Metis Academy - Greg's Story

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Metis Academy - Todd's Lesson

Todd was trying very hard to concentrate in Miss Stella’s class. But he was finding it nearly impossible as Becky stretched out her leg and flexed her calf muscle a few seats ahead. Todd’s breath caught and his cock twitched as she wriggled the toes of her bare foot. Todd could not tear his eyes away from the sight of her sexy leg, and try as he might, he could not get the thought her rubbing his achingly hard cock with her sexy foot. He had to look away before the teacher, and any of the other empowered girls, sensed his thoughts. He had to look at the bored and laser focus himself on the teacher’s lecture. But Becky’s leg was just too tempting.

Okay, just a few more seconds. He could spare a few more seconds. If she would just pull her leg back under her desk, it would be easier, but she was just letting her leg stay outstretched just around the legs of her desk. Just enough to reach the back chair leg of the boy in front of her. She tapped the leg of the chair and Todd, out of his peripheral vision, could see Jake tense up. Todd didn’t have to look to know Jake’s cock was twitching in excitement, just like his own. But Jake didn’t dare turn to look. He knew better. Jake had also been allowed to cum just this past weekend, and so wasn’t nearly as pent up as Todd. Oh, how Todd wished, desperately, that he could shoot his cum all over Becky’s…

THWACK!

Todd jumped with a small cry as Miss Stella’s yardstick-long wooden pointer smacked against the edge of Todd’s desk. Todd looked up at her with a deer in headlights look. “Todd!” she said with a firm, authoritative tone. “I have asked you a question three times now. Are you not paying attention?” Miss Stella was thin, but tall, her outfit a little too tight and short on her body, the button’s of her blouse undone a little too low to be appropriate. With her glasses and her long blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, she was the model image of a naughty librarian. Or perhaps an academically-inclined dominatrix. The way she slowly fingered the wooden pointer was hypnotic, like watching a cobra weaving back and forth just before it would strike.

“N-n-no, Miss Stella,” Todd stammered. “I mean yes, Miss Stella. I-I-I mean…” Todd couldn’t bare her intense gaze, and looked away. He noticed half the class staring at him. Todd flushed, and he felt his cock throb as embarrassment turned to arousal. The girls were all grinning, a few giggling, and the boys were only glancing at him sidelong, a bit relieved that Todd was taking attention away from them.

He looked back up at Miss Stella and resisted the urge to shrink down. Her expression was not cruel, but there was an intimidating, piercing coolness to her gaze. Todd’s cock continued to throb. He felt the build up of arousal gathering in his loins, that familiar tingle of anticipation for pleasure. Oh, no. He was getting too horny. Right here in class, he was getting so horny, his hair trigger was going to go off.

It was bad enough that the boys at Metis Academy were forced to be naked and hard at all times. Bad enough that their orgasms and masturbation were sealed away, unless permitted by a woman. It was the teasing and the humiliation and the way the girl’s antagonized their helpless, denied cocks, then scolded the boys when they lost control of themselves. It was so embarrassing, and yet so arousing, a cyclical cause and effect of sensual torment that kept the boys dizzy with lust and confusion, and the girls elated with power and amusement.

“Todd,” said Miss Stella. “Your concentration problems are getting worse this week. Must you be disciplined in front of the class?”

“N-no, I—” Todd’s words were cut off in a gasp as the throbbing in his cock became a pulse of pure pleasure, running down his cock and tingling over his balls. Oh, God, he was going to lose it right here! It occurred to him that Miss Stella herself could using her powers on him, or perhaps one of the empowered girls. He’d never been a premature ejaculator before coming to Metis Academy, but somehow, either from lack of regular orgasms, or some mischief by one of the many awakened Sex Mages on campus, he could barely handle even the brush of his bedsheets on his cock without threatening to lose it. It was no wonder he was in even worse shape than most of the boys at the Academy. He was so sensitive, that just being in the presence of a gorgeous woman threatened to make him edge, all more easily when a woman demonstrated her power over him.

Miss Stella extended her pointer downward. The thin, wooden rod, so reminiscent of a dominatrix whip in the right hands, came perilously close to Todd’s red, twitching cock. “No? Are you certain? This twitchy little thing seems to be taking your attention away from your very important studies. If you do not learn to focus and study hard in school, you won’t be able to be a successful man in the real world. And if you can’t be a man, than no woman is going to want to help you tend to that silly, little thing that’s distracting you so. So, can you be a man, or will you be a little boy who can’t control himself?”

Todd was almost dying from the pressure. His cock was jerking now, dancing comically for all the girls to laugh at, which they of course did so. He was so close it was getting hard to think, much less form words. He vaguely noticed other boys’ cocks were twitching now, either embarrassingly aroused by the scene, or because some of the girls in class were taking the opportunity to tease them. Todd tried to steel himself for one last push of willpower. “I-I-I’m a, a m-man, Miss St-stella…” he gasped. “I’m a...”

And then, as if by reflex, he glanced back to Becky’s foot. Becky smiled as he did so, and wriggled her toes once more. Todd wasn’t sure if he had glanced of his own volition, or if Becky or Miss Stella had mentally pushed him to do so. But it didn’t matter either way, because that was the last straw. Todd gasped, his mouth gaped, and his eyes rolled up as pleasure bolted through his loins. He grabbed the edge of his desk in a deathgrip and his hips bucked in his seat, causing his clenching cock to bounce wildly. He let out a shuddering moan as his body locked up and reached the edge of orgasm...

…and, to laughter of the girls and the sympathetic groans of the boys, he failed to cum, as his climax reached the magical barrier that all the boys had installed to stifle there release. Miss Stella watched Todd shudder and shake in his chair for a moment, before he finally calmed down, and sagged, gasping in his seat. Miss Stella frowned and with a flick of her wrist, whipped back to the pointer, than snapped it forward, rapidly striking Todd’s swollen testicles three times. Just light little taps, but for a boy who hadn’t ejaculated in seven weeks, it was more than enough make him fall out of his seat.

“As I thought. Still a little boy, undisciplined, unfocused…” she glanced at her pointer, and frowned again. “…messy.” There was a thread of pre-cum glistening along the end. Miss Stella slowly licked it off. Every boy in the class room flushed and their cocks clenched hard at the sight; even some of the girls blushed at the sight, feeling a tingle between their legs.

Miss Stella then used the pointer to give Todd a light smack on the ass. “Get up and into your seat,” she said. “If you interrupt my class with your perversions one more time, I will send you to the Nurse for discipline.” Another round of clenching cocks, but Miss Stella ignored them as she watched Todd slowly get up and get back in his seat. She then turned and went back up to the bored, grabbing some chalk and writing more formulas down, before asking questions of other students.

Todd kept his eyes closed as he tried to calm himself down, until he felt the throbbing in his balls fade and the tension in his cock go down. He couldn’t go soft, of course, but he could at least get to a point where he wasn’t twitching in excitement. After a few minutes, he then slowly opened his eyes and buried his gaze down into his book, concentrating on the science lesson Miss Stella was telling them about. He tried to keep his attention focused solely on his work. But out of the corner of his eye, he could still see Becky’s leg, still outstretched, her foot now lightly tapping to some imagined beat against the back of Jake’s chair leg. Jake was stiff in his seat, and Todd couldn’t blame him. Becky had just devastated him with her foot and she hadn’t even touched him!

Todd swallowed, and shook his head, focusing back on the book. But Becky’s bouncing foot was still there, niggling at him out of the corner of his eye. He tried to turn his head to look away, but that’s when he noticed another girl’s foot; Judy who sat immediately to his right, had her legs crossed so that her sandal was dangling off her foot, right in front of Todd’s view. Todd glanced up at her and she gave him a sly smile and a wink, before letting the sandal sway to draw his attention back down. The sandal slipped off, and fell to the floor, leaving Judy’s foot bare. Todd watched as she flexed her toes. Todd wanted to look away, every fiber of will, told him to look away. He closed his eyes and faced down towards his desk.

But it was too late. The mere knowledge that all he had to do was open his eyes, and a cute girl’s sexy foot would be there waiting for his admiration was all it took to rev his engine back up.

Up at the front, Miss Stella allowed herself a slight smile as she sensed Todd’s cock begin to twitch again…

Just A Little Scene: Horny Neighbor

Here's a little snippet, and as an added bonus, I'll throw in a completely unrelated Captioned Pic!

HORNY NEIGHBOR

Lakisha awoke to thoughts of several women taking turns sucking her cock. She groaned and squirmed as the pleasure tickled her rigid womanhood. Then, as she came more awake, the logistics of such a scenario suddenly registered in her more rational mind. She remembered that she was neither a man nor a hermaphrodite and not the slightest bit interested in stick thin white chicks. Lakisha blinked awake and jolted upright, looking around a little dazed. Then she narrowed her eyes as focus came back to her, and she recognized the intense mental humming of a hard penis being frantically stroked. And along with that hum, she could see the fantasies of a horny young man desperately trying to shoot one off before any woman with Sex Magic had time to realize what he was doing.

It was her neighbor, Jake, again. Twenty years old, still single, and living in the apartment right next door, Jake was a quiet guy, friendly enough, but seemed reluctant to get to know his neighbors. This was the fifth time this month she’d been woken up by his morning stroking, and had had to put up with it a couple times when trying to go to bed, as well. The boy seriously needed to get himself a real woman.

Lakisha sighed and made a motion towards the wall which separated her bedroom from her neighbors. Just as the horny man was about to reach climax, her Sex Magic seized some ethereal mechanism in his genitals, and suddenly, he was unable to have an orgasm. She could hear him grunt in frustration as his climax was cruelly cut off. He stroked faster, and his fantasy of his little harem of Ukranian supermodels servicing his cock got more intense. Several seconds later, she could hear him whimper, could hear the added buzzing of blue balls, as his masturbation served only to grind him harder against the edge of release, unable to overcome the magic that held it captive.

Lakisha rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. It served him right for making her put up with his perverted thoughts, when she was asleep and defenseless against sensing them. She’d gotten used to the humming of hard dicks and the buzzing of full balls, but being this close to a man so focused on his sexual thoughts, it was hard not to pick up on their fantasies, especially when she wasn’t actively blocking them out.

Getting out of bed, she stretched and yawned, letting Jake’s sexual desperation soak into her body straight through the wall, refreshing her and working out the kinks of sleep better than a morning jog or cup of coffee could do. She then showered, taking her time and slowly running her hands over her body as she felt the sexual energy from Jake intensify. Reaching down, she passed her hand over her pussy lips and remembered his fantasy, remembered the sensation of having a desperately hard penis jutting between her legs. It was a little disturbing, the thought, and it made her all more grateful she was a woman, not a man. She knew the poor boy’s had it rough in a Sex Mage world; she herself had only had the magic for three years, and just sensing the increasing tension in the men as the months went by, she was surprised more men weren’t institutionalized.

Speaking of which, the pressure from Jake’s sexual denial was getting even stronger, spiking up to reach that point where a man has been riding the edge constantly for several minutes, and pleasure started becoming pain. She could sense he was impossibly hard now, his balls feeling like they were going burst like overripe melons just to release his pent up seed. She could sense now that she bothered to look, that poor Jake had not cum in at least a week. Maybe some mean girl had already been blue balling him, and the reason he was so intense this morning was it was his only chance to cum for a while?

As Lakisha finished rinsing off her body, she made a flicking motion towards the wall. In the other apartment, Jake’s orgasm block was released, and he gave a tremendous shout, one she could even hear through two walls and over the sound of the shower, as his penis finally began to spurt, thick white shots of semen hosing down his body. He came so hard, several shots hit his face. Lakisha snickered as she sensed this, even as the burst of energy from his climax made her pussy moisten and pepped her up like an energy drink straight to the veins. Another couple seconds to rinse off, and Lakisha stepped out of the shower, keeping a mental eye on her now exhausted neighbor as he spiraled down from his too-intense climax.

As Lakisha dressed, she smirked and gave him one more little punishment, making another motion to his cock and speed dumping lust and adrenalin into his system. Jake yelped as his cock, already aching from the intense session, instantly stiffened back to maximum erection, and he felt the urge to masturbate return. Jake whimpered as, unable to fight his body’s urges, he grasped his now truly aching cock, and stroked it again, frantically jacking off to a second climax. Lakisha put another block on his cock, a timed one this time, that would release itself in no less than half an hour. Jake was ready to shoot again in barely three minutes. Goodness, he had been pent up this morning! Even utterly drenched in his own seed, Lakisha could tell his next climax, when he finally reached it, was going to be twice as hard, and at least as messy!

Unfortunately, she couldn’t stick around to enjoy it; checking the time, she realized she was almost going to be late for work. She sighed. Stupid work, always spoiling her fun. As she went out the door, she made another motion towards Jake, increasing the timer on his block to a full hour. She then scribbled a note, and as she left her apartment, she slipped the note under Jake’s door. If he ever managed to get out of bed today, he’d see that it read, “I warned you. Next time, you’ll be stroking for a week!”

Just A Little Scene: Morning Rub

He woke up frozen in place. He had a moment of panic, before forcing himself to remain calm. His wife did this to him sometimes. He was lying prone on his back, straight as a board, arms at his sides. He could still breathe, but that was the only thing he could do; he couldn’t even open his eyes or form any words. Only one other part of him was still moving, twitching crazily as a soft, gentle fingertip traced lazily back and forth, up and down its diamond hard length. Jesus, she was teasing his cock with her finger again, her feather-light touch electrifying every sensitive nerve on his penis with pleasure.

He could hear her giggle softly as she read his mind, sensing that he was now fully awake. She leaned close, and her warm breath tickled his ear. His muscles twitched as he tried to shy away from the ticklish sensation, but he could not move to escape it. “Good morning, my love,” she said. Her fingertip slipped lower, and for a moment she drummed her fingers lightly on his tightly engorged testicles. She had not allowed him release for nearly two months, and his balls ached sweetly with sensual pressure. She giggled again as she sensed him trying to wince from the drumming on his tender balls. She resumed the maddeningly slow tracing along his shaft. The sensations were getting to him faster than ever, with such a long time of denial. She also seemed to have increased his sensitivity.

“Only by a little,” she said, still reading his thoughts.

Oh, gods, Madeline, please, please, please let me shoot! he thought.

“Now, now, we wouldn’t want you popping off prematurely, would we? After all…” her finger left his cock, and for a moment, he heard a slick, wet sound. Then, he felt her wipe her now wet finger on his upper lip, rubbing the fluid in. The scent of her pussy made him dizzy. She giggled again, “…I’m just getting warmed up.”

Oh, gods, no, she wasn’t going to—AAAAAHH! He shuddered, even despite her spell, as she straddled him, and sat upon his cock. She didn’t let him inside, but instead pressed her slick pussy lips against his shaft. Slowly, she rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit deep against his length. He managed a pitiful moan as contact with her pussy shot lightning bolts of pleasure through his loins, nearly boiling the unspent cum in his balls. She let out a soft sigh of pleasure as she rubbed against him, every throb of his organ sending jolts of pleasure through her core. She bit her lip and dug her nails into his chest as she picked up the pace. Soon, she was grinding her clit rapidly along him, every stroke of her lips driving her into greater pleasure, whilst making him crash hard against the barrier to his release.

Just before she climaxed, however, she lifted off him, now gritting her teeth, and gasping rapidly, as edged herself. She shivered, letting the high of near-climax almost fade, before dropping down and resuming the slow grind against his cock. Another few minutes, and she sped up as she neared climax again, only to stop once more, denying herself even as she denied him. She did it again, then again, and again, each time reaching the edge quicker, and each time forcing him harder against his own barrier. But unlike him, she was not magically prevented from climax, and could not last forever. Finally, after her fifteen edging, she could take no more, and did not stop. She climaxed with a howl, and came so hard, she squirted, drenching the bed, and her husband, in her fluids. She collapsed onto his shuddering form and held him, kissing him deeply, and stroking his hair.

Please, he begged her mentally, please, please, please! Tears of frustration fell from his eyes. His genitals were on fire with sensation overload and the immense sexual pressure. But his pleas were not acknowledged, though she heard them clearly.

She finally stood and stretched, giving a satisfied moan. “God, what a way to start the morning! I really need to do that more often!” He only whimpered in response. She giggled back, then leaned down and gave his penis a quick kiss. “Now, make sure to clean the bed when you can get up again!” With that, she showered and got ready for work, leaving him frozen, soaking in her juices, until she left the house. Only then, did her spell wear off and allow him to move again. The pressure in his genitals made it slow going, but he immediately set up cleaning up. Disobeying her was what led him to be denied for so long in the first place!

Why Not Technology?

I'm not a fan of technology or devices as a means of power fantasy. I've always felt much more drawn to characters who have innate super powers. Even when using magic, I greatly prefer characters who can just point at something and shoot a fireball, rather than those who have to use chants or reagents or magic rituals (unless those things can be used as a plot hook for something). This traces back to my preferences with superheroes, wherein I'd always prefer someone like Spider-Man or Superman over Iron Man or even Batman. I like all those characters, but in terms of thematic powers, I prefer the former to the latter. Robots like the Transformers and such are the exception, and I think that's only because the machines themselves are the characters, and thus have a soul to them, and their tech abilities hence feel like super powers.

However, on occasion, a reader will bring up the idea that they much prefer technology to magic, and wonder why I don't use devices such as chastity belts or special futuristic body suits or nanomachines that would do all the things I write about, except instead of magic and psychic powers, it would be technology. Heck, one person basically outright said, "You should do everything you already do exactly as you do it, but you should just say it's because of futuristic nanotech instead of magic." Sorry folks, but I'm not going to do that, unless I get into one of those moods where I just do something I normally wouldn't for the sake of doing something different. Obviously, taste is subjective, and I'm not knocking people for preferring technology to magic and psionics. However, I'd like to explain my reasoning for it, nonetheless.

Now, the primary motivation for the tech preference seems to be twofold. Firstly, basing it in technology helps some people better pretend that it is real, because technology is real and currently advancing at such a fast rate, that in theory, super sex devices could become a reality, and some cases, do already exist. Even at its most basic, everyone can indulge in a chastity belt even if they don't have a mistress or master to hold their keys.

However, that element of it has never really impressed itself upon me. I guess I prefer magic and super powers, because when you get down to it, those superhuman abilities are simply exaggerated expressions of the innate power a human being already has, and thus, using superpowers to enhance sex is a means of further enhancing intimacy. Sex Mages fascinate me as a concept, because it's taking everything that is naturally powerful about a woman and ramping it up to superhuman levels. The Sex Magic lets women directly manipulate men's libidos and body, because a woman can already do that, and this is an enhanced expression of that. Her power reaches into him and overwhelms his senses because she is funneling part of herself into him, knowing his every intimate secret, and directly tugging on his strings to make him move and feel the way she wants. Even if she's playing the ice queen, sitting across the room with arms and legs crossed, and a bored expression on her face while her man is thrashing in ecstasy on the bed and she's holding back his orgasm, she's doing it by extending her power into him in a direct connection.

With the use of tech and devices, in my mind, it creates this disconnect, it takes away from the intimacy, and thus dulls the excitement and connection to the character. Sure, in real life a woman can just strap a vibrator on a man and leave him tied to a bed that way, and while some may find it hot, it doesn't do much for me if she's not in some way getting directly involved. It's just the guy and a cold, unfeeling machine mindlessly stimulating his genitals. At least have the woman cuddle with him, straddle his face, make him suck your toes, taunt him in a sultry voice, masturbate in full view of him, or something! Which is not to say I don't enjoy sex toys. A good vibrator is always a fun time. But storywise, its just not the same as a woman using telekinesis to give a man a handjob, even if she's on the other side of the city from him. Incidentally, this mentality is also why I despise chastity devices, and much prefer the idea of magically making a man unable to masturbate while his cock swings hard and free and desperate in front of him, ready to be played with by his mistress.

The second aspect is the illusion of a male being able to escape his device somehow creates a deeper thrill, because a woman having all the power with no hope for the man to escape is too boring. The possibility of escape means either the man still has some fight in him or there's the illusion that the woman still isn't quite in control and still needs to do more work to fully break him.

Well, okay, I'll admit, the woman being absolutely overpowering kind of what I like, so that even as much as the man may struggle, there's no chance for him to break free. That's just how I like it on a fantasy level, and it ties back to the intimacy thing. However, this also touches on a rather significant pet peeve of mine in fiction in general. Yes, with the chastity belt, there's a chance the guy could escape of his own will. But he won't. In every chastity-based story I've ever read, through whatever means, the man remains belted, and even though he may be teased with the idea of its removal, it only comes off and stays on at the woman's discretion. Even if by some miracle, the man gets the belt off, he either gets caught and it's put back on, or he ends up being so under the woman's control he submits to being belted again.

I get that for most people, this is an effective psychological element, but for me, it completely fails to interest me, because I know story wise it's a fake out. It's very much like in superhero stories wherein the superhero loses their powers and is forced to combat the villains or overcome a trial without their special abilities. Whenever I see this type of story, it always irritates me, because I know that regardless of how much the hero struggles, they pretty much cannot fail without their powers. This is because losing their powers means they gain super-special-plot-armor that protects them to an even stronger degree than when they have abilities, because point of the episode is to show how bad-ass the hero is or to hammer in the moral lesson that "even people without powers can be special!" I have never been able to buy into the illusion of greater danger because I know the hero is going to somehow bullshit their way to victory even when it should be impossible. In this same fashion, the whole element of "but he could escape the belt" holds no water for me.

You then might say, "Well, but then, its not true submission when the woman just overpowers the man with mind powers." I would also say that's not true; in my stories, the men do struggle, and they submit to the women, because that's the point of the story. We all know this. That's what we're here for. But this is also why I've never been a fan of mind-control stories that actually do erase or overwrite people's thoughts. Even against impossible odds, there is still a thrill in seeing someone struggle against power. In most stories, we like to see them succeed, in domination fantasy stories, we like to see them give in. You'll notice most of the time, the women in my stories leave the minds of their men intact, to fully appreciate what's happening to them and submit of their own free will. In the stories where that doesn't happen, it's usually because a supervillain is just using sex as a means of mind control for a greater plot beyond being merely a cocktease.

So, that's pretty much that. I can see why people might get bored with the women being so powerful and why magic is too out there to suspend disbelief, but this is where I come from on the matter.

Sami

ONE

Sami tried to navigate out of the way of the oncoming cluster of students, but with the stack of books she had, she couldn’t maneuver quick enough without spilling them. The cluster of students didn’t seem to care about this, and the tall, strapping young man almost directly in front of her didn’t bother getting out of the way. He glanced at her and barely hid a sneer as he purposefully angled his elbow to hit Sami’s shoulder, causing her to jerk back. Her books tumbled to the ground and she tripped over one, landing with a grunt on her hands and knees.

Sami sighed as she heard the young man let out a short guffaw, and his two buddies snickered as well. Two of the three girls with them giggled along, while one frowned, but didn’t say anything in Sami’s defense. Of course, she wouldn’t. Sami was a Demihuman. In their eyes, the mere fact that Sami was on a college campus and wasn’t either pulling weeds or pushing a mop was an affront to their sensibilities. Even here in the supposedly “open minded” nation of Argonia, Sami was a sub-human as far as most people, and even the law itself, were concerned.

Sami started assembling her stack of books, her long reddish-blond hair and long rabbit-like ears falling over her shoulders, forming a curtain around her face. She didn’t need to see the other students, and faculty, watching her. It’s not like any of them were going to—

“You need some help?”

Sami almost jumped at the voice, and looked up to see a white-haired young man with icy blue eyes looking down at her. He gave her a soft smile, and crouched down, helping pick up her things. “Uh… thank you…” said Sami, cautiously. She stood, hefting her mostly-complete stack, and waited for the boy set his part of the stack on top of hers. When he just kept them tucked under his arm, she gave him a perplexed look. “Um…”

“Where are you headed? Can’t be too far, right? I’ll help you carry these,” he said.

Kat's Boytoy - Wild Lust

It’s me, Kat the Esper again, for another little tale of erotic adventure!

A year and a half had gone by since I had first seduced Ben into being my sex slave. Just a couple weeks ago, we had attended a sort of swingers party with a group of kinky mages and had decided that, kinky as we ourselves were, that sort of thing wasn’t really up our alley. The experience also left us both feeling a little sexed out, so we hadn’t fooled around or anything since then. I knew by this point, however, Ben must be getting antsy; one of my psychic tricks was to put a limiter in his mind that prevented him from masturbating or achieving orgasm without my permission, and two weeks was quite a while for the poor guy to endure.

Usually, we had our fun over at my place, but I decided today I would surprise him. About mid-afternoon, once my classes were over, I popped over to his place. I spread my psychic senses out to make sure he was actually there. If not, I’d make myself comfortable and wait, but if so, I considered tricking his senses into not being able to see me, and then play a prank or two on him whilst I was “invisible.” Childish? Sure. Fun? Heck, yeah!

Wicked Sisters

ONE
“Kelly! Kelly come on, check this out! Come on, Kelly!”

Kelly Dayne sighed as her twin sister Katie nearly bounced in place at the foot of her bed. For a nineteen year old, she had the energy and enthusiasm of a nine year old sometimes. Kelly yawned and mumbled, “What time is it?”

“It’s half past noon, you slacker! Now come on! I gotta show you something!”

Kelly mumbled and got out of bed, not bothering to change out of her oversized shirt. She followed her sister to the adjacent bedroom, and said, “Alright, what’s the big deal?”

Katie giggled and held up a digital camcorder. “I’ve been practicing my Sex Magic! And I’ve gotten pretty good at it, too!” Kelly winced. She and Katie had only just gained Sex Magic all of a month ago, and while Katie seemed to be a real natural, Kelly still had trouble with the basics. “Listen! Can you sense it?”

Blindsided

The young woman at the bar seemed intent on being alone, despite being dressed to kill. Bedecked in an eye-catching red dress, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, she continued to sit at the bar, slowly sipping a Rum and Coke. Several slick-looking guys came over to hit on her, but before most of them even got the first word out, a piercing glance from her bright green eyes silenced them immediately. They would stop for a moment, as if paralyzed, then gulp, and dash off. Anyone who cared to look might have noticed them lewdly tenting their shorts as they did so. After a few moments, most of the people there opted to just leave her alone.

And so she sat for nearly two hours, watching people flirt and dance and drink, while the band on stage played a rocking beat. She seemed nearly ready to leave, when suddenly, someone entered the dance floor who immediately caught her eye. She smiled and watched as a tall, muscular clean cut young man sauntered into the crowd. Almost immediately, several women clustered around him, wanting to be the first to bump and grind with such a hearty specimen.

Map of Civero

Because, yeah, you people come here for the geography lessons.

First time making a fictional map, so I kept it pretty basic, didn't bother including terrain features like the Titan Mountains (which divides the three countries of Gran), the Elyss Desert (which separates Elyss from the rest of Sarkovia), and there's probably a couple hundred little islands I'm missing and I didn't bother with the major lakes and rivers that I'm sure are there somewhere, but most of those are probably too small to see at this scale anyway. So, not bad, I'd say, mostly shaped how I had it in mind, though I'm sure the figures are probably off from my guidebook descriptor. Oh, well. Funny, thing, actually had to make up the ocean names on the spot, since I never thought about those prior to this.


Yeah, I know, it ain't erotica. Sorry for the lack of content lately. Summar/fall just seems to be a less productive time for me, and I haven't fully resolved my writing conflicts yet.

Cruel Wife

Greg had only an hour left at work when he suddenly stiffened. He flushed red with embarrassment as his cock went almost instantly hard. He tried to hunker down in his cubicle, even though he knew that did absolutely nothing to keep his females co-workers from “hearing” his erection. He winced as his cock stiffened even further, becoming almost painfully hard. Letting out a breath, he reached for his cell phone, and answered the call before the first ring could sound.

Without waiting for a greeting, his wife Hannah said, “Come home. Now.”

“I’ve only got an hour left—” he said and winced as he felt five strong phantom fingers grip his testicles and squeeze. He sucked in a breath and grit his teeth. Stupid. He knew better than to even attempt resistance by now.

“You have five minutes. If you’re not in your car, heading home—” The fingers squeezed harder.

“Okay!” he yelped. She hung up, but the phantom hand didn’t slacken, and his cock stayed diamond hard. With shaking hands, he called his bosses office. “M-m-maggie, my wife needs me to—”

“Go ahead, Greg,” his boss said, an amused tone in her voice. “You’re almost done for the day anyway. Just come in early tomorrow… if you can.”

Kat's Boytoy - The Party

ONE

Ben was running down a corridor, through an empty house that seemed to just keep going. No matter how many doors he opened, or how many hallways he found, he could not seem to find any exit. I smiled and laughed as he ran around in circles, while I followed behind, a ghostly figure always just at his heels. He’d given me a merry chase, but his efforts were futile. This was a castle of my own creation, and no man could escape its twisting confines if I did not desire it. I chased him until he could run no more, and he finally collapsed onto his hands and knees, gasping.

I smiled and walked around to the front of him. He looked up and swallowed hard as he beheld my completely nude form. My body was too much for his mortal senses to bear and he shivered as lust rose quickly within him. Within seconds, he was utterly entranced, helpless as I leaned down and cupped his face in my hands.

“Poor little boy, no escape for you,” I said. I smiled wickedly at him. “You’re all mine now. Once my spell is complete, you will belong to me, body and soul.”

“N-n-no!” he whispered, fighting me with every ounce of his will. “You won’t… take me…”

I laughed and leaned forward, kissing him. He moaned in utter rapture, his body trembling, as my mere kiss filled his every nerve with pleasure. I pulled away, and he all but hung in my grasp, gasping for breath. I could see his cock straining to escape his pants. I laughed, and with a wave of my hand, his clothes vanished, leaving him as naked as myself.

“Fight me as much as you like,” I said sweetly. “In the end, you will submit to me.”

“I w-won’t…” he said. “Y-you won’t… b-beat me!”

I chuckled, and leaned close, whispering into his ear. He shuddered as my breath tickled him. “Well, then, I propose a little challenge. If I make you cum with just my kiss, you will be mine. But if you can resist, I suppose I might give you another chance to run.”

Without waiting for a reply, I kissed him again, and he let out a loud moan. He brought his hands up to try and push me away. However, he could not bring himself to do so, and instead he clutched at me. He was shaking, hips bucking, as I continued to kiss him, overwhelming him with inhuman levels of pleasure. He tried to fight me, he really, did, but it was too much, too fast, and despite straining with every once of his will, his submission was inevitable…

Red Handed

Oh, thank god, thought Kevin, as he watched his parents drive off. They were going to be gone all weekend, visiting a friend over in the next state. Likewise, his older sister was off at college, while his younger sister had, for the sake of her sanity, moved in with their aunt once her powers kicked in. For Kevin, this would be the first time in quite a while that he had the house to himself, completely free of women. And that meant he could finally take care of the ache between his legs without worrying about disturbing anyone else.

Thankfully, his mother was a conservative. She considered the whole practice of sealing a boy’s ability to masturbate or orgasm once they came of age to be downright cruel and barbaric. So, she had never done that to her son, even though he was now 20 years old, and yes, still living with his folks. But! Only because, since he’d been taking classes at a local college, it was cheaper to remain living at home than living in the dorms, especially  when he only lived five miles from campus.

Just A Little Scene: Some Help

Andrew grit his teeth as he tossed and turned. His cock was hard as fucking steel and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. But his damnable step-sister Becky… he could hear her moaning through the walls, the sound of at least two vibrators buzzing away inside her. She was masturbating again, for the tenth night in a row, and it was driving Andrew insane!

She knew exactly what she was doing to him, too. She knew she had no control over her Sex Magic yet; she’d only had it for a month. When she was aroused, she radiated that arousal to all the men nearby. When she masturbated, it filled the men with incredible need, giving them intense “hard attacks.” Andrew wanted nothing more than to reach down and touch himself, to jack off like he used to be able to, before he turned 18, and his masturbation and orgasms became legally sealed away by his step-mother.

Magic prevented him from touching himself. His family never allowed him to masturbate no matter how much he begged, how well he behaved, or how many chores he did to perfection. His step-mother considered the practice utterly vile. And Becky, well, she could care less. She’d never liked him. She didn’t hate him, exactly, but she made a point to be utterly indifferent to him. Even after three years, she could care less how her new power affected him.

Apparently, Becky had always been an excessive masturbator (for a girl) or she her new powers just pumped her libido to an all-time high. She’d had the magic for 32 days. She’d masturbated for at least 28 of them, and every time, Andrew had to lie there and suffer. His balls throbbed with pain and his cock jerked in the air, desperate to be touched by something, anything to bring relief. But he couldn’t even hump the mattress; even if he could, it would bring no relief.

Finally, he could stand it no more; confronting Becky would do no good. He’d pounded on her door one night, yelling for her to stop. She’d just tripled the flow of arousal, until Andrew was curled into a ball in the hallway, crying with painful need. She took an extra long time finishing herself that night. His only recourse was to call his friend for pity.

He dialed Angela’s number. A childhood friend, Angela lived only four blocks away. She was the only girl who remotely pitied him. In the last seven months, he’d managed to get only three orgasms, and they’d all been from her.

Angela answered with a sleepy, “H’lo?”

“Angela,” he gasped. “Help! Please!”

There was a sigh. “Becky’s really killing you isn’t she? Jeez, I can sense your cock from here!” She made a small gasp. “God, it sounds painful.”

“It is! Please, can you do something? I’ll do anything you want, let you borrow my car for a week, I’ll do your history essay, anything!”

There was pause. “Make it two weeks and my history and english essay.”

“I-I-I don’t know… I n-need the car next week for…”

“You want to cum this month or not?”

“Yes! Okay, two weeks! And both essays!”

“You realize if I make you cum, that’s not going to stop Becky from affecting you.”

Andrew let out a groan as the arousal spiked up as Becky came hard. For a moment, he hoped she might stop early for the night, but no, she was just getting started. And then, it got worse… he felt the effects of a second wave of arousal!

Oh, god, no, please, no! His step-mom almost never masturbated, since she had his dad to service her. But he was out of town. Maybe tonight, she just decided to indulge. Or maybe it was his neighbor Jenny. She’d just turned 19 last week. Was she already awakening to the power?

Andrew let out a shuddering cry as the dual waves of lust threatened to completely overtake his senses. He shook as he lay on the bed, the pressure in his genitals crushing his sanity.

“Well, what’s it going to be, Andrew?” said Angela. “I’d like to go back to sleep now.”

“Do it! PLEASE!”

Angela yawned. “Alright. Tomorrow morning. If I remember.”

“What?”

“I told you, if I made you spurt now, it wouldn’t help you too much. You’d still be soaking in their magic, and you’d be just as desperate, and your cock would hurt even more from having just cum. Heck, you might even experience some nice post-orgasm torture.”

Then, Andrew could almost hear her grin as she said, “Unless you’d like to feel that?” He felt a wet, soft mouth close over his cock. He stiffened as the phantom mouth slooooowly slid down his cock, then slooooowly slid up to the tip.

“Ah! No! Please don’t!”

“Why not?  I am getting a little tired of you always begging for help.” The sensation continued, a long, slow agonizing loop. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be enough to make him cum, but as insanely aroused as the waves of lust were making him feel, a single swipe of a feather could make him shoot off.

He cried out as he felt something shift slightly deep inside him, and he knew his orgasm blocker had been temporarily lifted. He grit his teeth as he tried not to cum just yet. “Well, try to hold it in as long as you can. I’m going back to bed. I expect your car to be in my drive way tomorrow night.”

“Angela, wait—!”

“Night-night,” she said and hung up.

Andrew thrashed as he clutched the sides of his bed in a death grip. He fought as hard as he could to hold back, even though every cell in his body was absolutely dying for release. But if he spurted now, the torment would only get worse! Much worse! Oh, god… he could do it… he had to do it… if the mouth stayed this slow and light, he might just be able to hold until Becky and the mysterious second masturbator finished for the night. If he could just—

Then Becky all but howled as she activated a third vibrator. Andrew didn’t even last another five seconds. But Becky, and the second woman, kept going for nearly two more hours… 

Sheila

ONE

“There must be some mistake,” said Kevin told the representative standing before him. “I didn’t ask for this.” He cocked his thumb at the young demihuman woman who had been presented to him. The young woman bowed her head, looking even smaller as she stood in the large office.

“I assure you, sir, do not let her small stature mislead you,” said the other man, giving Kevin a warm smile. “She is quite strong and nimble. And her smaller size will make it easier to house her.”

“Easier to get underfoot, too.”

“She also won’t require as much food.”

Kevin eyed the young demihuman woman thoughtfully. She was a Rouccuan of the more feline persuasion, with a cat-like tail, ears, and eyes, and a jaguar-patterned coat of short, fine fur over her body. Kevin noted that her fangs and claws had been surgically removed. The Rouccuan kept her gaze lowered, but kept sneaking glances upwards at her prospective buyer.

“You’re sure she speaks Ashi?” said Kevin.

“Quiet well,” said the man. “See for yourself.”