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.”

Teased Tutor

It’s a boring spring day at school. We’re both seniors, in math class, pre-calculus. You are really good at math, always eager to answer questions in class and always being the one person to break the curve. Because of this, though, you’re kind of pegged as the nerd of the class. Even though you’re pretty cute, most girls are more interested in the jocks.

Because of this, you are a virgin, and worse still, you turned 18 two months ago. As per societal decree, upon your 18^th birthday, you are no longer pleasure yourself, initiate sex, or cum without help from a female. Sex Magic binds you to these rules, making it physically and psychologically impossible for you do these things. Unfortunately, you’re mother is no longer with you, and you have no siblings, meaning you can’t even rely on a female family member to help you out. Maybe your aunt, if she didn’t live halfway across the world. And wasn’t a complete bitch. And, so, you suffer in silence, your balls aching, but with no chance to do anything about it. The other girls won’t give you the time of day.

Just A Little Scene: Created

She heard voices as she slowly awoke. She groaned and opened her eyes, waiting for her vision to shift into focus. She was laying on a bed, naked, numerous pads and wired and needles stuck into her. She also felt wet, as though she had just been pulled from a bath. Standing over her were several women and men in lab coats and doctor’s masks. A light shone done over her and its light was harsh to her eyes.

“Okay, here we are,” said one of the men. “She’s awake.” He pushed the light back and leaned over her. “Welcome to the world,” he said. “I am Dr. Kathix. I am one of your creators.”

She looked at him confused. “Creator?” she said, her voice sounding weak and strained.

“Yes,” he said. “Do you feel well enough to sit up?”

“I guess,” she said. Several hands grabbed her and helped her up. She felt weak, as though she’d been bedridden for several weeks. However, after a moment, she was able to orient herself, and she sat up without the need for support. Her thoughts were becoming clearer, and her awareness sharper. She looked around, and could make out the features of the doctors better, her eyes adjusting to the light. She was in a hospital room, with several machines beeping as they took readings of her pulse and who knows what else. The equipment wasn’t a standard heart monitor. There were a total of eight doctors surrounding her.

Just A Little Scene: Special Delivery

Sandy opened the door while still topless, her pert breasts free for all to see.

“Hello, I have a pizza for—” the pizza boy’s eyes went wide as saucers. “Oh, wow, um…”

Sandy giggled at the young man’s utterly stunned expression. “Yeah, that’s us,” she said. She reached over and took the box, setting it down, and handed him a twenty dollar bill. She leaned close, and traced a finger along the growing bulge in his pants. “You keep the change, hon,” she said, and the boy let out a quaky groan. “And, if you could one little thing for me?” He nodded dumbly. “Think about me when you masturbate tonight?”

She traced along the bulge again, and it flexed lewdly. He let out a gasp, then blurted out, “I c-c-can’t! My girlfriend! I-I-I’m not allowed!” He blushed furiously.

Sandy opened her eyes and put a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. “You’re not allowed?!” She wagged her finger at him. “You shouldn’t let your girlfriend boss you around! Why, if my girlfriend told me I couldn’t masturbate, I’d tell her to stuff it!”

“B-but I can’t help it!” he gulped, blushing furiously. “She used her Magic, and now I, uh, I can’t!”

“Oh, my,” said Sandy, not quite able to hide a grin. “That must suck! So, how long as that been going on?”

“Please, can I just go? I have to get back to do more deliveries?”

“Just answer my question, please,” said Sandy, reaching down and tracing the bulge once more.

“Thuh-thuh-three weeks!” he squeaked.

“Goodness! I can barely go a day without touching myself!” Sandy giggled as his eyes went wide as saucers, and the thought of her masturbating filled his mind. His eyes zeroed in on her exposed chest as he imagined her playing with her nipples. “Well, I hope she’s letting you cum regularly at least.”

The young man shook his head, still entranced by her breasts.

“Hey, up here slick!” she said, pushing his head up with a finger to his chin. He swallowed and forced himself to look her in the eyes. “So, that’s a no, huh? Well, how often then?”

“Only twice every w-week,” he said, voice thick with lust.

“Oh, well, that’s not so bad!” said Sandy. “Honestly, for a moment there, I was starting to feel sorry for you, but twice a week is plenty!” She leaned closer, and said, “You know, a lot of men are lucky to cum twice a month!” He shivered as her breasts nearly brushed against his chest. His hands shook as he instinctively began to reach up to touch them.

Immediately, she slapped his hands away and gave him an angry look. “Woah! Down boy! Bad! Did I say you could touch my breasts?”

“No!” he squeaked.

“Did I say you could even look at them?” she said. She thrust her chest out as she did so, and it was only through a Herculean effort that he did not drop his gaze back to them. In fact, he actually looked to the ceiling to avoid them. “Well?!”

“No! Please, I have to go!”

“Apologize first!” she snapped.

“I’m sorry!” he said.

“Look me in the eyes when you say it!”

He tried to look her in the eyes, but she thrust her chest out once more, and his gaze instinctively dropped to her tits. “Hey!” she yelled. “You did it again!”

The poor boy couldn’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry!” he shouted, squeezing his eyes shut and turning to run. However, before he could even turn halfway, he suddenly froze. His eyes flew open, wild, and he looked at her with terror. Sandy smiled as she admired her handiwork. It was the first time in a while that she’d instantly frozen a man in place with her magic; she was pleased at how well she bound him with just a split second to act.

“Rude!” she said. “I don’t even know if I should pay you for such rude service.” She reached out and grabbed the twenty out of his hand. His brow furrowed, but he could not move to stop her.

“Please, I can’t just return without the payment!” he said.

“I’m sure your manager will understand when she finds out you were ogling my tits,” she said. She laughed as he started to protest, “Oh, yes, I know your manager is a woman; just a couple years older than you, at that. I can see your little jerk-off fantasies about her. Well, former jerk-off fantasies. I can see why your girlfriend cut you off.”

He trembled. “Oh, god,” he said. “Look, I’ll pay for the pizza! Just please, let me go!”

“Now, now, I’m just teasing. Of course I won’t steal a pizza! I want you guys to deliver to me in the future, after all.” She giggled, and reached over, tracing the bulge once more. She could sense his cock flex mightily, and his balls start to clench against his body. He was maybe on stroke from cumming, and he accentuated this with a lustful gasp. “In fact, I’d really like it if it was you next time. I’d like to know how your girlfriend reacted to her boy coming home with a stain in his pants.”

“What, wait, no!” he said, but then his mouth was sealed shut. He could only stand there, helpless, as Sandy slowly unzipped his pants, and slid the twenty, along with an extra five, inside his open fly. She made sure to drag the bill in such a way that it slipped through the slit of his boxers and grazed the bare skin of his ragingly hard cock. He let out a loud moan and shuddered as this was more than he could take. He instantly exploded in his pants, one shot, two shots, thre—

He let out a muffled scream as Sandy made a pinching motion with her two fingers and the pizza boy’s orgasm was immediately shut off, mid-spurt. His body shuddered as the semen was forced back down, slowly, torturously, until his balls were almost refilled. Then, Sandy gave him a smack on the ass and he could move again.

Sandy laughed her ass off watching him go, as he stumbled, wincing and moaning back to the car, pulling the cum-covered money from his crotch, face beet red with frustration and shame.

A Little Spell

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