The Bench

Phil had given up struggling against his bonds. There was no breaking the women’s magical restraints, and even if he somehow could break them, it’s not like he could go anywhere to hide. In a world of Sex Mages, and especially in a small town like this, he’d be lucky to get a block before a woman would catch him and “put him back where he belonged.”

Where he belonged right now was sitting on the recently constructed wooden bench that circled the garden and fountain centerpiece of the town square. He, and a few other men dispersed among the bench, sat with their arms pinned over the backs of the bench, their feet planted firmly on the ground, with their legs spread wide. They were all nude, and frozen in place, the only movements they could make being to blink, breathe, and twitch their rock hard cocks. These were the modern day “stocks,” and had become the primary means of punishment for male criminals since the town had become part of a new Queendom.

Men who were punished this way were pinned for days to the benches with magic, their genitals free game for any woman who wished to tease them mercilessly, without relief. On the plus side, the magic’s healing side effects kept the men from getting hurt; they suffered neither sunburn nor chill nor hunger while they were pinned, and despite not moving for hours on end, their muscles didn’t cramp, nor did they suffer sores.

However, such pains would have been nothing compared to the agony of teasing they received. The sheer sexual tension drove the men to the brink of insanity, their penises and testicles aching with extreme need, even as the women of the town visited pleasures upon them so frequently and intensely that the pleasure itself became a sort of pain, magnified by the refusal to allow the men to cum.

This was Phil’s first turn on the stocks. He’d been skimming money from the registers at the store he worked at, careful to avoid any security cameras while he did so. Stupidly, he’d thought he’d get away with it, because his intentions and actions weren’t in the least bit sexual, thus women weren’t going to detect his thoughts on the matter. He’d always heard a woman could only read the sexual thoughts and memories of a man. Apparently, that was only to start with. A woman who’d been in enough sexual contact with a man could go deeper. So when his ex-girlfriend appeared at his store and took a peek in his mind, he’d been found out instantly. Ever ready for payback, she’d reported him immediately.

And so, here he was on the stocks. He’d only been there for a day, and he was already ready to cut his penis and testicles off with a rusty spoon if it meant never having to experience this kind of punishment again. He was so horny, so agonized by the need for relief, he was all but delirious with lust-fever. And not a single woman who passed him by gave him even a hint of pity, even as fresh new sensations tenderly assaulted his genitals and libido, lovingly brutalizing him the way only a woman could.

“So stupid,” he heard a woman say. His attention drew towards his right, where a few feet away, another man was pinned down. He couldn’t quite make out who it was, as he couldn’t turn his head to look. But he could see the two women, dressed in business suits and standing with their arms crossed, clucking their tongues at the other man. From the way he was slouched, Phil could just barely see the man’s penis, beet red with tension, quivering between his legs like a vibrator. The women laughed at his suffering. “You’d think these boys would realize at some point how powerless they are. But some men just never quite believe what we can do to them. Isn’t that right, Frank?”

Frank… Frank… he’d heard something about him in the paper. Frank had tried to force himself on a woman he’d thought didn’t have her powers yet. Absolutely desperate from months without relief. Now, they were saying he’d be fixed with a permanent orgasm block, even after a week on the Bench. Phil felt a sympathetic pang of dread for the man. Of course, he shouldn’t have forced himself on the woman. But then again, the things women did to them, driving men out of their minds with lust whether they deserved it or not…

Phil blinked as he saw the women snap their gaze towards him, sensing his thoughts. One of them smirked, and sauntered over to him, while the other stayed focused on Frank. The woman, dressed in light grey business attire, appraised Phil, and smirked as she saw his penis throbbing. “So, what did you do to be here, hmm?” Brazenly, she grabbed his penis, and gazed into his eyes. She could feel her mind rooting through his thoughts. “Robbery, huh? And you thought you’d get away with it because it didn’t have anything to do with your cock?” She pulled her hand back and watched his cock jerk in a futile attempt to cum, just from her brief touch. “Silly boy. Your cock is all you are.”

A muffled cry suddenly sounded, and Phil glanced back over to Frank. He was flushed and sweating, and his penis looked even harder and darker than before, if it was possible. It was also literally vibrating now, actually causing a low buzzing sound. The woman standing before him had a wicked grin on her face. Frank was mewling pitifully, his tormentor visiting maddening sensations upon his genitals without even bothering to touch him.

“Hey. Cock.” Phil glanced back to the woman standing in front of him. “What’s the most humiliating thing a woman has ever done to you?”

Phil tried desperately not to think of it, but of course, it was fruitless. Tell someone not to think of pink elephants, what’s the first thing that will flash into their minds? And so, Phil blushed as he remembered a time at a college party, when his then girlfriend, drunk on booze and her newly awakened Sex Magic, had made him strip naked and get on all fours in front of everybody. She and her sorority sisters had made a game of blind “pin the shoe on the ass.” The girls, drunk and stumbling, had tried taking a five inch heel and burying it in his asshole. His girlfriend had managed it, and she had worked it in just right that he had almost orgasmed right there.

Of course, he’d been orgasmed blocked, but every woman sensed his edging, and roared with laughter, taking pictures as he thrashed and cried at edge of release, his girlfriend freezing him in place with her magic as she slowly worked the heel in and out, twisting it to probe his prostate. The next day, he’d broken up with her, and pictures of him getting buttfucked with a shoe had been plastered over his FapReport page.

He had been just one of a dozen men played with at the party that way, but that had remained the most embarrassing moment of his life. The woman before him giggled as she read his thoughts. “Oh, my,” she said. “You poor thing. Well. I’ll make this feel gentle then.” She winked and Phil’s eyes went wide as he felt that hauntingly familiar sensation of a hard heel penetrating his sphincter, the edges lightly scratching along his walls, before rocking slowly back and forth.

Oh, God, why were women given this power? To just, with a mere thought, send a man spiraling into an utter hell of inhuman ecstasy without release? The woman laughed and leaned forward, her lips and breath tickling his ear in a way that made him swoon, even despite the torment she was visiting upon him. “Because, sweetie,” she said, huskily. “It’s what you men deserve. You were meant to be tortured by us women. It’s what you were built for. The Goddess wouldn’t have given you penises if she didn’t intend for us women to play with and tease them.”

She then laughed again and stood tall, giving him another wink, before walking back over to her friend and Frank, leaving Phil to stew in the sensations assaulting his ass. And poor Frank all but bellowed as the other woman rejoined in the fun, doing something to Frank that Phil couldn’t even imagine. But he had his own torment to worry about now, and all he could do was squeeze his eyes shut and try not to cry from the frustration and humiliation.

The sensations lasted a few more hours, sending him into a heady haze, even as other random licks and strokes and feather swipes and squeezes assaulting his genitals over and over. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet by this point, staining the wood of the bench. He occasionally came out of his stupor as a few more people came up to play with him in person. At one point, two girls he vaguely recognized as new hires at his store, sat on either side of him. They were not quite old enough to have Sex Magic of their own, but compensated by bringing feathers to idly tease him with while they chatted about teenager nonsense.

At some point, they left, and some other young girl was there, holding his cock between her ample breasts, staring at his face with wide, curious eyes. Energy was flowing from her skin into him, supercharging his cock. She would occasionally lean her head down and lick a drop of pre-cum from his tip, but he was already steadily leaking over her breasts. A younger woman, perhaps only just gaining her Magic, and curious to try it out, studying her effects on him. He lost track of time, but it was getting dark by the time she left.

As people went home for the night, the teasing relented, until he could get his wits about himself. He and the other men sat in the dark, still unmoving. Phil wondered if they would finally be granted a reprieve, be allowed to sleep and rest before the teasing torment picked up again the in morning.

No such luck. Less than hour after the shops around the town square closed, and the pedestrian traffic dried up, the street lights went out, dousing the men in nothing by starlight. And then, they could hear footsteps approaching.

Phil’s heartbeat quickened as he saw the silhouettes of women approaching. One in particular came towards him, and though it was hard to tell with only starlight to light the area, he realized she was naked.

Even as she came right up to him, he couldn’t see her face in the darkness. He could, however, feel her warmth, her soft but firm skin as she brushed against him. She climbed onto his helpless body, sitting on his lap. He could feel the wet heat from her pussy, less than an inch from his cock. She leaned forward and lightly pressed her breasts to his face, then shifted to the side, lightly dragging her hard nipples over his lips. Instinctively, he tried to open his mouth to fasten his lips around her breasts, entranced by her touch. Even as badly as he needed to cum, his male instinct was to try and pleasure her, to draw affection from her body.

And then she hugged him, pressing his face between her breasts until he couldn’t breathe, before shifting her hips and taking his hard cock fully inside. Phil screamed in both panic and painfully intense pleasure. She rocked her hips and her breath became husky as she fucked him, first sweetly slow, then gradually increasing to a wild pistoning. She gasped and cried and whimpered as she pleased herself with his helpless body, using him like a living dildo. All the while, she kept his face pressed against her, preventing sight, and breath, her magic keeping him sustained even as his lungs screamed for air. But even the need to breathe was eclipsed by the intensity of his need to cum.

His mind went into a surreal headspace, half-unconscious, but unable to pass out, pleasure and pain pounding through his body. He heard feminine shrieks of pleasure, and felt her body shudder in orgasm on his, and her climax briefly spiked the sensations even stronger. But she kept going, as he could swear he heard the gasps and cries of other women and man as well. The other men on the bench must also be getting used, but at the moment, he was too far gone to logic that out. He thought he was hallucinating from the sensation overload, or that the woman riding him was using some kind of psychic trick.

He didn’t know how long she was on him, but eventually, the sensations faded, and he gradually became aware again. He must have been permitted to pass out at some point, because when his eyes fluttered open again, it was morning, and the town square was already bustling with people starting their daily routines. The woman was long gone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His cock was throbbing, but no one was teasing it at the moment, and the ache of tension had faded. He’d been in the stocks for only a day, it already felt like forever. He didn’t think he could take three more days of this.

He became aware of a shadow falling over him, and he opened his eyes. If he could have moved, he would have jumped, but all he could do was blink. His cock twitched as he recognized his most recent ex-girlfriend, Julia.

“You seem to be having fun,” she said, giving him a look of bored tolerance. She squinted at him a moment and he could feel her in his mind, probing his thoughts. “Wow, you got lucky last night. First time actually touching a woman since me, huh? Ouch, and she was rough.”

Mentally, he was trying not to panic, the rush of sexual memories making his heart beat faster, and his cock throb. Julia smirked as she watched his memories stream by. She reached down and gave the end of his cock a sharp flick. He blinked, the closest he could come to wincing. “What did I tell you about thinking that way about me, hmm? We’re not a couple anymore, so you don’t get to have erotic thoughts about me.”

Phil let out a pitiful moan. As if he could even remotely help it! And she knew he couldn’t, either. And she didn’t care. Any excuse to punish him.

“Stop it,” she scolded. She flicked the end of his cock sharply several times, something she loved to do to humiliate and chastise him when they’d been together. So of course, the flicking did nothing to help him stop thinking about their time together. Her fingers drifted down to his swollen testicles. His eyes widened, but he could do nothing to stop her as she flicked them hard with every syllable. “I. Said. Stop. It.” Tears streams from his eyes as pain exploded in his balls, and he instinctively fought the mystical bindings to try and curl up. He barely managed to twitch his fingers and toes, the most movement he’d managed since being bound down.

Julia shook her head and tsked at him. “Hopeless,” she said. She gave his penis head one more flick, gentler this time, and turned to walk away. Then she paused and turned back. “Almost forgot,” she said, and dug into her purse. She pulled out a black thong, the kind she used to wear when they were first dating. “Wore this for three days straight,” she said as she affixed the lingerie to his head, the stained crotch right over his nose. Her scent assailed his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but remember all the times she’d ridden his face while his cock went untouched all night. “There you go,” she said, and laughed. She pulled out her phone and took a few pictures. “A few for the profile.” She laughed again as she turned and walked off, leaving him to grow dizzy from her scent burning through his nostrils with every breath. As she walked away, a new wave of feather sensations picked up on his balls and shaft, swirling around the head, making his penis burn with pleasure too intense to handle.

He’d only been on the bench a single day and night so far, and he had two more to go. At this point, he would have rather taken a few years in prison. He had no idea how he was going to survive the Bench with his sanity intact.

Just A Little Scene: Holding Out

Pete’s on his Playstation again when I get home from work. I don’t even need to be a mindreader to know he’s been playing video games all day. I frown as I come into the room and he pretends to ignore me. I watch him for a few moments while he blows away soldiers on the screen in some war simulator. Neither of us says anything. I shake my head and turn to go to the bathroom.

As I turn, I can sense him giving my back a glance. I cock my hips just so as I walk, and I sense his penis twitch in his pants. I hold back a chuckle as I sense him mentally fighting it, trying to stop himself from getting hard. I let him try, knowing how difficult it is for him at this point.

I haven’t let him cum in almost five weeks. He’s pissed as hell, but there’s nothing he can do about it. He thinks he can somehow outlast me. Thinks I’ll slip up and my orgasm denial spell will just wear off on its own, or I’ll somehow get tired of denying him. Fat chance. A man’s determination utterly pales compared to a woman’s grudge. Besides, Sex Magic stacks the deck so high against boys, it’s really quite pathetic. But I’m not complaining. He wants to be stubborn, that’s on him. I told him what he has to do to cum. But his silly male pride is as much a downfall as that silly little thing between his legs.

Heh, well, not so little really. Quite big, in fact. And that just makes him even more fun to fuck with. And just plain fuck, of course. But he thinks because he’s that big, he’s somehow so much more powerful, so much mightier than he is. I wonder if that’s why the word for excess pride is “cocky.” Men are so proud of their hard, needy members, even in a world where women can utterly control them through those members with their mere thoughts.

As I change out of my work clothes in the bedroom, I sense him still struggling with his cock. He’s losing the battle, his penis stiffening slowly, but inevitably. He wants to reach down and adjust himself, maybe rub himself a little to calm down, but I have spell preventing that as well. His hands can only touch his crotch if he’s totally flaccid. Once he’s even a quarter hard, a little magic barrier keeps him from touching his groin. It’s certainly made things interesting in public sometimes.

I chuckle softly as I sense his thoughts whirl. He’s wondering if I’m using my magic to force him to be hard. I’m not. I’m not doing a thing. He’s just pent up, and he’s so turned on by me, even when he’s mad at me. Especially when he’s mad at me. Because he knows how powerless he is against me. And in some twisted fetish way, that just turns him on more and more.

I could start casting spells on him to tease him some more. But I know something that’ll rile him up harder than any spell I could cast. See, if I use my magic, he can rationalize that it’s not his fault he’s so turned on by me. But if I just let his natural male urges churn and boil inside him, let his own thoughts whip him into a frenzy, all I have to do is use natural female charm to turn him into putty.

I don’t bother getting dressed. I walk out of the bedroom naked. I pass through the living room, ignoring him. But he can’t ignore me. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a flash of bare flesh, and instinct takes over, forcing his gaze away from his game. So much for trying to use video games as a distraction. He catches a glimpse of my bare ass as I go into the kitchen. I hold back a laugh as I sense his cock instantly surge to full hardness, his heartbeat and breath quickening. I take my time in the kitchen, letting him sweat it out, anticipating seeing me naked again. I haven’t strut around the house nude for a while. But today I feel like twisting the knife.

After twenty minutes of pretending to be busy, listening to his cock stay iron hard, I get a glass of water and come out into the living room. I sit on the chair next to the couch, crossing my legs. I make sure he gets a glimpse of my bare pussy for an instant. His breath catches. He fumbles in the game and loses a life. He grits his teeth, but doesn’t say anything. He tries to keep his gaze riveted to the screen, while I sit there, watching him play, slowly taking sips from the glass. His eyes keep darting over to me, tracing the curves of my legs and breasts, watching my red lips touch the glass, watching my throat work. Memories of sex flash through his mind, of the times I would swallow his cum like it was my lifeblood, of the times I let him fuck my tits, of the times he had me screaming in helpless ecstasy while he railed me doggy style.

We hadn’t had sex in five weeks either. Oh, he wanted to fuck me. He wanted me so bad right now, he’d pounce on me and pound into me like a mad man if he could. But more spells prevented it. He couldn’t initiate sex. No fucking. No masturbating. No cumming. For five whole weeks. And all he had to do to end the torment was give me an apology and admit that I was right. But his pride wouldn’t let him. I wondered how long it could hold out. He could be quite stubborn. But then, so could I. And I was the one with the magic.

Speaking of which, it was time to up the ante. I could have sat here all night, letting him work himself into a lather. But the longer this little “fight” we had went on, the more ruthless I can be. I uncross my legs and held them slightly apart, enough to make my pussy just visible. Then I let out a slow breath and relax that little, inner part of me, opening the door to my power just a crack. From my pussy, magic flows, invisible, but unavoidable. Pure arousal fills the room, and his cock soaks it up like a lightning rod.

His cock goes from iron hard to diamond hard. With my senses, I can see his naked body right through his clothing, and I watch his cock grow beet red with tension, the head and testicles swelling tight as a drum, and darkening to deep purple, the veins bulging and pulsing along his shaft. I sense in his mind, the need for sex deepening, the ache for intimacy burning hotter.

He lets out a shaky breath, but bites his cheek. He’s determined not to beg. Not to give in. I let the magic flow stronger. His cock can’t possibly get any harder, but the mental pressure continues to grow. Soon, he is shaking, not even playing the game anymore, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries, and fails, to shut me out. I let him struggle for several more minutes, then stand and walked up to him.

I push his legs open and step between them. He drops the controller and leans back on the couch, hips squirming, cock clenching. His eyes are tightly shut, his hands balled into fists, his teeth grit. I let the magic flow even stronger. His penis begins to vibrate like a battery-powered dildo, the tent in his pants ruffling at high speed.

“Well?” I say softly, huskily. My voice reverberates across his mind, shaking his will. But he holds strong. Even as his breath starts coming in gasps, he shakes his head vigorously, denying me his submission. So stubborn. So strong. And all mine. God, I love him, even if he does tick me off sometimes. I feel my pussy moisten watching him valiantly struggle against me. He catches a whiff of my scent, and he almost cracks, but chokes back his words into a whimper.

I stand there for another minute, pushing bucketfuls of arousal into him, his cock vibrating so fast, I can feel the heat throbbing straight through his pants. His brain would turn into mush if I kept him like this any longer. I wait until a split second before it would be too late. Then finally, I step back and cut off the signals.

He sags in his seat, his genitals aching and throbbing, but he can’t even cup them. I reach down and give the tent in his pants a nice, hard flick. He cries out and bucks fiercely as he tries to cum, but only succeeds in a fierce edging. As he writhes, I walk back into the bedroom and put on a robe, satisfied I’ve made my impression for the day.

I wonder how many more days he can hold out. He is just a man, after all. His penis will betray him. It’s inevitable. Me, even without Sex Magic, I can wait as long as I have to, and I will. The Magic just makes it more fun.

A Random Thread

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Sex Magic and the Internet

Sex Magic came to Earth right as social media was truly taking off, leading to an abundance of information spread around the world, despite mainstream media attempting to downplay its spread in the beginning. Naturally, many websites themed around the Magic came to prominence, even as already established sites became filled with stories and theories and lessons on all of the Magic’s possibilities.
 
The following are just a few such sites that were formed as the Magic swept across the world, and became the go-to sites in the years following.
 
FAP REPORT
FapReport was one of the earliest Sex Mage Social Media sites to form. Partly an early style of wiki, partly based on the format of MySpace, the site’s emphasis was to sexually embarrass men. Women would use the site to create profiles of men they knew, publicly posting reports of their masturbation habits, sexual fantasies, sexual histories, and (often coerced) nude pictures and video clips.
 
In this way, thousands of women who don’t even know or would never meet the man in question can have fun laughing at all of his sexual secrets being spilled. Likewise, young women who had not developed their powers could digitally spy on the sexual secrets of a guy they knew. In some cases, it even allowed a woman to use her magic to find and connect to a man she’s never met, and tease him without him ever knowing who she is (providing she is within range). One of the most frustrating aspects of this site is that any woman can edit any profile, and information is always posted anonymously. Ergo, it is usually impossible for a man to know which woman or women are posting his information, unless she outright admits it.
 
Numerous attempts to have the site shut down only lead to it being repeatedly re-started elsewhere on the web, and once the reality of total female sexual domination set into the populace, no one bothered to try anymore. In part, this was because the novelty of women’s erotic telepathy wore down to being simply routine, and so a website that revealed everything about a man’s horny side stopped being novel. Nonetheless, the site became a staple of the internet for a while as many women still got a thrill out of making a public spectacle of a man’s dirty secrets, and the anonymity of both the internet and Sex Magic made it all too easy for women to casually post new information on whim.
 
It is speculated that FapReport was in no small part responsible for how quickly society became cavalier over men’s helplessness over the Magic.
 
With the formation of the Queendoms, many of whom have locked their countries behind impenetrable firewalls, FapReport has splintered into several Queendom-specific regional forms, most of which are no longer globally accessible.
 
Open Season – “Open Season” is a FapReport gimmick in which a woman announces on a man’s profile that during a certain date, she is declaring “Open Season” on a man’s penis. This is an all-purpose invitation to any woman who wishes to use their powers to tease the man during that time period. Anywhere from dozens to hundreds of women might take some time out of their day to tease the man with their Magic.
 
Typically, these last for twenty-four to seventy-two hours, and are announced by a man’s girlfriend, wife, or mistress. Certain conditions to the Open Season may also be laid out, such as “send only blowjob sensations” or “wait till he’s asleep, then let’s manipulate his dreams.” A common, and often assumed, condition is that the man is not allowed to cum until the end of the session.
 
Open Seasons were disallowed after several high-profile cases of famous men being rendered comatose, or even killed, by the overload of magical sensations. However, this has not stopped some women from arranging such events in private groups.
 
 
PUSSY POWER
An educational wiki and blog website where women share various Magic techniques they’ve learned, and various scenarios and roleplays they’ve come up with. The site is often credited with being the first of its kind, starting as a small blog ring in the earliest days of Sex Magic’s appearance, and eventually growing into the giant repository of Sex Magical eduction. Thanks to this and similar sites, many women know a full range of tricks and spells they might never have thought of before.
 
 
MAGE TUBE
The first and most popular porn video site featuring exclusively Sex Magic related porn, established within the first few weeks of the Magic appearing. It technically started as a subsidiary of Pornhub, but quickly became its own entity. MageTube quickly became the number one video and streaming pornography website on the internet. It is also associated with FapReport and Pussy Power, with one-click options to embed videos on those sites.
 
Many initially watched MageTube for information about the Magic even more than the eroticism, but magical sex became the standard, MageTube naturally became a mainstream site for porn videos in general. The only aesthetic rule is that Sex Magic must in some way clearly factor into the videos.
 
Confessions – A type of pornographic video that had popularity in the early days of MageTube, and is often linked to FapReport. “Confessions” are a type of video wherein a naked man, either on his knees or magically bound to a chair or wall, are teased relentlessly by a woman or women off camera, who ask him very revealing and often sexually humiliating questions. The woman is usually never seen in the video, using her Magic on the man from off camera, but occasionally a woman or women will get on camera to physically play with the man as well.
 
The women keep the man teased and at the edge of orgasm in order to coax answers from him, even as he tries to resist and stay silent. He will usually be allowed to cum if he’s been particularly forthcoming, but if he’s been stubborn, he will be fiercely edged several times, then not given relief.
 
Despite appearances, many modern Confessions videos are actually consensual, and are part of sexual roleplay.
 
 
NON MAGE TUBE
A “mundane sex” counterpart to MageTube. Once very major website started featuring Sex Magic porn, there was still a market for the days of non-Magical porn, especially early on. Established a couple years after the Magic's arrival, NonMageTube, or NMT, rose to prominence for the sake of pornographic nostalgia.
 
Aside from re-uploads of pre-Sex Magic videos, new material featured porn with no obvious magical involvement. Initially, the site also purported to feature exclusively non-Sex Mage actresses, though since the window for such are usually in the barely legal range, there was sharp controversy in some countries over the site’s operations. However, even in the beginning, it was obvious most videos featured women who were simply pretending to not have any Magic.
 
Of the new material, there are two main flavors of NMT video, ones where the premise is that Sex Magic doesn’t exist at all (sometimes even resulting in “period piece” pornos set before the Magic’s arrival), or ones in which the Sex Mage is mysteriously depowered. In the latter case especially, there is a very large skew towards maledom material.
 
 
EX-GRINDER
A website where women discuss, advise, and plot revenge against their ex-boyfriends and ex-husbands, as well as advice for disciplinary practices in current relationships. This quickly extended to outright abusive outlooks towards all men, with chatrooms and forums discussing illegal actions of harassment, brutal rape, theft, torture, murder, and other ways to utterly ruin men’s lives, regardless of the reason.
 
Multiple attempts were made to shut down Ex-Grinder, but to little success. Even after being locked off to the Dark Web, it still saw steady active use. Eventually, however, it was shut down under mysterious circumstances. One day, the website simply vanished, as if deleted outright, with no record of it having existing. The original hosting servers were not found until years later, in the basement of an abandoned house in Africa.
 
SAMARITAN CENTRAL
A website run by anonymous women, supposedly a series of Archmages, who receive pleas for help in the form of e-mails or private messages from men who are desperate for relief. The Archmages, as well as a wide network of standard level Sex Mages, will act anonymously based on information given in the messages. They seek out the tortured men, and use their powers to override restrictions they may be under, and give them free orgasms. The main website, and it’s splinter groups across various social media sites, are an altruistic counter to things like FapReport and Ex-Grinder. The main website was eventually shut down after the Cascade and the formation of the Queendoms, but some Queendoms do have their own Samaritan networks still operating.
ANONYMAN
Anonyman also differentiates itself from other similar boards in that it is strictly text only. This is because of the infamous Image Trap Event. In the beginning, the site was also an image board, and some men would post pictures of women to attempt to doxx them or post revenge nudes. However, some men on the board ended up masturbating to the images, which of course quickly got them caught by those very women. Immediately, the women targeted by this harassment moved to have the site shut down. The attempt failed, but brought wide-spread awareness to the site, and more importantly to the power that such images had. Very shortly after, the board was spammed with thousands upon thousands of nude selfies, as women tried to tempt guys to masturbate to them, and thus be able to catch them using the site. The site was quickly shut down, and then returned with a text-only format to prevent such disasters. Even now, the website automatically scrambles any attempt to link to other websites just to be safe, and any tricks that do get through the scrambler, well, it’s your own damn fault if you fall for it.
 
InsTease – A mostly image-blog posting site analogous to Instagram, this site is mostly a place for women to post sexy selfies, both for the admiration of fellow females, and to provoke the libidos of male followers. With the knowledge that women who have exceptionally large followings of male admirers tend to be among the more powerful of Mages, many such websites came and went in the efforts of young women early on to try and capitalize on the effect. However, the sheer amount of competition made this very impractical, and despite predictions very few of even the most popular women gained more power than they started out with, throwing out any notion of reliability.
 
The practice of selfies kept going, however, now mostly just another way to have sexy fun, and InsTease is one of the sites that maintained popularity over the years.
 
InsTease also has it’s own form of the “Open Season” from FapReport, where young women will post a picture of a guy, along with a picture of his penis, and every woman who can sense the penis on display will tease it with their Magic. InsTease installed an auto-delete feature for such pictures, and company policy is to not display any single guy’s genitals for more than three hours at one time, within the same week. However, some groups of girls get around this by chain-posting the images across several accounts in order.
 
 
The Anonyman forums are an anonymous message board, in the tradition of 4chan, 8chan, etc. It was started a year after Sex Magic’s appearance, as a place for guys struggling to deal with Sex Magic to talk openly about any number of topics relating to it, with a minimal risk of being traced or doxxed. As a completely anonymous board, this lowered the chance of a woman recognizing an individual man, and even if Sex Mages knew a man was posting on the forum, no individual male would know the identities of any other males, and thus could not be made to out his fellow posters. It’s pretty much common sense on the board to never give too many details of your given situation, and if you fuck up and out yourself, that’s your own damn fault. In light of this, it’s become something of a board-wide in joke to always talk about anecdotes that “happened to a friend or a relative”.
 
 
PLEASE TEASE
Some men, for one reason or another, want Sex Mages to use and abuse them, and find themselves lacking in female attention, even the frustrating Magical kind. Even if they know it will lead only to the frustration of repeated edgings, they crave being Magically dominated by a woman. Please Tease is a Tinder-like phone app where men can post a nude of themselves, and offer themselves for a woman in their area to tease them. Once a woman accepts the offer on the phone, it is deleted from the public feed and saved to her profile for twenty-four hours. If there are no takers, the offer is deleted after twenty-four hours. A man cannot make more than one offer at a time.

Tricks, Pranks, and Games

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Floating Tease

Maggie smirked as she watched her husband gently suckle her toes. For several minutes now, she’d used her magic to float him in the air, limbs pulled back into a hog-tied pose, settling his face against her feet as she stretched her legs out on the ottoman. Tom shivered and trembled as he sucked and licked her toes; as she floated him, she likewise caused the sensations of dozens of phantom feathers and tongues to stimulate his cock and balls, which throbbed with incredible tension. To his humiliation, she likewise made a phantom finger spell to wriggle inside his rectum, stimulating his prostate.

She’d been teasing Tom this way for only a few minutes, and he was already steadily dripping precum like a leaky faucet as his cock clenched and jerked fiercely in a vain attempt to cum. But then, she hadn’t let him orgasm in nearly eight weeks, so it was understandable. But she would still chastise him for it.

“Ugh, you’re making such a mess,” she said in a lightly scolding tone. “Can’t you exercise even a little self control?” Tom’s only response was a loud whimper as she twisted the phantom finger in his ass a bit more intensely.

“Well, anyway,” she said, feigning bored tolerance, “now that I have your undivided attention, I wanted to discuss a few things with you. You’re in trouble, mister.” Tom whimpered again. “Oh, don’t even try to appeal to my sense of pity. You used that up while we were still just dating. By now, you should know the rules. And the rules say… what? What do they say?”

Tom could only give another high-pitched whimper, but his thoughts came through clearly to Maggie. She nodded. “That’s right, Tom. They say that you are not allowed to masturbate. But what were you doing when I got home?” Another pitiable moan. “Playing with my stockings that’s right. Quite a clever little set-up, stringing them up on a clothes line, then using a fan to blow them back and forth, then sitting under them so they would lightly drag across your cockhead.”

She held them up for Tom to see, and shook her head. “Getting your pre-cum all over them. So messy.” She tsked as she magically made Tom feel the sensations she was describing, adding them to the onslaught, causing his whole body to quake with need. “Honestly, I’ll never stop being amazed at you men’s ingenuity. Even when you have magic spells restricting you from touching yourselves or humping surfaces, you still find ways to get yourselves into trouble.”

She took out her cell phone and checked it. “Well,” she said, “I’ve got errands to run, and then I’m meeting Judy for lunch.” She pulled her legs away and Tom’s mouth worked for a few moments more, before letting out a pained moan of need. He had to do something to try and distract himself from the teasing torment, even if only a little. Without that, he was going to go mad!

Maggie stood up and slid off her panties, freshly moist from teasing her husband. She slipped the panties over his face, making sure the damp spot was right on his nose. Tom groaned and shuddered, his cock surging at the scent. As she did, she added a second phantom finger to his rectum, and a couple phantom hands to rhythmically squeeze his cock, coaxing him fiercely to the edge of a climax she would not allow him to have. Tom mewed and shook pitifully, tears of desperation running down his face and soaking the panties further.

“Now, now,” she said, petting his hair soothingly. “I’ll only be gone for a few hours, then I’ll let you go. Plenty of time to think about what you did.” She leaned close and whispered hotly into his ear. “Plenty of time to devise new ways of getting into trouble, I’m sure. You’re such a slut for punishment, aren’t you dear?” Tom mewed, but already, she could sense his mind racing, trying to think of some way, any way, he could defeat her spells and relieve himself. She’d promised him he could cum if he could find someway of masturbating to completion, after all. The stockings just hadn’t been enough stimulation to let him shoot before he was caught.

Maggie smiled and pat his head. “There you go, naughty boy,” she said. “Keep dreaming.” She reached over and gave his cock a sharp flick, and all the sensations intensified. She let out a soft chuckle, then straightened her skirt, slipped on her high heels, and went out the front door, leaving Tom helplessly teased and afloat.

Common Terms

Sex Magic – The mysterious sex-based power which has given all adult women on Earth psychic and magical powers over men’s bodies and minds. Only women ever obtain this power, and no man has ever been able to resist it.
 
Lust Energy – The ethereal energies which men generate, which women then absorb to power their Sex Magic spells. The energy can only sensed and used by human women; no man or technology has been able to sense it.
 
Sex Mage – A woman who has gained the power of Sex Magic. Since all women eventually gain the power, Sex Mage is effectively synonymous with “adult woman.”
 
Archmage – A Sex Mage who demonstrates stronger than average abilities, and may even be able to perform extra abilities that most women do not have. Usually Archmages are born into their power, but in theory, a normal Sex Mage may be able to train themselves to become an Archmage over a long period of time, if they have attention from a large number of males who readily supply her with an excess of energy. Most celebrities and porn stars, for example, seem to invariably become Archmages.
 
Megami – A Sex Mage with far greater powers than normal Sex Mages or even Archmages. They can easily use special abilities most women can’t do. All Megami are thought have been empowered by the Cascade Event.
 
Glitches – A slightly derogatory, yet generally accepted term for Sex Mages whose powers have some faulty aspect.
 
Queen – A Megami-class Sex Mage who rules over a Queendom, often receiving worship from her followers.
 
Queendom – A national ruled by a Megami Queen. Queendoms are absolute dictatorships where the Queen’s ideology determines the cultural values of the nation.
 
Tease Zones – Areas bathed in Sex Magic which automatically arouse and tease men who step into them.
 
Queendom Barriers – Tease Zones formed as high, thick, but invisible walls around the outermost borders of Queendoms. These trap foreign men trying to enter the country illegally, as well as apply psychic warnings to women doing the same. In some cases, the Barriers also trap citizens in.
 
Gitch Commune – Depending on the nature and severity of their Glitch condition, some women chose to live in isolation, either completely by themselves, or in small, all-female communities, where distance from men can at least mitigate most issues.
 
Free Roamer Lands – The large stretches of wilderness and ruined civilization that exist outside the borders of the Queendoms. These areas are given to anarchy, and consist of "Free Roamers", nomadic groups or self-sustaining villages and towns that follow their own codes, but have no means of enforcing rule of law beyond their small settlements.
 
Free Zone – Found in a couple Queendoms, these are protected areas where men are allowed to live free of Sex Magic interference. Men living here have to “rough it” with little to no running water or electricity, but on the other hand, women who enter this area and use their Sex Magic are harshly punished.
 
The Cascade Event – A global phenomenon wherein the entire population of the world was knocked into a coma due to a contagious storm of Sex Magic spell effects. Men were mentally submerged into sexual dreams so intense that all women around them would sense it and be overwhelmed by the intense Lust Energy radiating from them, forcing them to create an equally intense Lust Aura that sent other men into a similar dream state, spreading like a psychic contagion. This event created the Megami, who managed to stop and reverse the effects of the Cascade, but not before billions of lives were lost.

The Cults –  In the context of recent history, "the Cults" were small organizations that took advantage of lost and desperate people unable to deal with the changes Sex Magic was making to society. Like many previous cults throughout history, the leaders of these organizations were largely con-artists or lunatics seeking to use easily manipulated people for their own personal gain. Many also claimed to be attempting to unlock other forms of Magic, though this never actually happened.
Several Cults were known to take their newfound philosophies to dangerous extremes, being responsible for ritualistic murders, kidnappings, and political sabotage. At least one Cult was known to engage in domestic terrorism in the name of their goddess. Presently, while some suspect a few Cult communities may still exist out in the Free Roamer lands, most Cults that were not already dismantled by the authorities are assumed to have perished during the Cascade Event.

The Surge – The phenomenon in which the first generation born after Sex Magic arrived on Earth displays stronger powers on average than the generation that came before. All women are closer to Archmage levels of power, Glitches are almost unheard of, and all men produce an increased level of Lust Energy.
 
Radiants – Men who, for whatever reason, produce copious amounts of sexual energy compared to other men, even from just a little bit of teasing. One Radiant can produce as much as ten to twenty times as much energy as a regular man for less effort. Radiants tend to be highly prized, and often horded, by powerful Sex Mages, often forced to work for the government or as a direct servant to a Megami.
 
Samaritans – Women who consider it a duty to aid men who are suffering from Sex Magic torment. Most commonly, these women will remove orgasm and masturbation blocks on men, might occasionally give a long suffering man a good hard orgasm in relative privacy, or other similar generous gestures. Samaritans are derogatorily referred to as “White Knights” by some women who are angry at such interference, both as an implication of someone who thoughtlessly lends aid, as well as a reference to semen.
Punishers – Women, almost always Archmages, whose job is to punish female criminals, particularly for egregious acts like murdering men or controlling men to commit other crimes.
 
Lover’s Honor – A phrase with a two-fold meaning, depending on the context. In some circles, this is considered a very serious pledge of trust between a woman and her partners. However, in other circles, it has been adopted as a facetious phrase; since sex and affection are so casually handed out and easily abused in a Sex Mage World, the idea of an honorable love becomes a mockery in some people's eyes.
 
Chivalry – Chivalry has taken a new form since the emergence of Sex Magic. It now usually refers to a code of honor among women to treat men fairly and protect them from abuse.
 
Toyfriend – A boy who is in something like a "friends with benefits" situation with a woman. A mostly casual relationship, the Toyfriend is usually still a priority partner for the Sex Mage, who is free to use him whenever, and however, she wants. The "not-couple" still maintains a friendly relationship or may already be friends, and she will still protect him from other girls. What separates a Toyfriend from a Boyfriend is the general lack of a real romantic connection, although one can certainly blossom between them. Likewise, a Toyfriend is not really a Sub to his Sex Mage, as he is otherwise not expected to serve her outside of being free for her to use.
 
Test Boy – A (usually young) man who is often a Sex Mage's first man she plays with, just to test her powers on. If the boy isn’t already attached to a woman, he may find himself the town test dummy for burgeoning Sex Mages, often not allowed to cum or even given sex despite how much teasing he has to endure. In such situations, “Test Boy” can have the same connotations as “virgin loser.”
 
Lust Energy Generator – A man who’s job is to provide women with Lust Energy. Often these are men frozen in place and teased with Spells for hours, kept magically glued to a wall, or left in a otherwise unused room, from who the women can continuously absorb ambient Lust Energy from. These are most common in places of high work intensity, such as offices or hospitals, but can be commonly found around college campuses, or even in random spots through a city in some of the crueler Queendoms.
 
Book Boy – A man whose job is to be a data repository, from whom women can telepathically speed-learn information and skills. Commonly found in libraries and college campuses, but some corporations have their own private collectives.
 
Boy-Boarding – The act of using a boy as a living hover board, with a woman standing a top him to ride and steer him with her powers. Used for casual short-range transport or amateur stunts and races, this has also become an international competitive sport, where women flying boys through convoluted obstacle courses.

Ex-Toy – A somewhat mocking term some women have for their ex-boyfriends or ex-husbands, whom they still tease and torment with Magic, usually out of spite.
 
Pussy Shock – The point where a man is so wired up and tormented by sex, he goes into a sort of trauma-induced shock state. A man this messed up by Sex Magic can be sent into this state merely by seeing a glimpse of a bare breast or vagina. It's worth noting that Sex Magic will normally prevent this sort of trauma, but not always.
 
Hard Attack – This is when a man is suddenly made extremely aroused by an overwhelming bombardment of Magic, such as with an intense Arousal Aura, or a concentrated Hard On spell.
 
Cum-Dum – Catch-all mild insult from girls to boys who have been denied, or teased, long enough they’re too horny to think straight, and will do anything to get off.

B-Face – Short for "Blocked O-Face." The unconscious facial contortion a boy makes when he edges against his orgasm block. Claimed to be sillier-looking than a normal O-face.

 
The Bench – The Bench is a sort of modern "stocks" form of punishment, usually found in smaller villages and towns, sometimes also found in gated communities in the suburbs. The Bench is usually an actual bench, but may be just a platform or wall placed in a common, high-traffic area of the town, such as the business district, a popular park, or the town square. Men found guilty of crimes are made to sit on the bench, or stand against the wall, fully nude, and are frozen in place, kept that way for several days. Any woman who wishes can do anything they want to the man, in terms of sexually teasing him. Naturally, any man on the bench cannot be made to orgasm, otherwise, pretty much anything at all is permitted, short of actually injuring him.
 
The men are helpless as literally hundreds of women send them small psychic teases on whim, and some women (often the victim of the crime) will show up to mock and tease and play with him for hours. Young Sex Mages may even be encouraged to use them as Test Boys for practicing their powers. Often at night, the lights are doused around the men, and some women use this opportunity to have sex with them anonymously in the darkness.
 
Sentences on the Bench will almost never last more than a week, given that even the most stalwart of men will easily go insane with such constant treatment. Although the Bench is reserved for actual crimes, such as theft or violence, it isn't unheard of that sometimes a women with influence may arrange a few days on the Bench for a guy who has simply pissed her off. Every town with a Bench has a few anecdotes of ex-husbands or ex-boyfriends getting Benched by a jilted ex-lover.
 
Furs/Anthros – With the realization that the Magic could alter the human form, thousands of people were suddenly able to indulge in fetishes not physically possible before. Foremost among these are people who have changed themselves to have animal features, like cat ears and a tail, or bunny ears, or bird-like wings. Most stick only with minor additions, but some will actually undergo full metamorphosis into half-human/half-animals. These people came to be called “anthros” or “furs.” Even despite much greater acceptance of a variety of fetishes, there is still a lot of stigma against people who actually undergo such transformations and try to make them into a full life style. As such, most Anthros have isolated themselves into Anthro-specific Queendoms or towns where their lifestyle is the norm.
 
Lust Energy Dynamo – An energy collection device invented to mitigate some of the energy crisis caused by the collapse of the global economy. Contrary to the original concept of the device, the LED does not actually directly convert Lust Energy into tangible energy. Instead, LED technicians use Sex Magic to tease men and absorb their energy, then increase their own body heat and bio-electric fields and channel that energy into the LEDs, to be converted into electricity.
 
CoO – Pronounced “koo”, but sometimes mispronounced as “Q”. An acronym standing for “Chance of Orgasm”. This expression is used in some circles by women to rate men on a scale of 1 to 10. Instead of judging beauty or whether or not she would sleep with him, this is a matter of likelihood she would allow the man to cum, 10 being she would let him cum immediately, 1 being let him cum no more than once a year. Alternatively, some guys rate their chances for relief with a woman on this scale, since getting laid or magically teased is pretty much a given, being allowed an orgasm is the truly difficult part. Also alternatively, this is used by a third party observer to rate how cock teasing the woman in a couple is. (Example: “What’s his CoO?” or “Careful, she’s like a 3 on the CoO!”)
 
ZQ – “Zero CoO.” A man who has absolutely zero chance of cumming, or who just never gets to cum. First dates with a Sex Mage are essentially a guaranteed "ZQ" for any man.

Pop Day – Some Queendoms or specific towns have come to the conclusion that the men deserve at least one guaranteed day within a certain time period to achieve relief, otherwise, they eventually get despondent from endless teasing with potentially no breaks in sight. Thus, the Pop Day was made as a country or town-wide holiday that happens two, three, or four days out of the year, often in accordance with a pre-existing holiday. For example, Christmas is a common Pop Day for many western Queendoms, while some set them to the solstices and equinoxes. Some places may set a man's birthday as a guaranteed Pop Day as well.

For some the Pop Day is a day of total sexual freedom, where a man's normal restrictive conditions are released, and he's free to masturbate, cum, and initiate sex as much as he wants. For others, the Pop Day is dreadful, as the guys in town may be guaranteed to cum before midnight, but all the women put them through a twenty-four hour cocktease hell to make sure he "earns" his release. Either way, it is heavily discouraged that any man be prevented from cumming at least once on that day, or the women who prevent it may themselves face punishments or social backlash. The only exception may be guys who are being Benched, but usually the Bench is cleared on Pop Days.

Lesbian Amplification Effect – The effect by which one or more women having lesbian sex amplifies the power of their spells and generates an immensely strong Arousal Aura.

Spell Levels – An unofficial ranking of the power of a spell, as measured by scientists at Pandora. This is based more on the intensity of effect a spell may have on a man, which may vary a bit from person to person, rather than a specific measure of "energy", which still cannot be accurately measured to this day. This also can be equated to the euphoric effect Lust Energy has on women.

Fucktoy Ghettos/Bitchboy Ghettos – While an uncommon practice, some of the meaner Queendoms will corral their unclaimed, unprotected, and otherwise unproductive men into these government housing sectors. They are provided with basic living needs, single-person apartments and free meals. In exchange, however, any woman who wants is allowed to simply enter their homes and do whatever they want to them, short of grievously injuring, maiming, or killing them. Men in these ghettos have essentially no rights and no protections, even in towns that otherwise treat their men well. Such places are banned in most Queendoms officially, but sometimes, these sorts of places can crop up almost naturally in more isolated settlements.

Brutal Healing

ONE

I’ll give her this much, she was still the sexiest woman I had ever fucked. The kind of woman that somehow combined sexy and cute in the same package. I had met her at a bar on a warm summer night, and my first instinct upon seeing her was that she was way out of my league. But after a couple shots of “liquid confidence”, I had decided to try my luck.

“Hey, babe,” I said, sauntering up to her. “I hear the beach is nice this time of year. Care to catch a moonlight stroll?” Crap, could I have sounded more gay? I thought to myself.

She looked over at me, her blue eyes wide and somehow mixing innocence and mischief all at once. The color stood out all the more thanks to her dark hair, which hung straight to her shoulder.  At first I thought she wasn’t going to say anything and just turn away, but then she asked the barkeep to put the drink she’d ordered on her tab, then downed it in one swig. I sighed to myself, thinking I had just scared her out of the bar. But when I turned to leave, I felt her hand slip into the nook of my arm. “Okay,” she said, her voice sweet as honey, and her face slightly flushed from chugging her beverage. “Shall we go?”

Grinning like a fool, I led her outside to my car. “So,” I said. “You really interested in the beach, or did you have somewhere else in mind?”

“Oh, no,” she said. “The beach is perfect. I have a beach house I use for the summer, so we can use that. It’s a bit far down the road, but it’s nice and private.”

My grin must have widened, because I saw her smile broadly at my expression. “Ah,” I said, “So are you a summer resident?”

“Oh, no, I’m local,” she said. “But I usually live in the inner city, thanks to work. During the warmer seasons, I use the beach house on my days off, when I can get them.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a biomancer.”

My eyebrows went up at that. “Really?” I said. “That must keep you busy indeed.”

“Fourteen hour days, four days a week,” she said, with a sarcastically chipper voice. “Well, it helps when you’ve got magic to keep you fresh and energized the whole time, but once that three day weekend hits, I want to just crash most of the time. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten out. So what do you do?”

“Oh, I’m a lawyer,” I said. Then, a bit sheepishly, I admitted, “Mainly just traffic court. Nothing too exciting, really.”

“Hey,” she said with a smile. “Nothing wrong with that. Maybe after this is done, you can help me with my speeding ticket.” She winked and we laughed a bit. We continued to chat as I drove us to her place. It was indeed out there, about a ten minute drive past the city limits. She had me pull off onto a gravel road which went through a line of trees. Finally, we got to a small paved parking area, and just behind that was the beach house.