A Simple Job

ONE
“But I don’t want to be a Test Boy!” nineteen-year-old Dylan couldn’t keep the whine out of his voice as he gave his step-mother a helpless look.
 
Janet just rolled her eyes at her step-son. “And exactly what else do you plan on doing with your summer, hmmm? You’re nineteen. You should at least try to find some seasonal work, even if it’s volunteer.”
 
“No one’s hiring around here!” said Dylan. “All the stores are staffed up with older guys, so they aren’t even hiring for the summer. I can’t do delivery jobs, since it’s still too dangerous for guys to drive if they don’t have Shielded cars. And I don’t have a car anyway! And there’s already enough guys doing yard work.”
 
The tall, curvy blonde gave him a bemused smirk. “And no one’s letting you near a lawn mower since you ran yours into Mrs. Gladly’s pool.”
 
“I was being Teased!” Dylan whined.
 
God, he still sounded like such a bratty child. “You’re always going to get Teased. It’s what happens to boys.”
 
“So how is a guy supposed to do anything in this town?”
 
“By both being able to handle the occasional tease, or finding a way to make getting teased a useful asset!” Janet slapped the table, specifically the flyer she had set down in front of her step-son. “Listen. Two-hundred dollars a week to just sit there on your ass and let some girls play with you. It’s only for the summer.”
 
Dylan swallowed hard and looked tentatively at the paper. Despite his protests, Janet could sense his cock start to swell in his shorts. The reedy, short young man shifted a bit, but the truth was, his cock didn’t have too far to stretch.
 
“B-but, Test Boys, they don’t get to… um…” he blushed again, and his cock rose higher as he was unable to stop himself from reacting the thoughts of hot young women using his penis. The poor boy, admittedly, didn’t get much female attention outside of Sex Magic pranks, and the occasional mocking comments.
 
“Orgasm,” said Janet plainly. “You won’t get to orgasm while you are being a Test Boy.”
 
His frustration at the unfairness of it all managed to cut through his teenaged lusts for a moment. His cock managed to stop rising, holding at a half-chub as he looked back at her with a pouty expression. “But it’s already been three weeks! And I have another week until Mrs. Gladly’s Block is lifted!”
 
Janet shrugged. “Test Boys are better when they’re blue balled anyway, so you’re a shoe-in for the position.” She tapped the sheet of paper. “Besides, if you would actually read the flyer, you’ll see it’s for that girl you used to frantically jerk off to.”
 
Dylan’s eyes widened, and he did, finally, read the details. “Mrs. Amy Dorris needs at least one pent up young man for my daughter, Naomi, and her two friends to practice their Magic on. Will pay $200 a week! This will last until Naomi returns to college at the end of August. Please e-mail, text, or call if interested.”
 
He swallowed hard again, and this time, his cock shot straight to full mast! Imagining the redhead whose Instagram pics he’d been cranking it to for the last year, playing with his cock! It was unreal!
 
Janet smirked again, sensing the strength of his erection with her powers, and seeing the boy’s mind clash between the animal desire to get with the girl of his dreams, and the harrowing knowledge said girl, and her friends, would be putting him through blue ball hell for the next three months!
 
She let him wrestle with the idea for a minute. Finally, his hand shaking a little, he said, “I can’t do it. I won’t be able to take it!”
 
Janet rolled her eyes. “You’re lucky that No Touch Spell has been on you the past few weeks, because if it wasn’t, I guarantee she’d have sensed you jacking it to her pics, and been doing stuff to you already.” Dylan opened his mouth to protest, but she cut him off, holding up a finger. “Speaking of which, even if you don’t take this job, that Spell is staying on the rest of the summer.”
 
“What?!”
 
“We’ve been living together long enough now, I can sense every single time you touch yourself, even from across town! I let it slide for your father’s sake last summer, but I am not going to put up with it anymore. Honestly, you run to your room to play with yourself practically every time I leave the house!”
 
“Janet! That’s not fair!”
 
She crossed her arms and gave the young man a stern expression. “What’s not fair is having to baby a young man into his mid-twenties! I know it’s tough for you boys out there, but you have to find a way to make a living in this world, even if it amounts to odd jobs and being a temporary Tease Bitch!”
 
She pointed at him and Dylan winced. “I mean it. No touching yourself for the whole rest of the summer! If you want to get off after Gladly’s Block goes away, you’re going to have to convince a girl to help you.”
 
Dylan’s face turned even more red, and his cock started to wilt at his shame. “You know they won’t!”
 
“Then what’s the harm in taking this job?” Janet tapped the paper again. “Hmm? You aren’t touching and you aren’t cumming, so you may as well make some money off it.”
 
Dylan hesitantly looked at the flyer again, his thoughts churning. His cock had paused at a half-erection again as his bitterness at the situation didn’t let him get too excited at the idea of his favorite Insta Model playing with it, though the thought also didn’t let him sober up entirely. He didn’t want to do it, but… but part of him knew this was his only chance, in any way, to be with a girl that hot! God, what a fucking choice…
 
Janet watched his thoughts play out, and after waiting another few moments, decided to speed things along. With a tiny, imperceptible thread of her Magic, she coaxed his erection to slowly rise to full mast again, as he played the scenario in his mind. Truthfully, she probably hadn’t needed to, but she had shit to do today, and didn’t feel like watching her step-son’s mental see-sawing for the next hour until he finally cracked.
 
God, he didn’t want to spend the whole summer getting tease tortured! But… but if it was Naomi-fucking-Dorris! He was hard as a rock just thinking about it, regardless of what it meant! Even with his penis throbbing in his shorts, he was still afraid to say it, until Janet sighed, rolled her eyes, and said, “For fuck’s sake, Dylan, listen to your cock, and take the job!”
 
He looked up at her and steeled himself. “If I do this, I want to be Block free and allowed to touch for at least the next month! No matter what!”
 
Janet’s eyebrow twitched. This fucking brat, trying to negotiate terms! “Dylan, if I am feeling extremely magnanimous by summer’s end, I will give you one day to let you jerk it all out of your system. But if I hear one more complaint in the next three months, I will Block you until Christmas!”
 
Dylan went pale as the flyer on the table as the blood drained from his face. Despite his pang of fear, all that freed up blood seemed to have no where better to go than to rush right to his cock! He almost protested, but when he opened his mouth, all he said was a soft, “Okay.”
 
“Good,” said Janet. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number. As the phone rang thrice, Dylan’s face slowly turned red again as he realized he was now locked in. He was going to be the Tease Bitch of the hottest girl in town, and she was going to see exactly why none of the other women would help him get so much as a pity cum!
 
Janet slipped a little Prop Spell on his cock, making sure he’d stay rock hard no matter how much dread he felt over the idea. She made a little bemused smile as she watched him fidget. Then, the call picked up.
 
“Hello? Mrs. Dorris? This is Janet Glaston. Yes, Todd’s wife. His third, if you can believe it. Haha, I know, right? Poor guy still gets random revenge spells in the middle of the night, and his last ex still gives him some special teasing for his birthday. Well, you know how it is. Uh-huh.”
 
Dylan’s blush grew, wincing as he had to hear about what his father went through. How he managed to keep his company job, Dylan really didn’t want to know.
 
“So, I’m calling because of that add you posted on the Facebook group. I was wondering if you still needed a boy? Oh, good. Haha, really? I guess every other young man has managed to find some real work.” She glanced at Dylan, who refused to look her in the eye.
 
“I see, I see. Uh-huh. Yes, my step-son, Dylan. Yes, with the lawnmower. Poor kid’s never living that one down!” Dylan could hear the other woman laugh through the phone, joining his step-mother’s own laugh, his cock only seemed to throb harder at their amusement! “Oh, no, he doesn’t have anything else lined up, and he’s plenty pent up. Uh-huh. So when would you like him to start? Yes, today would be fine. He’s got no where else to be.”
 
Dylan jumped in his seat and snapped his gaze up at her in surprise. Janet just ignored him. “Mmhmm… oh, about three weeks. Not too much, no. Yeah, that makes sense.” She reached a hand out and gripped the air as though she were gripping a cock. Dylan jumped again as he felt her fingers wrap around his organ! She made a flick of her wrist, then dropped her hand, but Dylan felt the impressions of invisible fingers, slick with lube, start jacking him off! He squirmed in his seat as the little tent in his shorts flexed!
 
“Alright, I’ll bring him over around four then,” she said, then let out a chuckle. “Happy to be of service! Bye!” Closing the call, she let out a satisfied little huff, and smiled at her step-son. “Well, that’s that! Congrats on getting work!”
 
“Janet!” Dylan whined, voice deepening a bit as the Phantom Hand worked him with expert skill. “Wh-what are you doing?!”
 
“She wants you primed up high when you show up,” she said. “The stronger your signals, the easier it will be for the girls to focus their powers on you. Naomi just got her powers a few days ago, and her friends within the week before that, so they’re all pretty raw.”
 
“C-come on!” Dylan huffed. “I’m three weeks pent up! Isn’t that enough?!”
 
“Probably,” said Janet. She gripped the air again, horizontally this time, and brought the open grip towards her face. She opened her mouth into an “o” and made a cock-sucking motion for a second, and Dylan let out a gasp as he felt a warm, sensual Phantom Mouth imbibe his cock! She wriggled her tongue, and he felt a Phantom One lick him, independent of the sucking mouth, tracing his most sensitive penile nerve line, then dragging sensually around the head, then repeating in a loop.
 
“Janeeet! St-stooop!” She dropped her hand again, but the sensations continued, and she couldn’t help but smile a bit wickedly as she watched her step-son writhe helplessly under her power. His Lust Energy beamed right to her, filling her with pleasant, happy warmth, even as her sensual spells served to torment him with pleasures he would assuredly have been denied him in a world without the Magic. But this pleasure was not the merciful gift it should have been as, within another few seconds, his sensitive organ raced to a peak of pleasure and he tried to cum! Only for the cruel Orgasm Block to deny him any and all relief! He grunted and mewed and kicked, gripping the sides of his chair tightly as he fought in vein to cum, but the unstoppable female Magic kept his seed contained, his orgasmic spasms easing no penile tension at all!
 
After nearly twenty seconds of fruitless bucking, his body had to stop trying, but he still hovered near that edge, and the stimulation never ceased. He had only about ten seconds before his body tried again.
 
He tried to sputter between edgings. “Aaaah! J-J-Janet! F-four o’clock is… s-six hours… from now!”
 
“I’ll give you a ten minute break at the end of each hour,” she said as she stood up and stretched in a way that perfectly accentuated her curves right in front of him. “Meanwhile, I have some work to get done. So, go to your room and settle in.”
 
Dylan, knowing there was nothing he could do about it, shuddered through another edge, then got up and staggered off to his room. He stripped off his clothes, letting his cock swing free to give it the slightest bit of pressure relief he could, but it seemed to only make his cock surge harder! All he could do was throw himself on the bed and writhe and whimper as his step-mother’s Spells torment him. And the worst part was, he knew this was just an appetizer for what the rest of the summer would be like!
 
 
 
TWO
Janet had decided to be nice enough to give Dylan a half-hour break between edgings and driving him to the Dorris’ homes. She regretted it as soon as she told him to get out of bed, and get into the car, sans clothes.
 
“What?! No!” Dylan immediately tried to grab for his shorts and shirt.
 
Janet, standing in his doorway with her arms crossed, sighed and made an upward flick of her hand. Dylan felt an invisible force raise him into the air, an invisible hand pulling him by as his cock as his body felt suddenly weightless. “You won’t be needing them. Now let’s go.”
 
“But why do I have to be naked?” he protested, wriggling in the air as she floated him behind her like a living balloon.
 
She rolled her eyes. “They will be playing with your body for hours. Why would a Test Boy need clothes while he’s being teased?”
 
“Because—! Because—!” Dylan’s eyes were a little wild, and he almost grabbed for the corner of the wall. A harsh glare from Janet, and a hard, painful spike of extra tension to his cock made him re-think that strategy.
 
“Dylan. They can sense what you look like. Even if they couldn’t, they could see it from the tent in your shorts, if you were wearing them.”
 
Dylan flushed crimson and hung his head in shame, which of course, only served as a full frontal reminder of the cause, as his penis was pointing upwards at full attention! His achingly hard, very sensitive, three-inch penis. Not only was he the shortest man in town, he had the smallest dick by far. It was no mystery why his own hand had been his only means of relief!
 
Janet floated him all the way to the car, where she dropped him down in his seat before getting behind the wheel. Her floating power released him, and he felt his weight settle into the cushion, but her Phantom Hand maintained its grip on his cock. Not stroking him, just holding it, and keeping him so hard it almost hurt!
 
The tall, curvy blond wasted no time, taking the shortest route; Naomi Dorris lived closer to the town’s outskirts, her parents owning a rather large plot of land from absorbing two other disused properties into theirs. The whole area was even walled off by a fancy stonework patrician. To the left of the house, a double row of young apple trees appeared recently planted, while the extra space on the right seemed solely dedicated to the previous owner’s pool.
 
Dylan had seen parts of the property in Naomi’s photos, but hadn’t realized how large the estate actually was! While his own family was well enough off, it only further emphasized his relative smallness to the girl he’d been yearning to touch all this time.
 
Amy Dorris was coming out to greet them before Janet had even parked, no doubt sensing his cock’s high-pitched psychic ringing as it approached from miles off! The tall, fit, redheaded woman greeted Janet with a big grin as she got out of the car. Dylan gulped and hesitated, almost trying to shrink down into his seat. But Janet didn’t give him even a moment, coming around and yanking the car door open, and using her Phantom Hand to yank him out of the car by his cock. Dylan yelped and stumbled outwards, and Janet caught him with another Float Spell before he could fall on his face, setting him on his feet in front of his new employer.
 
“Goodness!” chuckled Amy, giving the short, skinny boy a once over. Her gaze settled on his tiny, painfully hard pecker. “So much tension in such a, uh, delicate body! You poor thing!”
 
Dylan went beet red with shame, but his cock continued to throb despite the humiliation.
 
“I may have primed him up a bit higher than necessary,” Janet admitted.
 
“It happens!” said Amy with a laugh. “Guys’ Energy just feels so good, it’s easy to forget to set a timer! Of course, a boy with his, ah, stature, tends to be easier to wind up!”
 
“He might not be a big boy, but he is an adult,” said Janet, smirking. “You don’t have to sugar coat it.”
 
Amy grinned. “Sometimes it’s more fun to use innuendo!” She clapped her hands together. “ Anyway! Let’s lay out the terms!” She looked to Dylan. “I’m not going to hold you to exact hours, but I expect you to be ready to serve in the late afternoon, going into the evening. So around four o’clock would be ideal. If the girls decide to give you a breather, you are welcome to help yourself to what’s in the kitchen, or use the television. I have also set up a room for you to stay in.”
 
Dylan’s eyes went wide. “Wait, so I’ll be staying here?”
 
Janet also cocked a curious eyebrow at her, but Amy waved him off. “Oh, you won’t be living here, no. Not that your mother would probably mind, I’m sure.” She grinned at Janet, who returned a bemused smirk. “But these Tease Sessions can go on a while once the girls get into it, and might not end until late at night. I wouldn’t dream of sending you off at 3 am with those poor balls so blue! Who knows what sort of ladies of the night you might get into trouble with?”
 
The two women laughed and shared a wink while Dylan wasn’t looking.
 
“So on those nights, you can sleep over. However, the girls all have things to do during the day anyway, so if practice wraps up before bed time, I’ll send you back home.” She glanced to Janet. “Unless your mother might like a weekend alone with your father, I don’t mind putting you up.”
 
“I’ll let you know,” said Janet, sharing a knowing look with the other woman.
 
“Either way, even on your off-time, I can’t promise the girls won’t give you a little long-range zap throughout the day if they need to bleed off a little power tension.”
 
“H-how many days will I need to come over?”
 
“The first two weeks, I want you here every day. Third week I will give you a day off, and depending on the progress, I’ll give you a second day off by week four or five.”
 
Dylan looked at her with dread. “E-every day?!” He looked in a panic towards his step-mother. “I-I won’t make it!”
 
“Tell you what,” said Amy. “I’ll raise it to $300 a week for the first month.”
 
Dylan kept looking helplessly at Janet, who returned a flat look. “Dylan, most Test Boys don’t get paid at all.”
 
“B-but—!” Dylan cringed as his cock surged between his legs, quivering with the excess tension as Janet psychically pushed his erection to its absolute limits!
 
Amy sighed in a little show of sympathy. “Fine, fine. Seven days this week I must insist on, then I’ll give you two days off for the following weeks. Will that suffice?”
 
Dylan glanced between the two women, feeling like he was going to pass out from every possible drop of blood cramming itself into his cock! Finally, he swallowed hard, and stuttered out an. “O-okay.”
 
“She’s being awfully accommodating, Dylan, I think she deserves a little better than an okay,” chided Janet.
 
“Th-thank you, Mrs. Dorris!” he squeaked. Only then Janet take slackened her power, and his cock returned to being only unbearably stiff.
 
“Don’t mention it!” said Amy. “I can see your mother is giving me my money’s worth!” The two women laughed. “Speaking of, send me your Paypal, I’ll wire you the money there.”
 
Dylan looked at them helplessly. “Wait, I don’t get the money?”
 
Janet rolled her eyes as she pulled out her phone. “I will transfer it into your account, don’t worry. You know boys’ money has to go through a female guardian.”
 
Once the transaction was set up, Janet smiled down at her step-son, and ruffled his hair teasingly. “Don’t worry, Dylan, they aren’t going to kill you. Just consider this a way to train up your own toughness.”
 
Dylan could only blush in embarrassment, causing both women to laugh again. “Alright, well, text me when he’s ready,” said Janet. “Or if he’s staying over.”
 
“Will do!” said Amy. “Thanks again!”
 
Dylan felt his dread rise as his step-mother drove off. Not that there had been any real chance she would have called this job off, but now it was a official. He’d been committed to being some teen girl’s tease and denial guinea pig!
 
“Come along, Dylan, I’ll show you around a bit. Naomi should be here soon, but no need to dawdle in the yard!” She turned, and Dylan felt a psychic thread loop around the base of his balls, giving him a firm tug. The tug repeated with every step, pulling him forward, forcing him to keep up with the tall woman’s long strides. As he stumbled behind her, Amy lead him through a quick tour of her house’s first floor.
 
Every room was very nicely furnished, with expensive décor adding to the upper-class ambiance. Dylan felt even more put in his place, the difference in class very stark. He half-expected a maid or butler to appear, but it didn’t seem like they had any other servants at hand. Dylan couldn’t help but feel that even if he’d been a handsome chad with a rail gun cock, he’d still be beneath Naomi’s notice.
 
“Something wrong, Dylan?” said Amy, sensing a bit of his non-sexual apprehension lightly hazing his erotic thoughts.
 
“Um, you have a very, uh, nice place,” he said.
 
Amy smiled. “Why thank you!” She shrugged. “Don’t let it intimidate you. We’re not that rich. We just made a lot of good investments!” She chuckled.
 
She showed him the basement as well, which held an open finished area with a small bar. The rooms branching off from it were all storage areas, save one, a small, windowless room bereft of everything but a twin sized bed. “This will be your crash pad,” she said. “You’ll forgive the sparse accommodations, I hope, but it’s not like you’ll need a place to stash clothes or anything, and Naomi’s friends will be using the guest bedrooms if practice runs late.”
 
“No, its fine,” he said meekly.
 
She grinned. “I know you were probably hoping you’d be sharing a bed with the girls on those nights! Or at least staying in the same bedroom. They might get the idea to stick you to the wall and let their Spells go all night long, so they can use your Energy for a blissful sleep!”
 
Dylan gave her a wary look, even as his cock twitched at the idea! “W-will they really do stuff like that?”
 
“We’ll see how it plays out,” she said with a mirthful smile. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, getting to spend the night in the same room as your crush!”
 
He flushed crimson. “I, uh… I-I’m sorry I, uh…”
 
She gave a little chuckle. “Relax. A lot of guys jerk off to my daughter’s Instagram. Why do you think she dresses so slutty in those pics?”
 
Dylan opened his mouth to say more, only to give a small gasp. His already steely-hard cock surged between his legs, as if all the blood were rushing to it at once! He let out a shuddering breath and tried to clutch at himself. The Anti-Masturbation Spell wouldn’t let him, however, locking his hands in place within a few inches of his torturously hard organ! His cock couldn’t possibly get any harder, but the pressure of arousal kept welling up inside him! If it wasn’t for his Orgasm Block, he might have shot off even without any stimulation!
 
“Whew, that must be Naomi and her friends!” Amy said, looking towards the ceiling. “They just let their Arousal Aura’s loose when they get home. Let’s go greet them before your dick explodes right off your body!”
 
And with that, Amy turned and headed up towards the living room. Without missing a beat, she tugged the psychic leash around his balls, not allowing him to hesitate for even a moment! Dylan let out a soft yelp as his delicate parts were tugged forward, and he had no choice but to follow!
 
 
THREE
“Moooom! I’m home!” came the sing song voice of Naomi Dorris. Dylan’s heart thudded in his chest as the girl of his lustful dreams drew closer and closer! And with every second, his cock, already feeling like it was going to shoot off him like a rocket, throbbed harder! Or at least it felt like it; even without being able to physically get stiffer, his erotic tension could still keep growing!
 
“Jesus Christ, Mom, who do you have in there? His cock is screaming like an angry baby!”
 
And then she was coming around the corner, and Dylan felt his heart skip a beat. Naomi stopped short, and blinked in surprise. She had no doubt been expecting some strapping Chad with a rail-gun cock, from how intense his signals must have been. Instead, she found a short, reedy boy with the smallest penis she had ever seen, trembling like a scared puppy in her living room!
 
“Who’s this?” she said, motioning to him. Dylan whimpered as he felt a flex of mystic power around his cock. She was making no effort at all to reign in her Arousal Aura, and her uncontrolled Magic shifted with her every gesture.
 
“This, Naomi, is Dylan. Your Test Boy. Dylan, I’d say you are very familiar with my daughter.”
 
Naomi cocked an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Are you serious?”
 
“The pickings are surprisingly slim in this town,” she said. “Not too many boys are eager to let themselves be teased blind and brainless for months straight. Plus, you were saying they’re all taken.”
 
Naomi sighed. “Yeah, but… come on, Mom! There’s barely anything to practice on!”
 
Amy chuckled as Dylan just wanted to shrivel up and die on the spot! “Oh, hush! The Magic doesn’t care about his size! If anything, his signals should be more focused and easier to concentrate on!”
 
“Jesus, who is that?” came another young female voice. A shorter blond with a long ponytail entered the room, followed by a tall brunette. Dylan gulped. They were Sandy and Tanya, girls almost as hot as Naomi, with large Instagram followings of their own, and they frequently appeared together in each other’s photos. Dylan had jacked off to their group pics on a number of occasions!
 
“Oh my God!” gasped Tanya, the brunette, putting a hand to her mouth. “I can’t fucking believe it!” She looked to Amy. “Did you cast a shrink spell on him?!”
 
Amy burst out laughing as Dylan cringed, and swayed on his feet. He was so overheated, so fucking hard, he thought he was going to pass out!
 
“No, girls, he’s all natural!” Then she laughed again at the unintended pun. Fanning herself off, she said, “Okay, you three might want to get your Aura’s under control, before his dick shoots right off his body!”
 
Sandy, the blond, snickered. “That would be a pretty cool trick, not gunna lie!”
 
“Yes, well, let’s teach you girls some of the basics before we learn the Castration Spells!” said Amy.
 
Dylan jerked back, staring up at her in terror. For just the slightest moment, the tension in his cock went down from the spike of fear; but not enough to actually make it shrink, and only for a moment! The four girls burst out laughing, and Dylan let out a painful groan as the three untrained girl’s Aura’s rippled against his body with cock-crushing waves of pure erotic force!
 
“I’m kidding!” said Amy, clutching her stomach, and reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder. “I’m kidding! Good grief!”
 
With an effort, the girls composed themselves, and made an effort to reign their Magic in. They didn’t fully manage it, but it was enough that Dylan felt a tangible relief from the pressure. Emotionally wrung out and physically shaken, the small young man dropped to his knees, huffing for breath.
 
“Jeez, we might have to go one at a time at this poor schmuck,” said Naomi. “Just look at him!”
 
“Aw, we can be gentle,” said Sandy, grinning. “If we feel like it!”
 
“Pffft, have you look in his head yet?” said Tanya, sneering. “The number of times he’s nut to our pictures already? I’d say he owes us a few years of practice!”
 
“I’m sorry!” choked out Dylan. “I’m so sorry!”
 
“Sorry for what?” said Naomi, one hand on her hip as she gazed down at him with an amused smile. “We know what guys want to do with our pictures. You’re just one of the lucky ones who was allowed to.”
 
“Was being the operative word!” said Tanya. “Look at his hands! He wants to grab himself right now, but he can’t!”
 
The other two noticed his hands were tightly gripping his thighs, a tell-tale sign that their penis was magically off-limits!
 
Sandy shook her head and tutted in sympathy, even though she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. “God, it must be awful being a boy! Any girl can just take away your touches and cummies, and you can’t do anything about it!”
 
“It wouldn’t be so bad for them if guys weren’t such perverts,” chided Tanya. “All they can think about is sex and getting off!”
 
“Well, you know, that’s kind of what they’re built for,” said Sandy. “To fuck as much as they can and just spray their seed everywhere! You can’t really blame them for needing it when they’re designed to need it.”
 
Tanya made a small scowl. “Yeah, well even still. Can’t they control in at least a little bit?”
 
Sandy shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know what it was like before Sex Magic, but with all the Tease Spells and Denial Conditions they have to deal with, I’m amazed they can do literally anything else but obsess over sex! Hell, I’m a girl, and these powers are driving me kinda nuts!”
 
Tanya smirked. “Yeah. My brother has to jerk it like twice a day at least just to keep his head straight. Mom’s punished him a couple times by taking away his touches for just a week, and it drove him absolutely bonkers!”
 
“Hee-hee, I can just imagine that dweeb tossing and turning in bed unable to deal with his boner!”
 
“I don’t have to imagine it, I’ve had to sense it! It’s so irritating!”
 
“You say that, but I bet you’ve jilled off at night while soaking in his Energy!”
 
Tanya blushed slightly, but didn’t have a retort!
 
“Ha! I knew it! You sicko!”
 
Dylan could only whimper as he looked helplessly up at the girls, so casually discussing men’s absolute powerlessness over their own bodies! Just one of them, with a thought, could put him through Sex Magic Hell, even with wild and sloppily cast Spells! Their unrestrained Aura’s alone were too much for him!
 
“Well, our boy here was clearly only allowed to so much out of pity,” said Naomi, shaking her head. “I mean, good grief, I’m staring right at it, and I still can’t believe it!”
 
“Seriously, you should get a girl who can size-change things to give you a little enhancement! No girl is ever going let to a dick that small pop off!”
 
“We sure as Hell aren’t!” said Tanya, and they all laughed again.
 
Dylan’s shame still couldn’t overpower his sheer arousal, and even though he knew he was only so hard because of their Magic, a small part of him wondered if he actually enjoyed being belittled like this. After all, in his jerk-off fantasies, the girls had always been in charge, sitting on his face, riding his cock cowgirl style, pinning him down as they sucked him.
 
Oh, God… what if… what if he found out he actually liked being a Test Boy? There was no way he could stand it! And yet… Naomi… to be in Naomi’s power… fuck! He was getting confused! He desired her, wanted her, needed to feel her! But how much at that was real, and how much of it was the Magic amplifying his desires beyond reason in her presence? He had been scared to come here, even though he had jacked off to her more than any other woman, but now, even her mockery was making him swoon!
 
“Aw!” said Sandy, smiling sweetly. “Look at that! He honestly, genuinely likes you!”
 
“You’re going to break his heart, poor thing!” said Tanya.
 
Naomi chuckled. “Let’s break his cock first.” She reached out with her hand and curled her fingers to grip the air in front of her. She focused her gaze on his penis as she did it. Dylan flinched as he felt the lightest grasp on his tiny organ.
 
The redheaded young woman frowned a bit, cocking her head to side as she concentrated a bit more, squeezing her grip a little tighter. The Magic grasp translated to how she picture it in her head; previous cocks she had gripped filled her hand, and had extra length to spare. If she had been gripping his cock directly, she could have closed her fist and covered his small organ completely. Instead, her Phantom Hand gripped him as though he was much larger, translating to a tinier hand grasping his tiny penis.
 
She made a few tentative strokes in the air, and Dylan moaned as his hyper-charged, sensitive cock jerked in time to the strokes. His breath came hot and heavy, and even with what felt like a light, loose handjob, his desperate body pre-maturely fired! He bucked and the motion made him fall back. He whimpered as he squirmed on the ground, trying to cum, as Naomi just kept studiously stroking him. The Lust Energy coming off him was too distracting though, and Naomi felt her whole body warm up with the happy psychic emanations. Men’s sexual torment was truly a magical bliss for women!
 
It felt good, but the rush of Energy while she’d been trying to concentrate on spell Casting caught her off guard, and she shivered with a lustful gasp. Her grip loosened, and the Phantom Hand broke apart, giving the boy an unintended, but blessed, break. He trembled as he looked up at her, feeling very much like a mouse cornered by a playful cat. Naomi let out a grin, and said, “Whew, this is a bit tricky!”
 
Sandy stepped up next to her. “Yeah, you read all about it before hand, but you really, really don’t get it until the Magic actually kicks in. I’ve been studying my neighbor’s energy flow while his wife’s been teasing him, though. Let’s see…” She dialed her senses onto the boy’s cock, her psychic feelers seeking out and tracing along the ethereal web of energy lines which defined a man’s sexual essence. She raised her own hand and tried a Phantom Hand Spell of her own. Dylan jumped as he felt a slightly firmer grip, one that was more realistic, a soft female grip enveloping his whole member.
 
Tanya stepped up next to her, she and Naomi watching Sandy work. She tried to trace the network of lines as well, though for her, it seemed a bit more like a three-dimensional circuit-board than the nervous system or spider-web other girls described. “Man, it’s still so weird to see… er… sense.” She made a little lopsided grin. “We really need to come up with a new word that’s, like, the Sex Magic equivalent of ‘seeing’ and ‘hearing’.”
 
“They kept trying, and people just made dumb memes about it,” said Naomi. “Sensing it’s good enough.”
 
“You say so—OH!” Sandy lost her grip as Dylan edged again, his Energy shoot right into her. Her hand went to her crotch as she felt her panties soak beneath her skirt. “Whew! Maybe we should, uh, change into something, uh…” She glanced up to Amy.
 
The other, older redhead smirked. “I don’t mind you girls getting naked, if you like, but you probably don’t want to spoil your Boy too much on the first day!” She winked at Dylan, and suddenly, his eyes shut, and stayed shut! He shook his head as he tried to get them open again, but they were mystically sealed! The perfect blindfold!
 
“H-hey!” he said, his voice more of a whine that he would have hoped. “That’s not fair!”
 
The four women laughed and Dylan let out a choked gasp as the girl’s Aura briefly flared up again. Amy winked at him again, and this time, his lips were sealed shut, and his jaw locked closed. “Fair isn’t part of the Magic’s vocabulary! Now shush! You’re a Test Boy now, and a Test Boy is meant to be teased and not heard!” She paused, than laughed. “Well, at the very least, not to speak until spoken to! Feel free to moan and squeal all you like!”
 
Naomi hesitated, feeling the briefest pang of self-consciousness around her mother. Thanks to Sex Magic, Amy barely looked older than her own daughter, and while Naomi knew she was one of the hottest young women in town, she still knew her mother was higher on that list.
 
Amy noticed the shy glance her daughter gave her and smiled. “I’ll give you girls some privacy, if you’d rather this pervy old lady not stick around and creep on you.”
 
“N-no, it’s okay, Mom,” said Naomi. Boldly, she started to strip off, and her friends, who had no qualms over it, followed suit. They’d only been wearing blouses and short skirts, and so were fully naked in just a couple seconds.
 
Amy opted to stay clothed, realizing her daughter’s intimidation. She shifted her stance to a more teacherly air, and cleared her throat. “Well, girls, there’s no pressure. I can leave you three to have a couple hours of experimental fun, to see how much stuff you can figure out on your own. Or if you would like some pointers, I can stick around and you can ask me anything.”
 
“Maybe…” said Tanya as she leaned down a bit, and held her finger and thumb out as though she were holding a cock between the tips. She made a slow steady stroke as she narrowed her eyes at Dylan’s straining little rod. The boy whimpered as his cock jumped and flexed, but Tanya was having a hard time locating his sweet spot, to press the thumb of her Phantom Hand against. The overly sensitive boy still wriggled and mewed as he edged again.
 
“Jeez, he’s on such a hair trigger!” said Sandy, as Tanya pulled back and shivered, gripping her thigh with her other hand. All three girl’s pussies were already moist, and they could feel the Magic simmering under their skin, all over their bodies.
 
“Okay,” said Amy. “Let me show you a bit of an easier trick to start. Watch the lines carefully now…”
 
 
FOUR
Three hours later, Dylan was a shaking, whimpering, tearful wreck. He’d started thrashing around so much, Amy had had to pin him spread eagle to the floor with Binding Spells. His genitals were in such sensual pain, he couldn’t even think straight. The girls, meanwhile, were flushed, sweating messes. Dylan was bathing the whole room with so much Lust Energy, the girls were completely tipsy from the psychic euphoria it caused. More than once, they had had to stop to masturbate, their bodies overheated with arousal, and as they feverishly played with themselves, their Auras radiated freely, cooking Dylan’s poor defenseless body with the full force of raw female Magic! Amy even had to pull Tanya and Sandy apart before they started making out! The Lesbian Amplification Aura would have absolutely fried the poor boy into a cock-torture coma!
 
By the end, though, the girls had gotten a very good grasp on the Phantom Handjob Spell! Naomi could already layer three separate Hands at a time, each working at a different rhythm, before her concentration broke down, though she still hadn’t quite managed to mix slick and dry versions together yet. Meanwhile, Tanya could get two going, but they kept synching up after a few seconds. Sandy, on the other hand, could still only manage one Hand, but she could shift the grip, friction, speed, and pressure instantly.
 
All very good starts! But three hours was more than enough for the raw, sensitive girls, and she decided to call it an early evening. Collecting their clothes, the young women went to go shower, while Amy floated the nearly-unconscious Dylan out to her car. She’d be nice today, and give him a ride home.
 
She zapped his cock a couple times as they pulled out of the drive way, and Dylan jolted awake, finally able to open his eyes and mouth again. “OOoooooh, fuuuck,” he moaned in male pain, trying to clutch at his crotch, and only able to get close enough to grip his thighs. He stared warily at his cock, still dark red with pressure, and throbbing as hard as before!
 
“Good morning, Dylan!” said Amy in a chipper voice.
 
Dylan jumped and looked around in a panic, before he realized she was joking. She laughed as he slumped back in his seat. “That’s not funny!”
 
“Sure it is! Come on, that wasn’t so bad for a first night, was it?”
 
He swallowed hard. “Th-that’s not going to be every night, is it?”
 
Amy shook her head. “Oh, no, no, not at all.” She paused and saw Dylan relax a bit with relief before adding, “It’ll be a lot worse!” She laughed again as Dylan gave her a helpless, pained look.
 
“Mrs. Dorris! I can’t do this all summer! Please, I know you’re willing to pay me well, but I just can’t! I won’t make it!”
 
“I don’t think your step-mother would appreciate you reneging on the job on the first day!” she said. “Besides, I already paid for you for the whole month up front.”
 
“Th-then I’ll do the month, but that’s it! Please, it hurts, I can’t take it!”
 
Amy sighed, then reached over and wiggled her fingers over his penis. Dylan yelped, but after a moment, he felt a soothing warmth envelop him. The overt physical pain in his penis and testicles faded, leaving only the psychological ache of the unbearable need for release.
 
“Sorry,” she said. “I’ll try to make it less painful next time. But if it’s any consolation, I think the girls have already got the Handjob Spells down! That shows good progress!”
 
Dylan, still breathing heavy, gave her a confused look. “Well, if they’re learning that quickly, you shouldn’t even need me for a month, right?”
 
“Spells are easy to learn, for the most part. The Magic is very intuitive. But it’s not just Spells that young Mages need to practice. It’s adapting to the Magic and the Energy itself.”
 
Dylan’s brow furrowed, not getting the difference.
 
“They’ll probably have the basics mastered by the end of the week. Even the more complex stuff, they’ll have enough of a grasp by the end of two weeks to manage the rest on their own. But even with that in mind, their Magic will still be boiling over inside them, and they’ll still be very sensitive to men’s signals. It’s a good thing they work in an all-female job, otherwise, they’d be going nuts, and driving everyone else nuts.” She grinned. “Of course, they do have a couple Generator Boys at their work to give the staff extra Energy. But they’re there to work, not borrow the company equipment!”
 
Dylan wasn’t amused. With the way his life was going, he imagined he was destined to end up as one of those Office Boys, or some equally degrading Lust Energy Generator job as his highest career prospect. “Test Boy” was going to end up being his internship credentials!
 
“Anyway,” Amy continued, “A lot of it is releasing their own sort of tension. A fresh Sex Mage builds up Spell Power somewhat erratically, but continuously, and they have to fire off the excess. That’s why young Mages are just so horny, and so eager to toss around their Spells. They have to get it out of them. Not unlike boys and their blue balls.” She grinned at the irony. “But they can’t just fire the Spells willy-nilly into the air and hope they dissipate. They need to cast them at a cock, and feel that Energy feedback, so their body can adapt to and regulate the Energy flow. Only by doing this regularly for a little while does the Magic finally settle in a girl and fully synchronize to her personal sexual essence.”
 
She winked. “So, even if they become experts in everything by the end of the first month, I’m still going to need you around for them to keep practicing on, and use as a stress relief doll for their mystical needs. And they do need the practice, because they aren’t going to be able to handle going back to college until they can keep their Aura’s reigned in, and can block out men’s signals, without having to consciously concentrate to do so. Understand?”
 
He frowned, but nodded. “I just don’t get why, if they’re going to be teasing the shit out of me for hours every day, I can’t get to cum at all! Even if they let me shoot every day, they’d just build me back up by the next!”
 
Amy chuckled. “You boys just don’t understand how the Energy works. But that’s okay. You don’t need to understand it. You just need to provide it!” She glanced around, and said, “Speaking of…” She pulled over and parked the car on the side of the road, and it was only then that Dylon realized she had taken them out onto the one of the country lanes leading to the town’s outskirts. Right now, they were parked alongside a long stretch of the forest that dominated the north border of the town.
 
He looked at her anxiously. “Wh-what’s going on? I thought you were taking me home!”
 
“I will,” she said. “Soon.” She stepped out of the car, and opened Dylan’s side. Without even giving him a chance to step out, she motioned with her hand, and he was floated out of his seat, his magically weightless body pulled along by another psychic leash around his cock. At the same time, Amy floated her own body into the air, and flew the two of them dozens of yards into the trees. Eventually, they came to a tiny clearing, far enough that in the evening light, the helpless boy couldn’t see the road through the trees anymore.
 
Dylan looked around in a panic. “Wh-what’s going on?!”
 
“I didn’t want to do this while they girls were still at home,” she said. “Your Energy’s got them all loopy as it is! Plus, knowing her friends, they’re going to be all handsy with each other in the shower, and that’d nearly put you under!”
 
Dylan swallowed hard as she brought them to a stop in the center of the clearing, and turned to face him. She smiled warmly. “Mmm… but speaking of Energy… fuck, yours is so intense right now, I can’t help myself!”
 
Dylan’s eyes widened. “Wh-what are you going to do to me?”
 
“For all the Spells you’ve felt, you’ve never actually been inside a woman, have you?”
 
“I, uh, I—”
 
“I know I’m not my daughter.” She slowly slid off her sun dress.  “But I like to think I’d be a suitable substitute.” She grinned salaciously as she watched his cock surge back to a runaway intensity!
 
“M-Mrs. Dorris!” he gasped, clutching his thighs as he stared at a woman even more gorgeous than his crush, feeling his whole body throb in the Aura of an experienced Sex Mage!
 
“Please,” she said. “Call me Amy.” With a flick of her finger, and Dylan found himself pulled spread-eagle in the air, and felt his back rest against an invisible force, soft but firm, like a Phantom Bed had appeared beneath him. Amy floated over him, savoring his helpless form for another moment, before dropping down and straddling him. She held her pussy a bare inch above his organ as she leaned down and lightly caressed his cheek. He could feel the heat emanating from her, the Sex Magical power radiating from her organ. His eyes rolled back and his jaw gaped as he let out a choked cry.
 
“It’s been a while since I’ve taken a man as pent up as you,” she said. “A little side benefit to helping my daughter and her friends learn their powers. It gives me a nice little side toy to play with!” She leaned into him and cooed into his ear. “Don’t worry. I’ll give you a little bonus for this, too.” She dropped down and took him inside, all three tortured inches.
 
His world went white. Despite his small size, the sheer Lust Energy pouring off him lit up her nerves in a way even a ten-incher on a satisfied stud couldn’t! She just had to limit the range of motion more than she was used to, but every rock of her hips brought out a sensual cry from her trembling body! Any woman who tuned their senses in would have “seen” the Magic crackle around her body as the helpless boys overcharged Lust filled her every cell with sensual pleasure, electric heat quickly throwing her into a heady bliss! She seemed to skip past the build-up, and slide right into the orgasm state, staying in a continuous climax as every thrust of her hips wrung another surge of pleasure through her body!
 
And Dylan, poor Dylan, was boiled alive in a mystical maelstrom of pleasure he could scarcely comprehend! He wasn’t even fully conscious for most of it, he just felt a pleasure so intense it teetered on pain, and a horrible need for release that he could never reach!
 
And then suddenly, he was jerking awake in his bed, back at home. The clock informed him that it was almost noon. His cock stubbornly made its presence known, and he winced as he got to his feet, his organ bobbing desperately ahead of him. As he came out into the kitchen, not even bothering to get dressed, he saw his step-mother preparing a quick lunch.
 
Janet gave him a mildly bemused look. “Thought I was going to have to wake you up! How was your first shift? You were a complete wreck when Amy dropped you off.”
 
Dylan’s jaw worked. Tears welled up in his eyes. “Sh-she… she…!”
 
“You better thank her when you go back today. Most women wouldn’t be so generous, even for a paid gig.”
 
Dylan gawked at her. “Thank her?! After what she did?!”
 
Janet paused and quirked an eyebrow at him. She glanced downwards at his cock, which was still standing up tall. A little taller than usual, in fact. She grinned. “Guess you didn’t get a look in the mirror this morning, huh?”
 
Dylan just looked at her confused. Janet reached over and pulled a ruler out of the kitchen’s tool drawer, then tossed it to him. He just looked at it, then at her, even more confused. Janet rolled her eyes and pointed at his crotch. He looked down. He blinked. He blinked again. He glanced at the ruler, then hesitantly placed it alongside his steely-stiff organ.
 
Six-inches. Dylan gawked at himself, before looking up at his step-mother in shock. “She’s not even an Archmage, you know. Takes a really strong dose of Energy for a normal Sex Mage to power a Morph Spell. I mean, it’s certainly easier to modify the penis than any other part, but still.”
 
“Oh my god,” he said.
 
“She told me to tell you that if you’re a good little Toy this summer, she’ll let you keep those inches when your job’s done. She might even give you a few more, if you’re really helpful. Now, aren’t you glad I convinced you to sign up?”
 
He wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about being used and abused without relief for the next three months. But when it was done, this extra bonus might finally open up his options with the other women in town. In a Sex Mage World, a guy like him had to take every opportunity he could get.
 
“Yeah,” he said, not as reluctantly as he expected.
 
END