Letting Off Some Steam

It was a perfect spring morning, with a warm sun, but just-cool-enough air to make it great day to sit outside or go for a walk. Unfortunately, the pleasant atmosphere did little to calm the sour mood of a young woman whose day had been accosted by several petty inconveniences.
 
Carine flicked a finger across her phone in irritation. This was just not one of her days. Her car was still in the shop, after another part shipment got delayed. The grocery store had been out of avocados, when she wanted to make some guacamole for a party this weekend. And Brenda had just canceled their lunch date due to being “indisposed”.
 
Carine could very well sense how “indisposed” her friend was. Her friend’s boyfriend’s cock was like a siren in the distance from how hard he was. That little slut just couldn’t go a day without slobbing her new boytoy’s knob! Okay, so he was nine inches long and thick as a beer can when hard, and but so what?
 
As Carine traced the stud’s cock signal, she vindictively cast a little spell on him for keeping her friend distracted. Brenda didn’t let the stud cum but once a week, even through she teased the shit out of him every day. The poor guy was already out of his mind by weeks end from the amount of pent up cum in his nuts. Carine thought it would be even nicer if his semen production was tripled, just to make it that much more unbearable. Her airheaded friend probably wouldn’t even notice the spell, just get off harder to his enhanced frustration. Lucky bitch.
 
Still, Craine couldn’t do too much more to the stud, if only because she didn’t want to interrupt her friend’s pleasure. She’d get back at Brenda for standing her up some other way. Till, then, however, Carine was stuck at home, with nothing to do but nurse a cranky attitude.
 
Nothing soothed a girl’s nerves like bullying a boy’s cock, Carine found, but to her increased irritation, none of her usual lays were available either! Tom was currently away on a family vacation, all the way over in France, well beyond the range of her power. She’d heard the country had practically become a femdom matriarchy since Sex Magic had appeared. She looked forward to reading all his sexual memories when he got back; maybe the French ladies would have tried some new exotic tricks on him for her to learn. Still, his absence didn’t help her now.
 
Meanwhile, Charles was currently “working” as a Book Boy at the nearby University; she could sense his cock being clinically stroked by a cute girl, who was merely using him to absorb some data for her class. The psychic speed-learning power of the Magic allowed her to draw the knowledge telepathically from his mind as she manipulated his penis. Carine smirked as she sensed the boy edge; from his thoughts, she caught his perspective as he desperately looked down at the girl’s cleavage, but was unable to move, and unable to so much as beg her for relief. The girl, meanwhile, looked like she may as well have been washing a glass; despite her expert skill with her hand, she had only a look of bored tolerance, staring off into the middle distance with a flat expression as she focused on taking the information she needed. The poor boys’ aching need was the furthest thing from her mind.
 
Well, at least Charles was suffering, which Carine could appreciate. She wasn’t going to interfere with his job, tempting though it was. At least he had a job, which was more than half the men in town could say.
 
Brody, on the other hand, was unavailable because he was Benched. Apparently, he’d gotten caught trying to steal some girl’s clothes as part of some idiotic dare the teen boys were doing. The red-haired young man was currently already suffering from dozens of zaps and tease spells assaulting his cock as every woman passing by heartlessly zapped his cock for a laugh and a little boost of energy.
 
The Bench was the perfect excuse to be an absolute bitch to a boy just for the fun of it. Carine might have liked to join in, but the Bench was ten miles away, and she didn’t feel like sharing her playtime with a bunch of passing strangers.
 
She let out a groan of frustration, and flicked her finger over her phone again, scrolling through to see if there were any YouTube videos worth watching. As she did so, she let a little Spell spark fly off at random, absently venting a bit of frustration without really intending to hit anything.
 
She heard a sudden gasp off to her left, and immediately sensed a cock erecting. She snapped her gaze over to the fence surrounding her backyard. A boy was crouched down on the other side of the fence, on his knees in the dirt. She’d been so caught up in tracing the other guys on her roster, she actually hadn’t detected the young man’s soft cock until he started erecting. She was a little surprised, given how full his nuts seemed to be now that she paid attention.
 
What was he doing, trying to sneak a peak at her? Carine got up from her lawn chair and strode over to the fence. She popped her head over the side, and said, “Hey!”
 
The boy jumped, startled. He fell back on his butt in the grass, and quickly threw his hands in front of him as his cock tented his shorts.
 
“Uh, h-hi Carine!” Henri said nervously. He blushed fiercely, seeing the gorgeous young woman looking down at him.
 
“Henri? When did you get back?”
 
“Um, last night. It’s spring break.” The young man lived several houses down, and had been away at an out-of-state University the past year.
 
“So what are you doing creeping around my fence?”
 
Henri motioned to the flower bed he’d been kneeling on. Carine scowled. Technically, the strip of land immediately in front her fence was her property, but her neighbor had seen fit to build a long stretch of flowerbed along her side of it.
 
Henri got back on his knees and made himself breath steadily. He still kept his hands in front of himself, but she noticed he didn’t hold them too close to his crotch. A quick glance told her why. A strong Anti-Masturbation Spell made it so he couldn’t get his hands within a foot of himself when he was hard. All he could do was sort of awkwardly hold his hands in front, which of course hid nothing from this angle. And of course, it did nothing to hide him from her senses anyway.
 
She also noticed, to her surprise, that his cock was actually starting to wilt. Henri was focused on the ground, keeping his breathing steady, and she sensed the static of non-sexual thoughts clouding his brain.
 
The boy had some powerful self-control, despite how full his nuts were, and how quickly he’d gotten hard! Carine could sense it in his balls. He hadn’t popped off in at least a few weeks! And yet, he was getting himself to wilt right in front of her.
 
She supposed she should have been impressed, but for some reason, she felt even more annoyed. As if some stupid boy really had true control of his own cock! Carine smiled ruthlessly while his gaze was turned down. She’d found her cock to play with.
 
Composing herself, she made a subtle little psychic pulse at his cock. With a thought, his penis obeyed, and stopped wilting. She didn’t want to push it too hard right away. Let the boy assume he was just struggling with his control for a minute.
 
“I asked what you were doing?” she said icily.
 
Henri gulped and looked up at her. She sensed the blood start to pulse towards his cock as he gazed up at her face. A flash of erotic memory leaked from his mind, of being naked and hard in front of female students at his school as they made demands of him. The reminder of that alone was all it took to rev his motor and break his self-control. He swallowed hard and glanced down, hunching over a bit more, and breathing steadily to try and get himself to wilt again.
 
“I, um…” he stammered as he motioned the flowerbed again.
 
Oh no you don’t! thought Carine, and with a thought, she gently encouraged the blood flow to his cock, even as she lightly held the memory of kneeling naked before some mean girls to linger in his mind. Her Magic touch was delicate enough it was impossible for him to tell she was doing it, and he mentally cursed himself for being so weak!
 
“Peeping on me, is that it? You’re peeking between the slats?” The fence was the type with staggered boards, which mostly blocked the view, unless you went up to the fence and tied to peek between them at an angle. From where she had been sitting relative to where Henri was kneeling, she knew he probably couldn’t have really seen her. But the cum-dumb boy was now too distracted to point that out!
 
“I wasn’t!” he insisted, looking up at her again. Seeing her stern gaze, his cock started throbbing in his shorts!
 
She held back a giggle. She wasn’t even coaxing his cock directly at the moment; all she’d had to do was get him going, and his helpless lusts did the rest of the work!
 
“Then why were you creeping around my fence?”
 
“I, uh, Mrs. Bradley...” his hands trembled as he wanted to grab himself, both in shame, and just from the need to be touched, but the Anti-Masturbation Spell wouldn’t let him! “I’m doing some, um, yard work jobs this summer, and um, while I’m on break, Mrs. Bradley wants me to weed her garden!” He swallowed again. “I wasn’t spying on you! I swear! I didn’t know you were out here!”
 
“So why do you have a raging boner?” She glared down at him, and he flinched as his cock pulsed hotly and uncomfortably in his shorts.
 
He bent forward, settling onto his hands and knees again, squeezing his eyes shut, and trying to breathe steady. “I dunno! I-It was probably a Spell! I thought I felt a zap a minute ago! I’m sorry if it disturbed you!”
 
“Hmph,” was all she replied with. She gave him a quick scan with her powers, thinking of a way to discipline him. Aside from the Anti-Masturbation Spell, it was a given that he had a rock-solid Orgasm Block. What’s more, it seemed he already had a Semen Booster on him, set to five times normal sperm production. From his memories, he was not having an easy time of it at college. He’d come back home for the break hoping for some relief from all the rampant co-ed cock-teasing.
 
No such luck. With a thought, Carine knocked the Booster up a couple notches, leaving him with seven times the sperm production. She also stopped being gentle and gave his erection a hard shot of Magic. Then she slid a slick, Phantom Finger right up his tender butthole, to gently, lovingly, probe his prostate.
 
Henri gasped and shuddered, one hand going for his butt, while the other curled into a fist and he planted his face into the grass. His cock jerked and spasmed in his shorts, immediately trying to force an ejaculation from the wickedly sensual invasion, but of course, not even a single drop of pre-cum oozed out.
 
“Ah! Ah! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!”
 
Carine let out a sultry breath, enjoying the show for a full minute, feeling her pussy moisten. She brazenly slipped a hand beneath her shorts and touched herself, shivering as the pleasure surged through her with almost electric intensity. The Lust Energy Henri was giving off was very potent, and she once again was astonished she hadn’t noticed him before her Spell made him hard. It was truly impressive how much self-control he had for a boy. And yet, for all that, all it took was a slight concentrated effort from a girl to bust a boys defenses.
 
She chewed her lip and gripped the fence tightly with her free hand, and her breath came in sharp gasps as she frigged herself to a quick, sharp climax. She managed not to squeal, and the writhing boy didn’t even notice she had jilled off, as he mewed with clenched-shut eyes on the ground. As the moment passed, she pulled her fingers away and let out a breath, composing herself. She paused the Phantom Finger and eased up on the Hard Attack. Henri sagged on the ground, huffing.
 
Carine glancing across the flowerbed. It really was unnecessarily long, and Mrs. Bradley had been terrible at upkeeping it. No doubt she wanted it cleared out so she could planet new flowers soon, and let them grow in time for Henri to do another round of weeding when he got back for the summer.
 
“So,” said Carine. “How soon do you need to be done?”
 
“B-before she… gets back from work… in like… four hours…”
 
“If you aren’t finished?”
 
He looked up at her with a pained expression that almost made her slip her hand back in her shorts right then! Fuck there was nothing hotter than a teary-eyed boy on his knees!
 
“Th-then she won’t… uh…”
 
“Won’t?”
 
“Won’t let me… cum!” He flushed, and the thought bloomed hot in his mind, and made his nuts ache.
 
Carine smirked. “Well, don’t let me stop you then!” And with that, she resumed the Phantom Finger’s motion in his ass, lovingly massaging his prostate, albeit at a slower pace, with sporadic pauses to let him catch his breath. She turned, grinning wide as the boy howled in the grass behind her.
 
“No! Wait! Ah!”
 
“Good luck!” she said with a wave. She went back into the house, feeling much better about the day, as she left the boy to struggle to complete his chore.