. “It’s just—”
Mars held up a hand to cut him off. “Spare me. I’m not
jealous, I don’t want you like that, and I don’t need your attraction to
validate me.”
Devin shifted a bit. “Right. I didn’t mean to imply that.
But that’s kind of what I mean. You’re really hard to read.”
Mars crossed her arms and leaned back against the counter.
“I just have a lot on my mind.”
“I see.” Devin couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous. Men’s
thoughts were never private from the minds of women. Initially it was only
their sexual thoughts women could read, but all it took was a little sex or
magic teasing, and a man’s mind became an increasingly open book to the women
in his life. But a woman’s mind was still a mystery to men, save perhaps those
few whose wife or girlfriend trusted them enough to allow a special peek into
their psyche.
At this point, Brandy, Stell, and Casey had nearly full
telepathy with him. Mars was only behind on that progress because she still
hadn’t actually slept with him, just cast spells or very occasionally touched
his cock. In fact, Devin realized, he had yet to see Mars naked, or even just
in her underwear. For some reason, that almost struck him as funny. It also
prompted a thought.
“So, um, can I ask, like, what your take on all this is?”
Mars nodded. “You can.”
Devin waited for a follow up, before realizing she was being
a smart ass. Her delivery was so flat, it was hard to tell. He cleared his
throat. “Right, so, what’s your take on all this?”
“On what?”
“Well, like, the house situation. How you view guys. You
kind of just tease me a bit to get an energy boost, but you’re not all over me
like Casey or Stell, you don’t use me like Brandy. Even if you’re not a
lesbian, I get the impression you don’t really care about guys. Or you don’t
really care about sex.”
“You want to know what my femdom philosophy is?”
Devin frowned. It sounded kind of dumb saying it out loud
like that, but he didn’t have a better way to phrase it. “Well, yeah, I guess.
Brandy’s Victorian, she thinks men should just be tools, Stell is Fantasian,
she thinks men should be, well, if not equals, than at least partners beyond
just a pet. Casey, she seems like she just thinks of guys as playthings, but
then she’ll be nice, too. I don’t know, I can’t figure her out, either.”
Mars shrugged. “For Casey, it’s all just in good fun.
Granted, her idea of fun is more than most guys think they can handle, but she
doesn’t want to dehumanize you. She likes boys, she just can’t help but be a
mischievous brat.”
Devin shifted. “I guess so. So what about you?”
Mars let out a long breath, glancing to the side for a
moment, as if parsing her thoughts. Then, she looked back at Devin, and her
expression gave him pause. “This is all just a game, Devin. One I’m not very
interested in playing.”
He gave her a confused look. “Game? What do you mean?”
She made a vague sweeping gesture in his direction. He
realized she was indicating the lab, not just the room they were in, but the
whole wing, and possibly the campus beyond “This. All of this. It’s a game.
We’re living in someone’s perverse role play right now.”
She crossed her arms again. “I use the Magic because it’s
convenient. It helps me focus, rejuvenates me, let’s me absorb knowledge
better. And yes, sometimes, I get horny, too, so I use the Magic to tend to
that.
“But I’m not a nymphomaniac like almost all other women I
meet. My interest in the Magic doesn’t stop at how it enhances sex. I’m
fascinated in its potential beyond just how good of an orgasm it can give me,
while I deny a boy theirs. The Magic heals us, gives us enhanced physical
strength, lets us fly, lets us read minds, gives us telekinesis, lets us
teleport, let’s us throw lightning bolts. Granted, you have to be special to
make use of those latter gifts, but the potential is there in all of us.”
She sighed and seemed to almost slouch against the counter.
“The Magic turns us into superheroes, and yet it’s designed specifically to let
women cocktease men blind, because the one who made the rules is just some
cosmic slut with a femdom fetish.”
Devin stared at her a bit in awe. “Wait… you’re saying…
you’re saying the Magic was made by someone?
All this is on purpose?”
Mars scowled at him. “Are you fucking serious? There is no
possible way a mystical power this specific, with these very strict rules, just
came to us out of nowhere. Of course
someone, or something, designed it,
and gave it to us.”
Devin frowned in thought. Some joked about the idea of God
being a woman going through a midlife crisis and deciding to go all cougar on
the human race, but truth be told, very few people were still religious enough
to really believe in God anymore. Sex Magic had thoroughly demolished most of
the old faiths. Granted, it also led to the rise of new ones, small clusters of
neo-neo-pagan sects, but they were much fewer in number and smaller in size
than one would expect with the emergence of a genuine supernatural phenomenon
like Sex Magic.
Mars waved a hand dismissively. “Doesn’t matter. No one
really knows. But I can’t imagine any other explanation. And mind you, I’m not
upset at the idea that some Slut Goddess would give women cockteasing powers.
I’m just irritated She plopped all this extra stuff to go along with it on our
laps, and no one really thinks twice about it.”
“Well, I mean, people use those extra abilities all the
time. Victoria Queendom keeps the women constantly empowered by Lust Energy, so
they can always use those extra abilities.”
“Yes, but nobody questions
it. Nobody takes it further.”
Devin gave her a confused look. “I mean… I dunno… Like Stacy
said, scientists around the world have tested and studied Sex Magic since the
moment it showed up, and this is all they’ve ever come up with. What more is
there to question? And how much further can it really go?”
Mars glared at him, then rolled her eyes. She wriggled her
fingers at his cock and he jumped, feeling Phantom Feathers resume on him
again. His cock had just been starting to cool down, but he went erect
immediately, and within seconds, he was squirming against the seat. She walked
over, snatched up all his clothes, and headed out the door.
“W-wait!” said Devin, hastily stumbling to his feet.
Mars only paused for a moment. “I’ve got another class soon.
You can get back home by yourself, I’m sure.” And with that, she was out the
door, leaving Devin buck naked and cockteased, right in the middle of a campus
swarming with eager Sex Mages!
SEVEN
Devin didn’t make it very far. He’d tried to leave the labs,
stumbling and huffing as the feathers coaxed him to edging at least once a
minute. He was barely ten steps from the building before he got caught by a
cute girl who reached out and touched his cock. She jumped and let out a
pleased gasp as she sucked up a nice little jolt of refreshing Lust Energy.
Then she winked, and gave his ass a firm spank to send him off.
He got about another two hundred steps, hurrying as much as
he could, before a tall blond sitting at a table noticed him, and yanked him
over to her with telekinesis. She likewise clasped his cock, but she maintained
her grip. Devin yelped and shuddered as her mere touch seemed to electrify his
organ with intense pleasure. He realized she was funneling enhanced tactile
pleasure directly into his nerves, causing contact with her skin to be super-stimulating.
Brandy called it the Livewire Spell, and it certainly felt like his dick was
being touched to the sexual equivalent of a power line.
The blond’s eyes glazed over and she looked totally blissed
out as she soaked in his energy. For a moment, Devin thought she was just going
to hold him there all afternoon! But then, she shook herself from her trance
and let go of him. Devin collapsed onto the seat next to her.
“Wow,” the blond said. “You’re a treat!” She pulled out her
phone and started texting. “I need to let my girlfriends know, they got a good
one here!”
Devin realized she thought he was one of the school Tease
Boys! He gave her a panicked look. “Hey, I’m not—”
She cut him off with a flick of her finger, Freezing him in
place, including sealing his lips. He tried to think at her, but she was either
ignoring him, or because she was a complete stranger, his thoughts weren’t
clear to her. A minute later, she floated him over to a nearby street light and
used Magic to secure him in place, gluing his body against the cool metal of
the post. She then waved good-bye and walked off.
He wasn’t alone for long. With Mars’ feather spell still
going, keeping him throbbing and edging, his hard cock was a siren call for
every passing female. Numerous students, and he was sure a few teachers, cast
brief Tease Spells at him, feathers and fingers and lips and zaps tickling his
cock over and over, assisting the main feather spell in edging him repeatedly.
Some girls tapped his cock or gave it a few quick strokes. One cute girl with
glasses actually leaned down and sucked him for several seconds.
He couldn’t even plea for mercy, unable to open his mouth to
speak, and none of the girls responded to his thoughts. He psychically tried to
contact Mars, to tell her he was sorry and learned his lesson, but she was
ignoring him. Finally, much to his chagrin, he thought strongly of Casey. For a
moment, he felt Casey’s mind touch his, and heard her giggle as she sensed his
situation.
<Having some extra fun?> Casey’s psychic voice tickled
his brain.
<Casey! Help!>
<Why? You don’t seem to be in any trouble.>
<Are you kidding me? They’re teasing the shit out of me!
I don’t work here! I need to get back home!>
<Clearly you don’t need my help.>
<I’m begging you!>
Casey’s laugh sent ripples through his mind that made his
cock quiver. <You can beg all you like, but I told you what to think about
if you actually needed my help.>
Devin’s mind whirled. What was she even talking about?
She laughed again. <Jeez, Devin, it was just this morning.
I know you’re all cum-dumb right now, but surely you can remember that far back.>
Devin strained to think, just as another woman, a very hot
brunette in a form-hugging business suit, came up to him and started tickling
his cock with her cherry-red nails. Devin shivered and gasped through his nose.
What had they been talking about this morning? Casey had
warned her about Mars, and then Brandy came up, and then back to Mars…
<Before all
that!>
Devin whimpered as the woman left, only for a passing skatergirl
to blow him a kiss as she zipped by, making his cock feel tender lips suckling
his cockhead for several long seconds.
<Something about exploring your fashion sense?>
It clicked. <Come on, Casey!>
<Come on, yourself. I can just leave you there until
tomorrow.>
Devin mentally sighed. Reluctantly, he imagined pulling on a
pair of lacey pink panties while Casey watched, grinning. He could feel that
grin on his mind right now.
<Ooooh, such loving detail on those! I know what kind to
buy you now!>
Devin felt shame wash over him, and another cute girl who
was just reaching for his cock caught his fantasy. She blinked up at him in
surprise, then burst out laughing. Without a word, she reached beneath her
skirt, slid her panties off, and reached up to place them on his head, making
sure the crotch was right on his nose. The scent of womanhood filled his
nostrils and his cock surged, as did his blush, until he was beet red with
shame and arousal. The girl giggled and said, “Perv”, then gave the tip of his
cock a sharp flick. She shivered as she soaked in his energy, then walked off,
still chuckling.
In his mind, Casey was laughing her ass off. <Oh, man,
maybe we should rent you out to the
university!>
Devin whimpered. <Please, please don’t!>
Casey reigned in her laugh to a snicker. <Oh, relax. If
we did that, you’d never get anything done around the house! Anyway, my class
is almost over, I’ll come get you in a little bit, okay? Just hang in there and
enjoy yourself.>
With that, she cut the psychic link, and Devin was left to
suffer the teases and edgings of dozens of female passerby. He caught the
occasional sympathetic glances of fellow Tease Boys, but they could do nothing to
help him.
Casey took an hour to mosey on over to where he was. The
redhead grinned at his shivering form, his cock leaking and quivering and rock
hard. She reached over and placed three fingertips on his cockhead, giving it a
gentle massage. She let out a long breath as she closed her eyes and soaked in
the soothing energy.
“Oof,” she said. “You really ticked Mars off. But hey, she’s
got a real pack of cuties working with her, huh?” She’d read his mind, seeing
the whole experiment as she played with him.
Devin whimpered, squirming with as little leeway as the
Binding Spell afforded him. Casey winked at him, and his mouth popped open.
After a few deep breaths, he said, “Y-you’re right… I think she’s… a little
crazy…”
“Told ya.”
“C-c-casey… please… let me down…”
The redhead grinned. “You wouldn’t believe how tempting it
is not to.”
Tears welled up in his eyes. “Casey, please!”
She laughed, and let go of his cock. With a snap of her
fingers, the Binding Spell dropped, and Mars’ feather spell faded. Thankfully,
the many spells of the passing women had not been persistent, just very
frequent. Devin sagged against the lamppost, his chest heaving. He yanked the
panties off his face and tossed them to the ground.
“Hey, don’t throw away a girl’s gift,” said Casey. She
reached down and plucked the panties up, delicately brushing them off. They’d
landed in the grass, so thankfully had not really gotten dirty.
“Not my… size…” Devin huffed.
Casey smirked. “We can make them fit.”
Devin shook his head, but didn’t say anything else. Casey
gave him a minute to catch his breath, then helped him get steady on his feet.
After a few moments, Devin was able to compose himself and stand straight again.
His cock was still rock hard, bobbing in the air with every pulse. Casey
slipped the panties nonchalantly into her backpack while he wasn’t looking.
“Alright, well, let’s head back,” she said, taking him by
the arm, and guiding him back towards the bus station. “Brandy’s expecting us
soon.”
Devin raised an eyebrow at her. “She is?”
“Yep! And if it wasn’t for that, I really might have left
you there.”
Devin gave her a hapless look. “You wouldn’t really, would you?”
Casey tried to give him a coy look, but couldn’t stop from laughing
at his expression. “Haha, you’re so
easy! Nah, not all night or anything. But maybe just a couple more hours.”
Devin sighed, and decided not to argue. Instead, he stuck
close to Casey as they went home. Even though it was clear he was taken, his
nudity and throbbing cock was too tempting for some, and a few quick spells
made their way to him. He kept jumping and squirming, much to the amusement of
the women around them. In fact, he was pretty sure half of the random licks and
strokes were from Casey, but he didn’t dare call her out. Instead, he just kept
his eyes on the floor and blushed furiously the whole way home.
EIGHT
Stell met them at the door, carrying a duffle bag. The cute
demihuman girl with the monkey tail smiled brightly up at Devin. “You look like
you’ve had a fun day.”
Devin blushed. “I’m not sure yet.”
Stell blinked and frowned, and searched his thoughts. They’d
never had a talk about it, but for as respectful as Stell was compared to all
the other girls, even she just casually read his mind without asking. However,
that’s just how boys and girls lived in the adult world, apparently, and Devin
found that he didn’t even really mind it from Stell.
The monkey-tailed girl frowned, tilting her head as her brow
furrowed. “Oof. Mars doesn’t usually get vindictive.”
Casey shrugged. “Even she has buttons you can push. But as
things go, it was a pretty light payback. I doubt she’ll hold a grudge.”
“I hope not,” said Devin. He motioned towards Stell’s duffle
bag. “Going somewhere?”
She nodded. “Sorry, I should have mentioned it earlier, but
I’m going to be out of town for a few days. Visiting a couple friends in Coperlin.”
“Friends or,” Casey made air quotes with her fingers and
winked, “Friends.”
Devin couldn’t help but feel a little pang in his chest as
he saw Stell smirk slyly. “Let’s say both and leave it at that.”
Casey grinned. “Like one of each both, or both both.”
Stell shook her head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. “They’re
both friends. But he’s a bit more
beneficial. And she likes to watch.”
Devin couldn’t help it. He felt that sting in his chest. He
knew it was ridiculous. None of these girls were monogamous with him, and even
if they were, he got to have them all, so it wasn’t right to expect any of them
to be exclusive to him.
But it still hurt a bit to be so bluntly reminded that he
was just one guy in their list. Stell glanced at him and frowned again, giving
him a sympathetic look. “Oh. Sorry, Devin. But, well, New Bestians, we don’t
just have one lover. We’re polyamorous.”
“Shit, most Midlanders have at least semi-open marriages
these days,” Casey pointed out. “Even if that just means wifey fucks the pool
boy, and let’s her friends put Tease Spells on her husband.” She laughed. “They
say it’s only cheating if she lets the other man cum!”
Devin, blushing, nodded and looked to the floor. “No, no, I
know, it’s just… I dunno. We didn’t… have that sort of thing going on in Littleton
Casey laughed, and even Stell grinned, giving him a slightly
incredulous look. Devin just blushed harder. Somehow, this was even more
humiliating, and not really in the fun way.
Casey calmed herself. “Oh, kid, I promise you, your parents were doing something with other couples. Maybe not fucking around, but did
they ever go to, like, “adults only” parties or something?”
Devin swallowed hard as he nodded. Sometimes adults just need a little time to themselves, his Mom had
once explained to his teenaged self. At the time, Devin was just elated to have
the house to himself for a night or a weekend. He hadn’t actually cared about
what his folks might be off doing in that time.
“See?” said Casey. “Threesomes, at least. My mom was single,
and only dated one man at a time, but she was very close with the couple across the street, if you get me. I
could tell that, even as a girl who didn’t know what sex was yet.”
Stell grasped Devin’s hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze.
“Devin, you’re a great lover. And I don’t just have sex with you out of pity,
so don’t even think that.”
“Not any more, anyway,” said Casey, snickering.
Stell shot her a scowl. “Oh, shut up.”
“Alright, alright,” said Devin, not wanting this to devolve
into another argument. “Thanks, Stell. Have fun.”
She gave him another bright smile, beckoning him to lean
down. He did so and she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I will! Try not to
let the other girls kill you while I’m gone.”
Devin chuckled nervously. “You gunna be back Sunday?”
“Monday,” said Stell. She affixed Casey with a warning gaze.
“So you take care of him while I’m out, okay? Or I’ll sic Maggie on you!”
Casey laughed and waved her off. “Just go already. He’ll be
fine.”
Stell took off with a final wave, heading for the bus. When
she was out of sight, Casey let out a breath, as if she’d been holding one in
anticipation. “Good, the spoil sport is gone. Come on.” Casey brazenly reached
out, grabbed Devin by the cock, and pulled him inside.
That made Devin a little nervous. “Uh, s-so what are you two
planning?”
Casey used a bit of magic to float him, so she could carry
him by his cock like a balloon. She led him up the stairs, heading to Brandy’s
room. “You’ll see.” She raised her hand to knock.
Brandy opened the door a moment before she could, giving
Casey a cool look. Devin’s eyes widened. Brandy was wearing a set of lingerie,
lightly golden colored, with a silky sheen. Over her body, a sheer, open
nightgown, similarly colored, cloaked her form while leaving nothing to the
imagination. On a technicality, she was probably wearing more actual cloth than
usual, but of course, only in a way that was even more revealing. That was
Brandy for you.
Devin’s cock surged at the sight, and Brandy gave him an
amused smirk. “Funny, he’s seen us both fully naked, yet the right clothing
goes a long way, doesn’t it?”
“He’s a pervert, for sure!” laughed Casey. “Well, you’re all
dolled up already. Let me get cleaned up real quick, and I’ll be back.” She set
Devin down, and winked at Brandy. “Don’t start without me.”
“Mmhmm,” said Brandy, who gave Devin a glance over. As
usual, when her gaze touched his cock, he felt his organ strain with extra
tension. She looked back up at his face and casually flicked through his recent
memories. “Nice. The students have you already well prepped for us.”
Devin swallowed nervously. “H-how may I serve you, Miss
Brandy?”
She stood back from her doorway and motioned him inside.
“You may assume the proper kneeling position, to start.”
“Y-yes, Miss,” he said, nervously. A little shakily, he
stepped into her room. He gasped as the moment he crossed the threshold, it
felt like all the blood in his body started rushing to his already throbbing
cock!
Brandy had decreed that since she was a Victorian, Devin
must follow the protocols of a Victorian man whilst in her room. She said such
a standard would normally expected of him in any Victorian household, but since
she had to share the house with the other girls, she had to compromise within
that space. Not so within her own specific domicile.
As soon as he was in her room, Devin got down on his hands
and knees, as Brandy preferred him. He was a male, and thus, barely a dog at
the feet of the powerful Victorian young woman. He was a tool to be used, a
fuck toy, an energy generator, could only aspire to be a favored pet, at best.
When in her territory, his cock swelled to superhuman tension as she beamed her
Arousal Aura at him without pity.
She had yet to inflict the nearly-lethal levels of sexual
tension she had used that first full day he’d been here, but she still
repeatedly inflicted a terrible Hard Attack on him whenever the opportunity
arose. His cock was in a state of tension no man was meant to endure. His penis
could only get so hard, physically, but the sheer, agonizing need to be
touched, to fuck, to spray his seed, ratcheted up until he could barely think
straight. In Midland
His whole body shook with tension as he crawled towards the
wall opposite Brandy’s bed. The room was lavishly furnished, with a four-poster
Queen-sized bed (or King-sized as it had been called prior to Sex Magic). A
tea-table and chairs were set up in the small, rounded nook which sported a
nice bay window, with golden curtains covering the sides. A small chandelier lit
the room with a soft golden glow, while a large mirror set into the wall made
the room seem nearly double in size.
Devin took his place and positioned himself into the
“proper” kneeling position. He kneeled with his legs spread wide, leaning back
so that his hands grasped his ankles, and his hips were thrust upwards,
ensuring his agonizingly hard cock and tight balls were on full display. Brandy
nodded in approval, and for a moment, Devin felt a glimmer of magic touch his
cock.
Some of the pain of his hyper-tense erection faded. It
wasn’t truly as painful as real priapism would have been, thanks to the Magic’s
healing properties, but the Hard Attack did cause a deep ache, psychologically
reinforced. In this state, just having his cock touched would relieve some of the
ache greatly, but Brandy wasn’t usually that accommodating.
This time, however, seemed a bit different. Devin, his
breathing heavy, looked up at her, thinking grateful thoughts. Another of
Brandy’s rules, he was not to speak unless spoken to. She just read his mind
anyway, and he simply projected his gratitude.
Brandy nodded curtly. “Devin, you have been an acceptable
toy for me these past few weeks, even if I must share you with the hick and the
fur freak and the weirdo. Tonight, however, you will serve me in an indirect,
but no less potent, capacity.”
Devin swallowed hard and nodded once. Brandy’s gaze
flickered over his body, and he felt her Magic seize hold of him, Freezing him
in place so that he could only blink, breathe, and twitch his cock.
“You will find it very overwhelming,” she said. “I said I
would not use such intense Magic as I did on that day, but this will come
close. I am only bothering to warn you, because I feel you’ve earned that
consideration.”
Devin blinked, the only physical expression he could now
make. Air hissed through his nose as he tried to whimper.
Brandy leaned over him, presenting her bountiful cleavage to
his eyes. His cock quivered, pre-cum leaking, at the sight. “Fear not, Devin.
It will hurt, but your hurt will give us great pleasure. Pleasure that I may
see fit to reward.” She smirked. “Besides, I did modify your stamina for such
things. You should be able to bare this far better.”
Devin’s heart was thudding in anticipation. There was a
knock on the door. Devin glanced over as Brandy stood tall and turned to the
side. “Enter.”
Casey stepped inside, grinning. Devin’s eyes widened. She
was wearing only red lacy lingerie, and a sheer blue open nightgown to match
Brandy’s. She had just showered, and her hair looked a little damp, but still
seemed more brilliantly red than before. Her blue eyes sparkled with mirth as
she looked down at Devin.
In his hyper-aroused state, Devin would have started cumming
just looking up at the two gorgeous young women. As it was, he could only let
out a soft whimper as his cock jerked helplessly, unable to bust through his
Orgasm Block.
“Aw, man, you shouldn’t have warned him,” said Casey
grinning down at his bouncing cock. “I wanted to floor him with this!”
Brandy smirked. “Quiet yourself,” she said. Then she leaned
forward, grasped Casey in her strong arms, and pulled the redhead into a
sensual embrace. Their breasts pressed together, their lips met in a deep kiss,
and each slid a leg forwards a bit to press their thigh against the sex of the
other.
The effect was immediate, and Devin’s eyes widened in
horror. He knew exactly what this was, what they were about to do. And every
cell in his body was simultaneously elated and terrified!
As the two girls kissed, and their hands began to roam over
one another, their Arousal Auras flowed freely from their body. Brandy’s was
already on high strength, but joined by Casey’s, the power increased
drastically! Devin felt his cock begin to vibrate, actually vibrate, as his
body was filled with an overflow of erection commands. As the two girls undid
one another’s bras and let their naked breasts touch, the Aura effect amplified
even higher! The need, the terrible, aching need
to be touched, to somehow ravage both of these beauties at once like a tiger,
swelled to impossible heights inside him! Devin’s cock was a blur of vibration,
pre-cum gushing from the tip, and his thoughts boiled over with the purest,
animal need for sex.
Brandy and Casey, though trying to take their time and tease
out the effect, were quickly soaking wet as they absorbed Devin’s amplified
Lust Energy. Both young women breathed huskily, unable to stop from hastening
their efforts. They kissed deeply, and tore off their nightgowns, threw away
their bras, and outright ripped their panties off one another with frantic
strength. Both reached between one another’s legs and slid their fingers into
one another. With one thrust of their fingers, the two clutched each other
tightly and cried out, throwing their heads back as their first dual orgasm
rocked their bodies. Their fingering, and their feminine climax, sent out a
shockwave of Aura power that seemed to swallow Devin’s entire being. For one
black, terrible moment, he felt like his entire existence was only his cock,
and the terrible, soul-crushing need to have it touched, coupled with an
intense, mind-blanking edging!
And this was only the beginning. Casey and Brandy paused,
more to give themselves a moment to breathe than for Devin’s sake. Brandy
started guiding Casey to the bed, even as she trembled with pleasure. Casey
paused for just one moment. She reached down and plucked up a pair of panties,
not the one she’d worn, but one she’d kept hidden from Devin’s eyes as she
walked in. She pointed at Devin, then concentrated. The panties disappeared
from her hand, and reappeared on Devin’s head.
Devin didn’t even consciously notice the scent of womanhood
as he breathed in the fragrance from the random student who’d given him her
pair. But the scent still tickled his nostrils, and added just that little bit
more to his already unbearable torment. Casey laughed breathily. Brandy rolled
her eyes, but was too aroused for further comment. She practically threw the
redhead onto her bed, then mounted her, rubbing her pussy against hers, until
the two girls shrieked in another simultaneous orgasm. The shockwave made Devin
edge so hard, he truly felt like he would have died if it weren’t for Brandy’s
enhancements. But he didn’t die, and he didn’t even black out. He only
suffered, and his suffering enhanced the girls’ pleasure, which made their
Aura’s that much stronger, which made him suffer even more, in a seemingly
endless spiral of horrible, beautiful, painfully pleasurable magic sex.
If Devin had known this was the plan, he might have begged
and pleaded for literally anything else. He might have tried to run, useless as
that would have been. Because he’d experienced a fraction of this sensual
torment before. This was the Lesbian Amplification Effect. When two active Sex
Mages made love, their Arousal Auras flared up automatically. It not only
flared up, but the two Auras magnified one another, and their range multiplied.
Two girls alone, if they just let the energy radiate freely, could have every
penis for two or three miles around in diamond-hard agony, forcing out Lust
Energy that could make any nearby woman cum where she stood, if she wasn’t
ready for the rush.
Lesbian sex was a whole new level of sexual ecstasy and
sexual torment. And the only reason he even knew about it at all was because
back in Littleton
They definitely had not been, not by a longshot. Devin’s
whole subdivision had been caught within their range of influence, and Devin
had woken up screaming from the need. Every man in the sub-division had been
locked in a state of frantic masturbation while the women tracked the two girls
down in a panic. Once found, the two girls were promptly kicked out of town by
the furious mothers and wives, giving them only an hour to pack their
essentials before shoving them onto the train. Family Towns like Littleton
Devin had spent the next two weeks masturbating excessively
after that flair up, until his Mom had had to finally put her foot down about
it. After a deeply embarrassing discussion, he had consented for her to use a
bit of magic to dull his impulses back down to normal. They hadn’t been able to
look each other in the eye for a week afterwards.
But now, there was no town full of furious mothers to save
him from this. Brandy and Casey licked and sucked and rubbed and fingered and magically
stimulated to make one another scream in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, and
Devin soaked up their energy like a lightning rod, held at the near-death brink
of climax. He would find out later that the only reason the police weren’t
banging down the door again was that Brandy had painstakingly ensured, through
the use of Shields and Energy Control Zones placed strategically around the
property, that their energies wouldn’t spread far beyond the house. Even as
Casey melted into an utter wreck of climaxes, Brandy had been able to maintain
enough wits to also tightly reign in the energies, ensuring the vast amount of
their Auras funneled only into Devin, and otherwise dissipated towards the sky.
It was a truly impressive feat of energy control by Midland standards, but Victorians, it seemed, were well
used to dealing with the excess energies produced by lesbian lovemaking.
Devin wasn’t sure when it stopped. He only knew that the
unfathomable tension eventually became fathomable, then almost bearable, then
finally, his mind could form thoughts again. He became aware of the feeling of
two naked female bodies curled against either side of him. He blinked awake for
a moment and looked to see he was in Brandy’s bed, Brandy curled up against him
on the left, Casey on the right. His cock was still painfully hard, but only
just at the peak of physical possibility. He barely noticed after that terrible
storm of tension.
Weariness struck him that even Sex Magic couldn’t compensate
for. He settled his head back and started to close his eyes. But then, he
caught movement. He glanced to the side and saw another mirror, a
free-standing, body-length one next to Brandy’s closet. From the reflection, he
could see Brandy’s door was open just a couple of inches. And for a moment, he
swore he saw Mars peeking inside, looking at him through the reflection.
And then she was gone, and he was too tired to even think
about getting out of bed. Not that he dared awakened the two girls curled up
against him anyway. He dropped his head back down on the pillow, closed his
eyes, and immediately fell asleep.
NINE
This time, instead of being jolted awake with an edging
Phantom Blowjob, Devin was awoken with a sensual kiss. As he roused, he leaned
into the kiss with a soft moan. His balls were already killing him, and his
cock was still furiously hard, but the Anti-Masturbation Spells prevented him
from doing anything about it. So, he put his need into his kiss. Still
half-dazed from sleep, he instinctively curled his arms around his kisser.
He actually expected Stell for a moment. She was the only
one who really kissed him like this. But then his eyes opened, and a flash of
red hair filled his view, and he realized it was Casey. This only encouraged
him more, and he kept the kiss going, until she finally broke off for air. She
was smiling down at him, breathing a bit huskily, blue eyes locked on his. She
was actually a little flushed.
“Wow. That was amazing. I came so much.” She looked up as
Devin felt someone shift around behind him.
“Indeed. His energy really is fantastic.”
Devin lay back and turned just as Brandy reached over and
cupped his chin. She was also flushed, just a bit, and she leaned forward to
kiss him. Devin’s eyes widened. Brandy had never once shown this kind of
affection for him. She’d ridden his cock, but never even hugged him.
Her kiss was a bit stiffer, perhaps from a lack of practice,
but he tenderly returned the affection. Casey snuggled up next to him, watching
the kiss with a bemused smile. “I didn’t think Victorians even knew how to kiss
boys,” she whispered into Devin’s ear. “Told you she likes you.”
Brandy broke the kiss and scowled up at the redhead. “Must you ruin the moment?”
“Yes.”
“Hmph. See if I invite you into my bed again.”
Casey smirked. “Oh, princess, you know you can’t live
without me.”
Brandy rolled her eyes. “You were the one declaring your
love last night. And I do believe I once again made you cum as twice as much as
you made me.”
A big part of Devin didn’t want to leave this cozy
sandwiching between the two beauties. But he also didn’t want to be literally
be stuck between another of their bickering sessions. However, in Brandy’s
room, he couldn’t speak unless spoken to, so he wasn’t sure how to cut this
off.
Brandy saved him the effort as she caught his thought. “You
may speak, Devin.”
“Thank you, Miss Brandy. I am glad to have served you well.
But, um, I do have chores to get done.”
She reached up and pat his head. “Of course. Such a dutiful
servant.” She rolled away, giving Devin room to get up.
“Aw,” Casey pouted, wrapping an arm around his chest. “I
wanna cuddle more.”
“You can go cuddle him in your own room, if you must,” said
Brandy. “And don’t forget to take your underwear with you this time.”
Casey nuzzled into Devin’s neck. “Mmm,” she pouted.
“C-casey,” said Devin, squirming a bit as her nuzzling
tickled him.
“Miss Casey, when
in my room,” Brandy corrected.
“M-miss Casey, I do
need to get to work.”
Brandy looked over at the clock. “As do I. So clear out, or
I’ll toss you out.”
Casey sighed and flopped out of the bed. “Such an ice queen
the morning after,” she muttered as she stretched. Devin swung his legs off the
side of the bed, stood with a stretch of his own, and waited until Casey had
collected her things and left.
“Something you need?” said Brandy, noticing Devin’s
hesitation.
He motioned to the bed sheets, which were rather thoroughly
stained. “Would you like me to get these while I’m doing the laundry?”
Brandy glanced down and smirked. “I suppose I can trust you.
Just don’t waste time sniffing them.”
Devin blushed hotly, and noticed that pair of panties Casey
had kept was still on the floor where he’d been kneeling. At least they’d taken
those off his face before bringing him to bed. “I’m not into that sort of
thing.”
“I know you’re not,” said Brandy, grabbing her towel. “So
don’t let the hick plant the idea in your head. Because if I catch you trying
to sneak in here to sniff my undergarments, I will Hard Attack you to death.”
Devin smirked. “You basically already did, and I survived.”
Brandy smirked at him, and Devin winced as his cock started
throbbing again. “Contrary to appearances, I was keeping the energy contained
quite a bit. That’s only reason I didn’t cum as much as Casey, I wasn’t fully
letting myself go.”
Devin bowed slightly. “Thank you, Miss Brandy.”
Brandy paused, glanced to the side a bit, and a slight tinge
of a blush crossed her cheeks. “Yes, well, anyway. I know that was still
extremely harsh on you, and while you didn’t exactly have a choice, I
appreciate your service nonetheless.”
Devin glanced to the side. “I mean, I didn’t really do
anything. I just was kinda there.”
Brandy shook her head. “You didn’t try to fight me, nor ruin
the night by pleading non-stop for mercy. You know your place well. And I know
you only do it because you fear my wrath, but punishment is not the only
motivator we Victorians know. I said I would reward you, and so I shall,
provided you do not displease me between now and Sunday.”
Devin’s eyes widened a bit. “What happens Sunday?”
Brandy gave him a cool smile. “Sunday, you may ejaculate in
my presence, in a manner of your request.”
Devin’s eyes widened. “You… you’ll… let me cum… with you?”
She nodded curtly. “In my mouth. Or vagina. Or ass, if you
must. Or on my breasts or face, if you wish to be more degrading about it.
However you see fit. Once.”
Devin was almost blown away. “Uh… wow… thank you?”
Brandy frowned. “You don’t sound too sure. Have I misjudged
your wants?”
He shook his head hastily. “N-no, no, it’s not that, Miss
Brandy. I’m honored, I’m just a little surprised. I, um…” he cleared his
throat. “Well, no offense intended, but I didn’t think Victorian women really,
uh, allowed men such rewards.”
“A good man may earn his relief,” she said. “You have played
servant well in this house, even with all our clashing methods. And while I
believe you are given far more relief than any man has a right to on your
Sundays, I accept the cultural difference. Between you and I, however, consider
this a release in the Victorian context.”
Devin bowed again. “Thank you, Miss!” He started gathering
the still-damp sheets.
Brandy paused for a moment as she watched him, then
continued. “You know, Devin, speaking of Victoria, I think you could fit in
quite nicely there.”
Devin paused his gathering and looked up, paling a little.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry to disagree, Miss Brandy, but I really don’t
think I’d survive your homeland.”
Brandy shook her head. “I know you Midlanders see our ways
as savage, perhaps even psychotic, but our culture is one based on trust
between Mistress and servant. Men serve us not just because they fear us and
respect our power, but because they love us as their protector and caretaker.
Every woman in the Victoria Queendom is a Goddess for the man, or men, whom she
takes under her wing. Victorians are strict with their men, but we do care for
them, are responsible for them, and we are held to a high standard that other
women watch for. It may seem harsh, but it is not the hell hole for men that others
may lead you to believe. And I think you would do well there, especially with a
woman who knew how to handle you.”
Devin’s jaw dropped a bit. Was Brandy actually
propositioning him?
She smirked at his thoughts. “Mind you, I also think you’d
fit quite nicely in Fantasia, loathe though I am to say such a thing.”
That gave Devin pause. Now he wasn’t sure where she was going
with this. “I, um, sure? I do think I’d survive that a lot better.” He gave a
nervous laugh. “Although I don’t know if I would really want to get turned into
a catboy or something.”
Brandy shrugged. “Yes, well, we must all make concessions.
What I mean to say, Devin, is that I think you’re adaptable. And your energy
is, of course, quite delectable. Your job here can’t last forever. And, of
course, we’re not going to room here forever.”
Devin nodded slowly. “I guess that’s true.”
Brandy stepped up to him, and gave him a smile that was, for
once, confident, without being arrogant. “It is. And soon enough, you are going
to have opportunities presented to you. It would be wise of you to start
considering your future.”
With that, she left the room, and it took Devin a moment to
realize she had actually left him there unattended. He hastily gathered up the
rest of the sheets, snatched up the student girl’s panties, and left the room,
closing the door behind him.
TEN
Laundry day was overall fairly dull. Casey and Brandy left
his cock alone the whole day, though the stubborn organ never went fully soft,
erecting frequently, and his balls still had a dull ache by mid-afternoon. He
was actually able to get some reading done, though, and clear his mind somewhat,
between changing out loads of clothes.
Maggie, who had some time off, took him out to lunch
(clothed thank god), and they caught up on how the job was going. Devin didn’t
have much to say past the obvious she’d seen and sensed from him, and Maggie
was pleased that, for as rough as he was getting it, he actually seemed to be
adapting pretty well. Likewise, Maggie’s job was going alright, but was rather demanding
lately due being short staffed, which was why she wasn’t around much.
Devin half-joked that maybe she just needed some energy. She
smirked, then promptly slipped her shoes off and slid her feet onto this lap.
She squeezed and held his cock between her soles until it was throbbing. Her
face flushed and she let out a big sigh, then asked how his energy could be so
good. Devin blushed, but found he didn’t really mind her touch, even right
there in the middle of the restaurant. All she did was hold him, after all, and
he’d seen a dozen worse public teases on the way over here. She even thanked
him for it afterwards, looking quite perked up when she finally released him.
Mars, however, he didn’t see all day. He assumed she was
busy at the school. Stell, of course, was out of town. All in all, this was
probably the first day since moving here that he’d been nearly cock tease free.
ELEVEN
Devin awoke Saturday not to the feeling of a blowjob edging
him out of bed, but to someone shaking his shoulder. Devin blinked awake and
almost jumped to see Mars leaning over him.
“Uh… hey Mars…” he said a bit groggily. “What’s up?”
“We’re going back to the lab,” she said.
Devin blinked a few more times, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“What? Why? I thought the experiment didn’t work.”
Mars shook her head. “I went back over the data. I found
what looked like a little blip on the X-Ray frequency, right when you were at
peak teasing.”
Devin cocked an eyebrow at her. “X-Ray?”
Mars nodded. “There is a chance that it is just a little
fluke, or a small flux from the equipment, but I can’t let it go until I can
confirm it. So get up, get dressed, and let’s go.”
Devin, still a little off-guard, put on his shorts, shirt
and sandals from Thursday, which Mars had dumped on his bedroom floor while he
was busy with Casey and Brandy. Mars was already walking away as he dressed,
and he hurried to catch up as her Phantom Hand clasped his cock. Her grip felt
firmer this time, her tug more insistent. A sense of determination tinged her
flat expression.
Since it was still fairly early on a Saturday, the streets,
the bus, and even the campus, were thankfully sparsely populated. People liked
to sleep in after their raucous Friday night sexcapades. Or perhaps those
sexcapades were still on going. Either way, only a few people were on the bus,
giving them plenty of space to sit in relative privacy. Mars’ Phantom Hand
still kept him rock hard.
Devin cleared his throat. “Um, Mars, I didn’t get the chance
to say it, but, I’m sorry if I insulted you.”
Mars glanced at him, then let a small sigh escape her nose.
She glanced out the window at the passing streets. “Don’t apologize. You didn’t
insult me. You made a perfectly understandable point that almost everyone
reasonably agrees with. I got frustrated at my lack of progress and I took it
out on you. I shouldn’t have done that. So, I’m the one who’s sorry.”
Devin’s eyebrows raised. He hadn’t actually expected an
apology from the girl who used his cock for energy with the casual indifference
of someone sipping their coffee.
Mars glanced to him, sensing his thoughts. “I suppose I do
make a point to be an ice queen, don’t I?”
Devin blushed slightly. “Uh, no, well, I mean, I guess
stress reliever is technically in my job description.”
“Is this the life you want, Devin?” she said. “To be a sex
toy and punching bag for women who don’t really care about you?”
Devin frowned. “I…” He thought it over. He knew none of the
girls loved him. He knew his relationships with them were largely thanks to happenstance,
that he was only their lover because chance had given him a job in their shared
home. He knew that in a Sex Mage World, girls were just open and free with
their Magic, and the boys just had to deal with it. There was so much casual,
shallow sex everywhere, and that’s just how it was.
And yet, after Brandy and Casey’s words, he wasn’t sure if
things were developing into more. And with how Stell had taken care of him thus
far, he didn’t think she saw him as just a toy. And of course, Maggie still saw
him as a surrogate nephew.
Mars made a little hmph. “They all like you Devin. I guess it’s laying it on thick to say they don’t
care about you at all. Part of them does. But if you had to leave tomorrow, for
whatever reason, I guarantee you’d be out of sight, out of mind. You’re just
another boy to them, and they fuck you because you conveniently live with them,
and you happen to have some rich energy. Maybe one of them would still fuck you
semi-regularly you were another boy in the neighborhood, or one of their
classmates. But if you left for another city, none of them would follow you. The
reality of your situation is that you’re a tool and a pet. That’s all you’ll
ever be in this world.”
Devin thought about that. Brandy had said he was going to
have opportunities. What she meant, of course, was that at some point, she and
the other girls were going to move out of the house when they were done with
college, and Devin could, if he played his cards right, go with one of them. But
if some other opportunity struck, and he himself somehow found a good job and
had to move somewhere, would any of them go with him? He knew already that they wouldn’t. Just as he also knew that
the chance of him getting a job good enough to actually live independently, or
even good enough to convince a girl to change her plans for him, was virtually
impossible. Just three weeks out in the adult world, and he’d seen enough to
know this was irrefutable.
That was the further implication of Brandy’s words. He might
have a choice in whom he chose to pursue, but his actual future, what became of
him after that choice, was entirely in the hands of whichever girl accepted
him. If any of them did, when the
time came.
Devin thought that over for a few long minutes. Part of him
deep down felt a twinge of resentment at the whole idea. What red-blooded young
man, deep down, didn’t want to be free to take on the world entirely on his own
terms? But that part of his motivation was surprisingly small, he realized. In
truth, there was a large part of him that felt comforted by the idea of finding
and settling down with a partner. His parents had told him that long ago, a
woman’s job was to support her husband, keeping hearth and home, and taking
care of him and their children, while he went out into the world and worked to
provide for his family. Then Sex Magic had come and thrown things into chaos
for a little while. But when the dust settled, and life moved on, the end
result was that those roles were largely reversed. Men supported and women
provided, and in the meantime, everyone got to enjoy mind blowing sex on a
regular basis. It really wasn’t a bad deal.
Devin never exactly had ambitions to be an astronaut or a
nuclear physicist. For now, he was content to work a simple job and get his
bearings, and find a girl he could be with. He hadn’t expected Maggie to land
him in such a lucky position as to potentially fulfill both goals right from
home.
A tool and a pet? Maybe at first, especially in the swinging
culture of the big city. But he knew the people of his town. His parents really
loved each other, their community was one where men had real jobs and could
fulfill their ambitions as much as could reasonably be expected. Sure they had
to compromise, but so did women who wanted a truly balanced and happy family
life. And such communities weren’t exclusive to the Family Towns. There were
other settlements where things were a lot more balanced, if his neighbors could
be believed. Not every Midland town was filled
with crazy cock teasers always on the prowl for helpless men.
So, maybe far fewer people settled down to have kids these
days, but real relationships and romance weren’t an impossibility. However
things worked out, Devin knew it was entirely possible for him to not just be
some simpering bitch cleaning up after the messes of college girls.
Devin looked to Mars. “I see what you’re saying. The Magic
has definitely made things more challenging for men, and, well, done a lot to
encourage wild behavior. But I think you may be overselling the negative.”
Mars had watched him studiously as he mulled over his thoughts,
a hint of a frown on her face. At his words, she turned to look back out the
window. “It’s good that you’re contented. I hope you do find the right girl.”
Devin wasn’t entirely sure what to make of that. He opted to
shift the subject a bit. “What about you? What is it you’re looking for,
exactly? You say you want to find something about the Magic beyond what’s
already there. Is there a particular reason for that?”
Mars didn’t look back at him, but he could see her face
reflected in the window. Her flat expression had a hint of melancholy. She
opened her mouth, then closed it. She was silent for a long time, almost the
whole rest of the trip, leaving Devin to just sit in awkward silence. Just as
the bus was nearing the University entrance, she finally said, “When I was a
child, I saw something that I could not explain, either as a natural
phenomenon, or as a product of Sex Magic. I have never been able to forget it.”
For a moment, Devin had the impression that she was staring at something far
away, something only she could see. And even through the translucent reflection
on the glass, her eyes looked haunted.
The bus stopped and opened its doors, and Mars snapped out
of it. The two stood, and she led Devin off the bus and towards the lab.
TWELVE
Stacy and April were already there. Stacy was wearing a set
of pink pajama bottoms and a white tank top, with her hair tied back in a
ponytail. April was in a white simple dress, and wasn’t wearing her glasses.
Both girls smiled at them a bit ruefully.
“You know I only got one hour of sleep last night,” said
Stacy, with a half-grin, half-grimace.
“That’s because you spent five hours sucking cocks,”
muttered April.
“Only four,” said Stacy. “But it was five different cocks.”
“Don’t even act like you’re tired,” said Mars. “That much
dick in your mouth, the energy refreshed you.”
“Yeah, but there’s a period of, like, cool down, you know?”
said Stacy. “Even if sex does energize us, sleep is the best way to, like, settle all that roiling energy after an
all-nighter.”
“You could have
settled your roiling energy with your girlfriend, instead of passed out on the
floor of a random dorm,” said April, putting her hands on her hips.
Stacy smiled slyly. “And my girlfriend could have joined me
on that floor, if she wasn’t such a prude.”
April rolled her eyes and grinned. She turned to Devin and
smirked. “Prude by her definition being a girl who settles for less than five
dicks in a session.” She looked back to Stacy. “Orgies are nice once in a
while, but not every weekend.”
Stacy scoffed. “What is college for, if not to get plowed in
every hole at every opportunity, while you’re young and free enough to
appreciate it?”
April scoffed back. “Not that
free, sweetie. Play with dicks all you like, but if I hear about you tonguing
other girls all night again, I’m putting the collar on you!”
Stacy shivered and grinned. “Ooooh, is that a promise,
mistress?”
“Yes,” said April,
crossing her arms.
Devin blinked as it finally clicked. “You two are a couple?”
The two blinked, then laughed. April cocked a thumb at Stacy.
“Yeah, how else do you think she convinced me to join this experiment?”
Stacy snickered and winked. “I let my tongue do the
talking.”
April rolled her eyes. “Actual talking also involves the
tongue, doofus.” She then flinched and let out a small gasp, as Stacy made a V
with her fingers and licked the air between them. April narrowed her eyes at
Stacy and made a little pinch in the air. Stacy let out a little squeak, and
clutched her breast.
Devin’s cock throbbed intensely for a moment, as he realized
the two girls had just cast little touch spells at one another! Women were
immune to one another’s powers by default, but they could allow other women to
affect them if they so chose. This usually only happened between dedicated
female partners. They really were girlfriends!
The two girls chuckled at his reaction. “Better be careful,”
said Stacy, winking at him. “If we start making out, your cock is going to try
to shoot off you like a rocket!”
“That’s exactly why I needed you here, actually,” said Mars.
The three others blinked and looked to her a little
surprised. “Wait… really?” said Stacy. She motioned between herself and April.
“You want us to…? Right next to him…?”
April frowned. “Mars, you know that’s total overkill.”
“He’s experienced the Lesbian Amplification Effect before,
and survived it. Just two nights ago, in fact.”
The two girls looked to Devin, their eyes widening as the
scene replayed in his thoughts. “Holy crap!” said Stacy. “Dude, how’d you live through that?”
“Our Victorian house mate has done some modifications to his
tolerance level,” said Mars. “Combined with his particularly enriching energy,
he is an ideal test subject.”
April shook her head, looking serious. “Mars, I know you
said you found a little blip at the end of the readings, but I’m pretty certain
that’s got nothing to do with Sex Magic.”
“I have to be sure.” Mars was already booting up the sensor
programs, getting everything prepared. A new monitor had already been supplied
to replace the one she broke. “Devin, please get on the chair.”
Devin swallowed hard, and looked to the other two. “It’s
okay,” he said. “I can take it.”
April frowned. “I admire you dedication to your mistresses,
but it’s not just you. You know how powerful the Effect is. Even with so many
boys on campus, we could light up half the dorms nearby.”
Devin gave her a skeptical look. “You cannot tell me you’re
the only girls who fool around on this entire campus.”
Stacy grinned. “He’s got us there. But most couplings happen
in special rooms that have been Shielded, and there’s usually some other girls
helping regulate things so the energy doesn’t spiral completely out of control.”
“The labs already have Shields in place,” said Mars. “And
Cinnamon and I will be regulating the energy flow.”
April glanced to Devin. “Are you absolutely sure? I won’t do
it if you don’t want to go through with it.”
Stacy mock-sighed, an amused smile on her lips as she
gestured to her girlfriend. “Such a bleeding heart. But yeah, I won’t force
you, either.”
Devin glanced to Mars, who gave him a bit of a frown. He
remembered that haunted look on her face, and knew she was doing this for a
reason beyond just some lab credits. He slowly nodded. “I’ll do it. Just,
please build up slowly, okay?”
Stacy laughed, and started peeling off her clothes. “We can
try, but the Effect is pretty immediate.”
April smiled and slowly stripped as well. “We’ll do a little
foreplay first.”
Just then, Cinnamon came into the room, yawning. She wore only
a blue thong bikini this time. When her eyes settled on the assembled group,
noticing April and Stacy undressing, she blinked and grinned. “Wow. We’re
skipping right to the hard stuff, huh?” She licked her lips at the two smaller
girls. “So which of you shall I feast on first?”
“You’ll be regulating the energy, not joining in,” said
Mars. “Not unless I think it’s necessary. Just help Devin get strapped in.”
“Aw,” said Cinnamon with a pout.
“Maybe we can swap out in a bit,” said April, giving
Cinnamon a smirk.
Stacy scoffed. “And you say I can’t lick other pussies!”
April leaned forward and kissed her girlfriend sweetly.
“It’s not cheating if you don’t let her cum!”
“April! So mean!” Cinnamon protested, but chuckled.
“Yeah, she can be a little witch when she wants to!” said
Stacy, chuckling.
Devin got into the chair, his cock already quivering at
diamond stiffness just from the girls’ kiss. Cinnamon strapped him in, and she
and Mars affixed the pads and wires, while the other two finished getting
naked. When everything was ready, Mars and Cinnamon manned the computers, while
the two girls hugged each other. Devin jerked in his seat, and his cock
clenched, as the mere touch of their naked bodies together immediately caused
an Aura flare up. The two girls kissed again, pressing themselves fully against
one another, their breasts rubbing together slightly. Devin let out a
shuddering groan, and his limbs strained against the restraints as his cock
jerked again. Pre-cum was flowing freely, and his organ was darkening with as
much blood as could cram itself in. With just a naked embrace, the two girls
had him at Hard Attack stiffness!
April and Stacy paused and looked at Devin. Stacy’s look was
sultry, April’s a bit sympathetic, but both were already highly aroused from
their naked caress, and the energy pouring off the well-teased boy.
“You okay, Devin?” said April huskily. “Ready for more?”
Devin glanced to Mars and Cinnamon. The catwoman gave him a
smile and wink. Mars was staring intently at her screen, scrolling through the
read-outs. Devin looked back at the couple and nodded. “Just go ahead. Do it.”
“If he starts blacking out, we’re stopping,” said April,
even as she let her fingers drift down Stacy’s stomach.
Devin’s cock was already painfully hard. Cinnamon positioned
herself so that her tail could reach forward and curl around it. Just that
simple touched eased some of the pain, but of course, he was now so sensitized
and turned on by the Aura, that simple touch immediately made him edge! Still,
it was better than nothing.
“J-j-just do it!” gasped Devin.
The couple shrugged, then turned and kissed again. Then,
they floated up into the air, hovering several inches off the floor, as they
entwined their legs together. They starting rubbing their bodies together
passionately as they clutched each other in a weightless embrace, pressing the
breasts against one another, grinding their throbbing clits together. Both of
them cast stimulation spells at one another, Stacy thrusting three variations
of the Phantom Cock Spell into April’s dripping pussy, while April sent
devilish Phantom Tongues and Fingers to probe and lick at Stacy’s pussy and
ass. The two young women cried out, heads thrown back as their bodies shook.
Between the spells and the intense energy coming off of Devin, they shuddered
in simultaneous climax. They paused to catch their breaths for only a moment,
before crushing their lips together in another sensual kiss that lasted until
they came again!
Devin, meanwhile, was awash in the terrible, beautiful ache
of superhuman need, the tsunami of magical arousal formed by women’s
lovemaking. It wasn’t quite as crushing as when Casey and Brandy had done it,
not yet, but it was far more than any man was built to withstand. As the Aura
made his soul quake with blindingly intense edges, he simply tried to hold on.
He was here to serve them, these beautiful, powerful women.
Whatever they needed, he was here to provide. This was his purpose. This was
what he needed, just as much as they needed his help. He may have been just
some guy to them, but they were his world. He’d hold on through this torment
for as long as they wanted, because his suffering was their pleasure, and their
pleasure was his pleasure.
His thoughts faded into only desire and feeling, his world
dissolving into the glorious agony of his desperate, tortured cock. He forced
himself to stay aware enough to enjoy the beauty of the two girls making love,
to hear their moans and cries of pleasure, and he felt fulfilled, in a way no
orgasm, even a superhumanly strong one, could match. His last coherent thought
before he let himself just drift in the storm of sex was that he hoped Mars
would at last find something useful from his exquisite suffering.
He lost track of how long the session went, but he knew
exactly when it ended. The sensations of pleasure halted as Mars started yelling
in anger.
THIRTEEN
“NO!” Mars picked up her keyboard and slammed it repeatedly
against the table until the board snapped in half and the keys went flying. “No
no no!” Once again, she punched the PC monitor, this time so hard it did go
flying across the room, yanking the connector cable right out of the socket.
“There’s nothing! Why is there nothing?!”
She whirled towards Devin, who was still getting his
bearings from the extreme Aura overload. She went up to him and punched him
hard in the chest. The breath was instantly knocked out of him as she shouted.
She struck him again. “Don’t you fucking do
this to me! Jesus Fucking Christ, I finally
find another one of us, and you’re just as useless
as the rest!”
Cinnamon, who’d jumped back in shock, shook herself out of
her stunned state and grabbed Mars by the arms, hauling her back. Despite her muscles,
the catwoman struggled to pull the raven-haired girl back. Mars thrashed and
kicked like a furious child as Cinnamon dragged her away.
Devin load out a choked groan, and April and Stacy hurriedly
dropped to the floor and unstrapped him. Devin clutched at his chest, wincing,
his throat making choked sounds as he struggled to get air in. Exchanging a
quick glance, Stacy started stroking his cock, feeding pulses of pleasure into
his organ, while April put a hand over Devin’s chest and closed her eyes. After
a moment, Devin managed to finally suck in a deep breath.
“Relax, Devin, relax,” April said, hugging him around the
shoulders with her free hand. “Just relax. We’ve got you.”
Stacy ducked between his legs and suckled on his cock head,
causing Devin to gasp anew. But the sharp pain in his chest was fading rapidly,
and his breathing evened out. Right as he edged again, he swore he felt
something click in his rib, and a moment later, the pain faded completely. It
Devin a second to realize Mars had very likely cracked it with her punch.
The two girls pulled off of him, and helped him to his feet.
Meanwhile, Mars was writhing and snarling in Cinnamon’s arms. The catwoman had
her in bear hug, pinning her arms together, and using the weight of her larger
body to stifle the thrashing girl’s movements. But her grip wasn’t quite good
enough. Mars reared her head back, slamming the back of her skull against
Cinnamon’s chin. The catwoman yelped, more startled than hurt, but it was
enough to loosen her grip. Mars slid out from under her and jumped forward,
only to trip over her own feet. Cinnamon tried to grab her, but instead, her
claws caught on Mars’ shirt. As the raven-haired girl fell to the floor, her
blue blouse was torn right down the middle.
Mars landed flat on the ground, though she managed to get
her hands down in front her, so she didn’t smack her face against the floor.
Cinnamon leaned over her, reaching to pick her up. “Cripes, Mars, what’s gotten
into you? Are you out of your—” The catwoman froze. She leaped back, placing a
hand over her mouth, her other hand pulled to her chest as though she’d burned
it.
Devin couldn’t see her expression from behind, but he saw
her tail puff up and her cat ears flatten, saw the shiver that ran down her
back. She was afraid.
“Cin?” said April cautiously, stepping towards Mars. “What’s
wrong? What—” And then she saw it. Like Cinnamon, she backed up, stumbling into
Devin in the process. He saw that her eyes were wide with terror, her face
white as a sheet.
Stacy glanced at April, her brow creased with worry. “What?”
April just looked at her, and something seemed to pass between them. Stacy’s
eyes went wide. She took a couple steps forward, then whirled, her own face
going pale.
“Get him out of here!” she said, pointing to the door. “Now!
Right now!”
April swallowed audibly. “B-b-but—!”
“NOW!” hissed
Stacy, with an expression so serious, Devin couldn’t believe she was the same smart-aleck
cock tease from before. When April didn’t move, she started towards Devin,
hands outstretched to grab him.
“Don’t bother,” grumbled Mars. “He’s going to find out about
it eventually. We all do.” She’d just lain there till now, and Devin wasn’t
sure why. Not until she stood, and the slump of her shoulders and low tilt of
her head made her look like a defeated woman. And then he saw what had so
terrified the others.
It was a scar, cut wide across Mars’ upper back. An ugly red
swell of flesh that could not have been an accident. It was too clearly a
design, a mark of branding. Three lines cut a large triangle across her flesh.
The top point started just below her neck, widening out to cross her shoulder
blades, before join the base that cut across the middle of her spine. Two
plumes of red flesh formed two wide crescents, side to side, within the
triangle, forming a narrow slit of untouched skin between them. It took Devin a
moment to parse that the design created the impression of a viper’s eye. In the
instant that realization hit, a vision flashed in his mind’s eye. The scar
seemed to come alive, a real crimson orb, staring right at him, and that the
rest of world around it was lost in darkness.
His guts turned to water. His cock shriveled instantly. His
knees went weak. He didn’t even notice the stinging slap from Stacy that forced
his gaze to the side, not until a couple seconds afterwards. It was as though
the eye left an after image in his view, forcing him to keep seeing it, even as
he was made to look away.
April turned and hugged him to her chest. Devin barely
registered that she was still naked, pressing his face into her bare breasts.
“Don’t look! For fuck’s sake, don’t look!” Devin, blinking, found himself
shivering in her arms. The terrible vision faded, and he clutched at her. She
called back over her shoulder as she held Devin tightly. “Mars! Turn around!”
After a moment, they heard the raven-haired girl shuffle her
feet. April released him, and Devin hesitantly looked around her to his scarred
house mate. Mars was staring at them all with utter contempt. She had let her torn
shirt fall away, leaving her only in a white bra for a top. Devin hadn’t even
noticed the straps of it when he’d seen the scar.
Cinnamon had backed up a few steps, giving Devin a clear
view of her frightened face. There were tears welling up in her eyes.
Hesitantly, the catwoman reached out her hand. Her claw-like nails retracted,
and she delicately moved to cup Mars’ cheek. “Oh, Marceline… honey…”
Mars slapped her hand away with enough force to make the
muscular catwoman stagger back. She glared at Cinnamon fiercely. “Don’t touch me, you fucking puppet.”
The three other girls froze. Devin saw their expressions go slack,
and for a moment, they just stared at the Mars. Devin glanced between them,
then glanced at his housemate. His brow furrowed in confusion.
“Mars, what the fuck is going on?”
Mars glared at him, crossing her arms defensively. She
opened her mouth, but then the other girls reacted. Cinnamon’s hand twitched.
April and Stacy blinked. For a moment, Mars’ glare wavered. She closed her
mouth, then closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. Finally, she said, “I’m
sorry, Devin. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I lost myself for a moment. Again.”
“Again? Mars what happened?”
She shook her head, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “This
is—it’s a very personal tragedy. It’s not something people like to talk about,
and I’m sure that they probably never spoke of it in Littleton
The three other girls relaxed, and their expressions went
back to what they had been, equal parts fear and worry, hesitantly shifting to
sympathy. Cinnamon stepped towards Mars, trying again to cup her cheek. “It’s
okay, Marceline. You’re okay. We understand. We’re not mad.”
Mars let the catwoman touch her this time. She even leaned a
bit into her hand, and let her arms unfold. She let out a shaky breath, and
allowed Cinnamon to hug her gently and stroke her hair. The catwoman’s tail
relaxed and curled over Mars’ leg, as she whispered soothingly to scarred girl.
Devin swallowed hard. In world already overflowing with
strange magic, this was the freakiest thing that he had ever seen.
“You should forget about this,” said Stacy as she took his
arm and guided him out of the lab. April grabbed their clothes and followed. Once
they were in the hall, she handed them out, and the three dressed themselves.
“Are you kidding me? What the fuck was all that?” he said, much more aggressively than he’d intended.
The two girls shared a glance. April sighed. “Devin…”
Stacy shook her head. “We really shouldn’t tell him.”
“For fuck’s sake, Stace, you know he’s not going to let it
go. They never do.”
Devin cocked his head at them. “They?”
April blinked, seemed to fish for her next words for a
moment, then said, “People who find out about… that incident.”
“What incident?
And what the hell was that mark?”
April let out a long breath. “There’s… there was…”
“An invasion,” Stacy cut in, glaring hard at April. “A Queendom
from the continent. They used their Sex Magic in a twisted way to enact a
shock-and-awe campaign to try and conquer other nations. They shape-shifted
their soldiers to look like demons, had their Archmages throw fire and
lightning and turn people into animals, trying to convince the world they had
somehow unlocked the secret to a new form of magic. An evil, dark Magic, with
which they’d summoned demons to overthrow the world.”
“It was total bunk, of course,” said April, picking up
quickly. “All their so-called demonic powers were well within the body-morphing
and energy casting abilities of Sex Magic. But for a moment there, they had
people convinced. They did some really sick shit to the towns they struck to
sell the lie. Ritual sacrifices, runic scarring, nightmarish visions, that sort
of thing.”
“Killing kids in the name of made up dark gods,” said Stacy,
bitterly. April glared at her. The blond shrugged. “It’s true.”
April sighed and shook her head. “That mark on Mars’ back is
one of their symbols. Her home town was struck by invaders. She managed to
escape, but not before they burned that scar on her. All bullshit smoke and
mirrors occult imagery, all nothing more than a gimmick to terrorize our
country into submission.”
“We call it the Cult Wars,” said Stacy. “Although it wasn’t
much of a war. The invasion lasted all of a week; the Queens
from all three of our island’s nations led an army of their strongest Archmage
soldiers, and completely wiped the invaders out. A month later, other Queendoms
on the continent obliterated that whole nation.”
Devin shook his head. “How the hell did I never hear about
this?”
Stacy and April looked to the side. “Well, it was over a
decade ago, and nobody likes to talk about it. We lost six towns and a city, including
a Family Town
Devin frowned. “I guess.” He glanced into the room. Cinnamon
was still holding Mars, whispering into her ear. But Devin saw Mars watching
him, peeking out from beneath the catwoman’s embrace, staring at him intently.
Stacy put a hand on Devin’s shoulder. “Please don’t pester
her about it. I’m actually pretty surprised she’s here, and didn’t just settle
in Rootville, like most of the survivors. That takes a lot of bravery. You saw
the scar. Even with Sex Magic healing, those marks don’t go away, and the
mental trauma isn’t easily mitigated. That was the one real thing about their
rituals; they knew some trick of the Magic to burn those marks in permanently,
and make them hurt to look at.”
Devin suddenly had an idea as to just what Mars had been
after, trying to find ways to push Sex Magic beyond its known limits. On her
flesh was proof that it could be twisted further, even if just by a little bit.
So why not try to find other ways to twist it, preferably in a beneficial way,
such as a finally cracking the code to make a Lust Energy Dynamo that worked
the way it had originally been supposed to? Still, the cost to form that
ambition in her mind made Devin shiver with revulsion. No wonder nobody talked
about these so-called Cult Wars.
April nodded at this thoughts. “And we’d really appreciate
it if it stayed that way.” She likewise put her hand on his shoulder. “Please.”
Devin gave them a wary look. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. I
understand.”
“Thank you very much,” said April, smiling at him. “You’re a
good boy.”
Stacy let out a little laugh, grinning. “And delicious. Too
bad we got interrupted. Man, you’re energy! I don’t think we’ve ever cum that hard together!”
April chuckled, blushing a bit. “Yeah, that was pretty
great. Oh, well. We know where he lives. Maybe we’ll pop by sometime.” She
winked at Devin.
Devin forced a little laugh of his own. “Sure. Sounds fun.”
Just then, Mars came out, Cinnamon trailing behind her,
giving the girl a sympathetic smile. Mars had her ripped shirt on in reverse,
covering her scar, and letting the sliced back become an open front, which she
tied off just beneath her breasts. Mars looked up at Devin and frowned deeply.
“I’m really sorry, Devin. Did they explained it all?”
He nodded. “I can’t imagine what it was like. My
condolences.”
The corner of her mouth quirked and she looked to the floor.
“Yeah,” she said softly. She shook her head as if to clear her mind, and forced
her eyes up front. “Anyway. That was then. This is now. Be grateful you don’t have to imagine it. Or worse, remember it.”
He nodded again.
Stacy clapped her hands, causing everyone jump a little, but
she had a smile on her face. “Alright! Well, we’ll just call this experiment a
dud, then, shall we?”
Mars sighed in exasperation, resuming her deadpan look.
“Yes. I’m calling it. We’re done. I’ll get all the data collected and turn it
in. The rest of you don’t have to worry.”
“Great! Text us when it’s all done,” said Stacy.
“Bye guys!” said April. “Hope to see you later, Devin!”
“Me too!” said Cinnamon, grinning. “And that cute monkey
girl!”
“And give Mars some of that dick already! She could use it!”
said Stacy.
Mars rolled her eyes and Devin just blushed. He looked to
her. “Well, if you want.”
She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it.”
Stacy, April, and Cinnamon started off down the hallway. The
two watched them go for a moment, then Mars lead Devin to a closer set of
stairs, so they wouldn’t just end up following the other three. As they entered
the stairwell, Mars looked around, and paused. Once the door to the hall fully
closed, she turned to Devin and gave him a stern look.
“What is it?” he said.
“What story did they feed you? The Cult Wars?”
Devin felt a chill go down his spine. He nodded.
Mars sighed and put a hand to her head, shaking it. “Yeah,
that’s the popular one.”
Devin swallowed hard. “What do you mean? Were they lying?”
Mars opened her mouth, but then, they heard a door open
somewhere above them. It closed, but there were no footsteps. She tensed. She
didn’t look around, but pulled Devin into a hug, cupping the back of his head
and tilting her face up to whisper into his ear. “It doesn’t matter. Something really terrible happened to me when I
was... younger. It happened to a lot
of people. Everyone has their explanation. You may hear… different accounts, if
it ever comes up again. That’s because the thing that happened is… it’s very difficult
for people to process. That’s the main reason why no one talks about it. Do you
understand?”
Devin nodded, even though he wasn’t sure he did. He could
not escape the icy feeling that someone was watching them just then. Mars
swallowed hard, and said, “Please don’t mention this to any of the others. That
terrible thing was in the past, and it will stay in the past. I know this has
you spooked, but please don’t worry. This is our burden to bear.”
Devin hugged her back. “I understand, Mars. I won’t press
you on it. But, if you ever want to talk about what really happened, or whatever
your… interpretation is, you can talk to me.”
He felt something warm drip onto his neck. “Thank you,” she
said, and she sniffled. “You really are a good boy.” Devin held her for a few
long minutes. Distantly, they heard another door open and close, and the
feeling of being watched suddenly lifted. This time, footsteps could be heard
coming down the stairs.
Mars pulled away, composing herself. She wiped at the wet
spot on his collar. “Sorry.”
“Hey, I’m here to service you girls however you need,” said
Devin with a sly smile. Mars afforded him a small smile back, and the tension
of the moment broke.
A couple girls and boy came into view and walked past them.
The girls smiled knowingly at the couple. The boy behind them, wearing only a
tenting pair of gym shorts, his hips jerking with every step, had his eyes
laser focused on the girls’ asses.
“Saturday catch-up work, too, huh?” said one of the girls.
“Yeah,” said Mars. “All wrapped up, though.”
“Lucky you,” the other girl muttered.
“Yeah,” said Mars, a wry smirk crossing her lips. “I am lucky.” So saying, she snuck her
Phantom Hand around Devin’s cock to lead him back home. Devin dutifully
followed behind.
FOURTEEN
Devin spent the next day graciously accepting a luxurious
boobjob from Brandy, and then spent hours in bed with Casey. Despite an
invitation to join in the fun, Mars opted to spend the rest of the weekend in
her room. By the end of that night, all worries over the weird event at the lab
were left behind.
When Devin awoke Monday morning, Mars was gone. Her room was
entirely empty of her belongings, save for a small stack of cash for the remainder
of her rent, and a note that said, “Take good care of him.” None of the girls,
not even Maggie, knew why she had left, or where she had gone. Devin believed
them. True to his word, he didn’t mention Mars’ past, and interestingly, the
other girls didn’t seem to be able to see that information in his mind. That,
or they saw it, and chose to respect the wish not to discuss it.
It felt a bit sad, not mention a little jarring, for her to
leave so suddenly, but if Devin was brutally honest, he was also a bit
relieved. Aside from being the girl he had least interacted with at the house, she
had always struck him as a bit odd. Now that he knew why, he regretted he
couldn’t have perhaps been more helpful to her, but at the same time, he was
also glad there wasn’t a risk of her snapping on him again. All things
considered, he supposed he’d already given her as much help as he could
reasonably be expected to. He doubted he could have truly helped her deal with
her demons.
He simply hoped that wherever she went, Mars was able to
find peace and fulfillment, and put her past fully behind her. And such
thoughts made him likewise reflect on his own situation. Brandy was correct.
Sooner, rather than later, he was going to have to start considering his future.
And with the way things were developing, chief among those considerations was
which, if any, of the women he presently served might be the one to take good
care of him.
END
What an awesome story! I really like the little snippet of world building in addition to all the sexy stuffs!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Glad you liked it! :)
DeleteAhhh, porn with a narrative.
ReplyDeleteThere may lots of it, but a good one is a rare treat.
Thanks! :)
DeleteGreat Story, although the change from erotic to deep story was abrupt and sudden.
ReplyDeleteWill there be another book or is this the final chapter?
I admit my transition from sexy to serious has not always been smooth.
DeleteSince dropping the Visual Novel idea, my intention with House Boy was to do it as a series of novellas. However, writing long form, and writing sequels, is difficult for me, so I have no idea when a Book Three might actually happen. I have some very vague notions of plot direction, and a couple scenes in mind for the future, but for right now, it's on hiatus until the muse suddenly strikes again.
And thanks, glad you liked it! :)
DeleteYes, sometimes it was just too different in comparison to other stories of you, where there is more room given for sex scenes.
DeleteI think a little bit more space for those hot scenes would be more satisfying, knowing there are a lot of scenes, but having few as well described as in the first Book feels weird, if not forced; no offense.
Don't get me wrong though I loved the scenes just wished either more description or less scenes in total, but longer.
I'd be happy to see a third Book, hope the muse hits in soon xP
Have a nice Christmas and holiday!
Hello, SF, this is my first time commenting because I just have to express how much I love this House Boy series. It's so unbelievably sexy and has so much potential. You could even do multiple endings as if it was a visual novel, with each one being Devin choosing to stay with a different girl. Lord knows deep down in my heart I wish he went with Brandy. So many erotic possibilities. Just throwing ideas your way. I hope your muse can be rekindled so you can continue writing this fantastic work. Thank you and have a great day.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much! Actually this originally was going to be a visual novel, but that format didn't work out for me, but I still liked the story enough to write it in some form.
DeleteI do intend to eventually write Book Three for this, at the least, but it's another one of those things that just takes forever for me to figure out. Doing multiple endings (even if just in summary) has been an idea, actually. We'll just have to see how things come together.
Read it for the plot. Seriously lol
ReplyDeleteThis is an awesome story. Book one was interesting and sexy and did a great job laying the foundation for these characters. Except Mars, which worked out great because book two really makes up for it. I wanted more after reading book one. But that was mostly for the sex. Book two really makes me want more for the plot.
I want to find out more of Mars backstory, how Devin fits in. Where did Mars go and does Devin ever encounter her again? Is she able to overcome her past and conquer her demons? Which girl does Devin choose to follow, if any?
This is definitely one of my favorite stories of yours. Excellent job!
Thank you very much!
DeleteMars getting a lighter introduction in Book One definitely lead to her getting spotlighted here in Book Two. In similar fashion, I have wanted Book Three to focus on Stell since she's largely absent here, then Book Four would probably focus back on Brandy, with April, Stacy, and Cin returning. Unfortunately, I hit a hard wall on what to actually do next for the plot, and I'm sorry to say, I never figured it out. Likewise, I don't know if tapping into the Dark Lore was worth it here.
I'm going to go ahead and spoil it here, because I don't see myself continuing this story, despite it being one of the last big projects I wanted to do for the SMW. This was also going to be part of the original Visual Novel plan in a hidden story path, but I decided to tap into it more here in the novella.
What we find out is that "House Boy" takes place in the Dellissa's World version of Sex Magic (hence why it's listed there under the title). Devin has only just arrived in the world at the beginning of Book One. Littleton does exist, but Devin isn't from there; Dellissa dropped him with false memories onto that train.
DeleteDevin is human. Mars is human. Every other named girl we've met so far is a Lesser Fae.
The "Cult Wars" event that Stacy and April talk about is the cover story for the Impact Event of a Temaelean Monster breaking into Dellissa's reality bubble. Mars was in the nearest town to the creature's landing point, and during the event, was branded by the Mark of Temael across her back. (Incidentally, this same event is referred to by Gabe in his chapter in Sistress).
You'd have to re-read the setting article to get all the details on this, and the significance of humans in the setting and how the Impact Event massively threatened it all. Mars managed to keep her place in the world, but the brand is still there, which is why she's pretty hands-off with everybody. When her scar is revealed, the Fae in the room go "out of character" to debate how to handle her. (We see a similar thing happen in the Penetration video game.) Ultimately, they know Mars isn't actively trying to be a threat, but she can't be in a position to risk other humans being disrupted by her presence.
We never see Mars again. She was taken, memory-wiped, and relocated to another town. She may still be aware that she's in a false reality, and might be scared to return to Earth, but the Fae are okay keeping her quarantined to a comfortable corner somewhere.
At the end of the series (Book Five was my initial plan for this), Belle Ray is subsumed by a very powerful Terror Zone manifestation. The book turns into a nightmare survival horror story as all extant Lesser Fae across the city are converted into monsters and Temaelean monster hordes spontaneously generate into the world. The only people NOT affected are Devin and the named girls, because his human essence has anchored all the girls into their existential paradigm. (The reason his Lust Energy is so special and potent is because he's human, and as a result is an important anchor to the Lesser Fae playing the roles of Sex Mages. Again, refer to the setting document).
They may find other humans and salvaged Fae in the setting, I dunno. Frankly, I don't know how its all supposed to shake out. Devin maybe realizes the truth of everything and tries to return home, or maybe he realizes he wants to stay. Either way, the House Crew survives the night until Dellissa herself arrives to clear out the Zone, and that would be the end.
DeleteEven ignoring the fact that I have zero clue what to do with Books Three and Four, I ultimately feel like Book Five would be rather pointless. Most readers don't care about or like the Dark Lore stuff, I'm pretty sure most people who read Four Books of hot steamy Sex Magic action don't want to suddenly be smacked in the face with a zero-sex survival horror story. Moreover, at this point, I have ended up doing Terror Zone and Temael stuff enough that I fear it's impact is overdone, and I don't know that I want to even repeat it for a whole novella. The Metis Zone game was a solid enough representation of the idea (if truncated), Penetration shows the effects of existential risk to a disrupted Fae World as well. So, I dunno.
This was the one series I wanted to keep doing for the SMW, but I hit an absolute wall for the next two books. I really wanted to at least have a spotlight book for Stell and Brandy, maybe see more of their sides of the setting, but it just didn't come to me. I also don't want to skip straight to Book Five, and have that be this huge downer story for most readers.
Feels cheap to just spill it out here, but I've been hanging onto it for a long while, and I don't see it getting written, so I may as well. I am glad you enjoyed the "plot" side of the story as well as the hot stuff. :)
If book 3 and 4 are going to be about Stell and Brandy, you could have them go on a vacation on their own queendoms, to expand the world more, on a 1st person view
DeleteI did have that thought, actually, of them going to their Queendoms to see what they're like, but I couldn't think of a reason to drag Devin along. Then I had the idea to bring the Queendoms to them, so to speak, having Stell's cousins and Brandy's older sister show up, to be more extreme versions of those two for comparison.
DeleteI suppose I could do the visits without Devin, but then it wouldn't be "House Boy". But maybe that's the problem. I'm still locked into the idea of this being based on the "dating sim" VN. Maybe I should break out of that.