Just A Little Scene: Teasing Relaxation

Taneesha let out a relaxed sigh as she lay back on her bed and softly stroked the lips of her pussy. She’d spent a long, hard day at the warehouse and her whole body ached from twelve hours of hauling boxes and loading and unloading crates. Now, it was time to unwind and ease out the stiffness and aches, and there was nothing better for that, than a little Sex Magic. Still single at the moment, this did not stop Taneesha from accessing male energies as she pleasured herself.

Closing her eyes, she cast out her sexual senses, even as she slowly rolled her clit between two fingers, warming herself up. She could sense the cocks of men for miles around, all in various states of stiffness, but she had a few specific ones she liked to play with. Even over the distance of an entire state, she could home in on a helpless penis, tease it, and it would send back the resulting sexual energy to her. Filling her not only with psychic pleasure, but also energizing the healing properties of the Magic, repairing the strained and sore muscles and even maintaining her physical youth. What “lucky” men were going to help her in this task today?

Hmm… let’s see… who to pick? There were about two dozen cocks she had psychically “marked” as hers. She knew she wasn’t the only one to do so in some cases, and she did pity the poor boys (usually single men not yet under the control, and protection, of a wife, girlfriend or mistress), who had multiple women teasing them at random. But pity only went so far. She, a woman, was in need of pleasure and comfort, and that was worth more than any man’s silly need for relief.

You Asked For It

Molly cocked an eyebrow at her husband, her expression showing a mixture of amusement and concern. “Hank, are you sure you want me to do this?” She stood in their bedroom, fully dressed, looking subtly sexy in her suit and glasses as she stood over her husband.

Her husband, nude and laying on the bed nodded. He was blushing a little, but his cock was rock hard and twitching with excitement. “Yes. Please. I know it sounds nuts, but I really want to try this.”

“Okay. Just so we’re clear. I won’t be back to release you for seven hours at the earliest.”

“I know.”

“And you want it to last the entire time, non-stop?”

Hank nodded vigorously. Molly let out a half-sigh, half-chuckle and motioned to him. Hank felt her magic take hold of his body, forcing his limbs spread eagle, and then freezing him in place. With a twitch of her finger, Hank then levitated into the air, still stiffly spread eagle, his cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He hovered about two feet off the bed like that.

“Last chance to back out,” said Molly as she poised her hand. Hank shook his head. Molly shrugged and twitched a finger again, and Hank was frozen almost completely, his whole body stiff as a statue. All he could do now was blink and breathe, and his cock could still twitch and jerk. Molly then wriggled her fingers briefly over Hank’s cock, and he gasped. He could feel the sensation of soft, tickling feathers, and wet, velvety tongues stroking and licking his cock.

Hank groaned. “J-jeez,” he murmured through his partly open mouth. “Kind of… intense… to start...”

“Good,” said Molly. She leaned over and gave him a deep kiss, then said, “Have fun now, sweetie.”

“Th-thank you,” said Hank. He let out a soft moan as two phantom tongues licked a very sensitive spot on his cock, lingering as they went. “L-love you!”

Molly smiled, then leaned down and gave the tip of his penis a quick kiss. “I love you, too. See you tonight.” With that, she walked out the door, shaking her head in amusement. Honestly. Her husband was such a freak. She knew plenty of women liked to use their newfound Sex Magic to playfully torment their husbands, but Molly had not originally been into the idea. Ironically, Hank very much had been into the idea of a female dominant sex life. Molly had been more than willing to take it easy on her husband, but Hank turned out to be a real sensual masochist. Given the benefits of magical cockteasing, Molly had no problem going along with it, even if her silly, horny husband’s ideas were a bit wild.

Like today. He’d been wanting for weeks now to have Molly do something he’d read about on an orgasm denial forum. He’d wanted her to use her magic to bind him in place, and then continuously stimulate his penis, testicles, even his asshole, with magical, phantom touches all day. The idea intimidated him, but he could not get it out of his mind. So today, Molly decided to indulge him. As he stayed at home, helplessly suffering constant stimulation without relief, the output of his sexual energy would be imbuing Molly with energy all day.

She was a little worried he might be utterly out of his mind by the time she got home. But she could easily use her magic to check up on him hourly, see how he was doing, and stop if it seemed like it was too much. He should be okay. She’d just allowed him to have an orgasm five days ago, so he wasn’t too backed up. After today, however, five days might seem like five weeks!

Kat's Boytoy: Zoa Blues

NOTE: This story takes place after Kat’s Boytoy: The Party and Kat’s Boytoy: Wild Lust

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Kat and I am an Esper, a person gifted with psychic powers. For over a year and a half now, I have been enjoying an intensely kinky BDSM relationship with my boytoy, Ben. Instead of whips and chains and chastity belts, however, I use my mental abilities in all sorts of ways to dominate him, sensually tormenting his body and mind until he can’t stand it anymore, forcing him to please me while I tease him with only occasionally blessings of relief. If it sounds a bit harsh, don’t worry. It’s always been in good fun. I can be pretty intense with my sadism sometimes, but he’s a total masochist for my brand of psychic sex play, so it all works out.

At least, it used to. But all good things have to end someday, right? Ben came over to my place the other night, and I could tell he wasn’t bringing good news. Just heading to the door, I could feel the mix of emotions, mainly anxiety, emanating off him. When a person was that wound up, I didn’t have to pry to sense what they were feeling. Ben swallowed hard when I opened the door and gave him a smile, hoping to ease his mood. “Hello, boytoy. You aren’t due for another couple of days. Feeling tense already?”

“Already” was a bit of a joke. We’d incorporated orgasm denial into our sexual play since the beginning. I used to let him pop at least once a week, usually twice, but after last summer, I got into the habit of extending the time between climaxes. I loved to make him cum, but I also enjoyed feeling his sexual excitement and frustration wash over me as we fucked. I now usually let him pop only once every two weeks. Sometimes I’d extend it to three if I was feeling especially wicked. It drove him absolutely crazy, but when I did finally let him cum, it was unlike any orgasm most men get to experience in their lives. Trust me, I made sure it was worth it.

However, as he stood at the door looking almost pensive, his nine day stretch of blue balls seemed the last thing on his mind. I frowned a bit. “Are you alright?” I said.

“Kat, we, uh… we need to talk…” he said. 

Slashing the Veil: The Year 100 Story (Unfinished)

100 years have passed since Sex Magic came to Earth, empowering all adult women on the planet, and rendering men their helpless playthings. No one has ever managed to discover its origin. No one has ever found a way to empower men. Until now...

NOTES FROM THE FUTURE: I am reposting this story in July of 2021, but backdating it to it's approximate original posting date for the sake of the backlog record.

This was one of the earliest stories to take the then-new Sex Mage World setting I was developing and solidly mix it with genre fiction elements I was more used to writing. My original idea for the Sex Mage World was to do a single anthology book of ten stories, charting changes to the world over the course of one hundred years, each story set in a different decade, featuring a different situation and cast per story scenario. The final chapter would have been this story, the Year 100 story, where in a group of men are able to contact eldritch horrors to empower themselves in what was to become an apocalyptic battle between mad monster-infused cultists and Sex Mage super soldiers, each trying to determine the fate of the world.

This idea was so early in development, that it predates even the Apocalypse Timeline, although the ideas put forth here would sow the seeds for it. This was before Cascade Events, Pandoras, the Cult of Temael, Centurion crossovers, Megamis, Archmages, and even Queendoms had been conceived of. I believe this is also the first mention of a Lust Energy Dynamo. In fact, the original idea even pre-dates the Cult Wars, so their mention in this story is something I must have added in later. "Slashing the Veil", as presented here, is technically the second or third draft of the original story.

If I recall correctly, the origins of Sex Magic in this timeline would be revealed to be a sheer cosmic accident. It turns out magic is actually possible in this reality through ritual communion with extra dimensional spirits from abstract higher realities. The problem is that successfully contacting said spirits only works under cosmological conditions so astronomically precise, that the number of successful times anyone in all of human history has managed to cast a spell could be counted on two hands. In this case, in 2010, a group of college girls, while drunk, attempted to cast a Love Spell as joke exercise, and ended up catching the attention of one of these alien spirits, this one aligned to the concepts of lust and love. Invisible to the girls' mortal senses, the spirit appeared in their room without the girls knowing it. Not understanding what the girls actually wanted, the spirit would grant them Sex Magic, and then leave. Because of how the Magic worked, however, it ended up being contagious. And that's how, through a complete cosmic accident, Sex Magic spread across Earth, with no one ever finding out the reason why.

It takes 100 Years for the next successful spell to be cast. This time, a group of insane cultists just happened to catch the attention of, and achieve successful communion with, a group of Death Spirits, which fuse themselves into the men partaking in the ritual. These Death Spirit Men work as genocidal terrorists, hoping to use an immense bloodletting ritual to summon an even more powerful spirit that would strip Sex Magic away from the world. The spirit would, of course, probably kill or consume most, if not all, life on Earth to do it, but the Death Spirit Men were too far gone to care. That, or they mistakenly believe they can control the summoning enough to get rid of the Magic, and then banish the stronger spirit back to it's realm before it can kill everyone, but the odds of succeeding at that is so low, there is no way they could pull it off.

The only people able to stop the Death Spirit Men are a squad of specially trained Sex Mage Super Soldiers, who would eventually be the basis for the Special Task Force in Apocalypse Timeline.

Enter Daniel, who becomes host to a Justice Spirit, a minor entity that slipped through into the world when the Death Spirit Men performed their ritual, a cosmic coincidence of unfathomable odds. This turns out to be a great boon, however, as the Justice Spirit turns Daniel in a superhuman whenever he engages in an act of Justice. However, it turns out Justice is subjective, and Daniel must decide what is truly more Just... stopping the Death Spirit Men, or helping them rid the world of a Magic that has, in his view, ruined civilization. Daniel, of course, does the right thing in choosing to side with the Super Soldiers, because for all the Sex Magic has done, potential extinction of the human race is a cure far worse than the disease.

In the end, Daniel and the Soldiers would succeed, stopping the summoning ritual just in time, killing off the last of the Death Spirit Men. However, in doing so, the Justice Spirit is sacrificed in the effort, and Daniel is rendered a normal man once again, in a world where men are treated as sub-human utilities. While the Soldiers promise to protect him and provide an abuse-free living situation for his service to the world, Daniel cannot get over the existential dread of his fate. The leader of the Soldiers offers him a final option, giving him her gun, and leaving him to decide whether or not to shoot himself. It is implied that he does so, but I was open to the idea that he instead opts to embrace his future, and planned to maybe leave the ending ambiguous.

"Slashing the Veil" was never completed, in large part because I found it way too depressing. This was about the time it was hitting me just how fucked up the Sex Mage World could actually be when you took it seriously as a setting, and it actually bothered me not insignificantly at the time, especially when the only conclusion I could come to was that the main character would likely kill himself at the end.

As well, I was already making a big shift in the canon, officially folding the Sex Mage World into the Erotic Adventures timeline, with SMW Earth existing in the same galaxy as Civero. As such, it seemed like a no-brainer to change the Death Spirit Men into Temael's Cultists, but this also prompted me to canonize the Centurions crossover story, and start really working on expanding the lore; Slashing the Veil got put to the side, but would ultimately still be the basis for the Apocalypse Timelines major world-shaking events, namely the Cult Wars that forced a fundamental restructuring of society in 2020, and the inevitable Apocalypse that comes in 2030.

Moreover, there was simply the logistics of, I realized that society would have been much more significantly changed by Year 100, not just from the magic, but due to emerging technologies and unpredictable shifts in the global economy and geo-political landscape. With a new origin for the Magic being the result of the machinations of Temael's agents, it also just mad sense to accelerate the timeline for when the battles for the world would occur, and the major changes to society that would result.

Moreover still, aside form the story being depressing in the end, I also found it difficult to juggle eroticism into the work at all. This first part shown below is just about all the actual sexual content, particularly of the type my readers had come to expect even by then, and after that, it's pretty much all action scenes and pity party dialogue. Overall, a pretty miserable time.

And then, of course, came the reboot I did in 2016, which eradicated all the non-Sex Magic elements from the Sex Mage World, in an attempt to assert a purer vision of the concept... at least until I backpeddled and ended up re-introducing genre elements through the Sex Mage Multiverse.

So, that's one thing I guess you can take away from all this. Somewhere, out there, in the myriad timeline of the Multiverse, the events of Year 100, Slashing the Veil, and any of its other renditions, have probably happened. I still have no interest in returning to this story, especially after so long, but at the time, I ended up posting what I had, because I at least thought this opening bit is worth reading. I had removed it during the reboot, but a recent message from a reader wanting to read it again has prompted me to go ahead and put it back up. While now horribly outdated, I suppose it is still interesting to track the development of the Sex Mage World concept as I worked on it over the years.

Adams Teasing Afternoon

Adam was just stepping out of the shower, when his cock suddenly went erect. It was the unbidden erection of a forced hard-on. Somewhere, a woman was using her Magic, broadcasting waves of lust. Adam flushed, his heartbeat quickening, as he felt a very sudden, and very intense, surge of arousal wash over him. His cock got even harder, and he gasped as it swelled to full mast, then maximum tension, then seemingly even further. The veins bulged and the color of his cock darkened with the pressure. Adam had to put a hand to the wall to steady himself as he felt briefly lightheaded from the sudden “hard attack.”

And then he felt the phantom hand lightly grasp his cock, tugging him towards the door. Knowing resistance was futile, Adam exited the bathroom, leaving the towel behind. His wife was home and in the mood. Well, no need to keep her waiting! Except… Adam froze as he got halfway down the hall, and heard the giggling of several women. He blushed fiercely. Oh, no, she wouldn’t, not again!

Adam tried to back up towards the bedroom and grab a robe, but the hand on his cock gripped him firmly, not allowing him to back up. Swallowing hard, he hesitantly stepped forward, trembling a little. Damn it, Maggie knew how humiliating this was for him! And yet, how arousing it could be. His already impossibly hard cock twitched in anticipation as he neared the entrance to the living room. The phantom hand tugged a bit more insistently.

Playful Heather

 Heather looked up from her magazine as she suddenly sensed her husband getting a very strong erection. She glanced over to him, sitting on the couch watching the television. Duncan squirmed a bit and had to adjust himself. Heather gave him an amused smirk as he glanced over to her inquisitively.

“Thinking of something naughty?” Heather said. She brushed her curly brown hair back, tucking a strand behind her ear in that way she knew Duncan found unbearably sexy-cute.

He shook his head. “N-no,” he said. “Are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing a thing sweetie,” she said. Duncan then gasped and his body tensed. Heather focused her senses, and could tell he was feeling the effects of two phantom mouths lovingly licking and sucking his cock. Duncan let out a moan and gripped the couch cushions tightly. “Oh, my. Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer who wants to show her appreciation! Have you been fooling around behind my back?”

“No!” said Duncan. He winced as the mouths sucked him harder, the tongues swirling and stroking his sensitive cock in just the right places. “A-are you sure you’re not doing this?”

“Girl scout’s honor!” said Heather, holding up a three finger solute. And she really wasn’t this time. Aside from her husband, she could sense the erections of at least a dozen other men in the neighborhood, being stimulated by the same double-blowjob signals. It was impossible to trace the origin point, but it was clear some woman, or perhaps several women, in the neighborhood were casting a wide spell signal, broadcasting the blowjob sensations to any man who happened to be in range. Perhaps the twins down the street? They should be just getting into their powers about now. 

Stan's Strange Encounter

Few men in the world could make their own way these days. But those that could were afforded a unique luxury of freedom. Living in the protected wild lands of the former state of Colorado, Stan led a simple life, if a rough one. Today, he was fishing, hoping to catch some trout in a small lake. Leaning back in his boat with a six pack and an old portable cassette player, he serenely took in the morning beauty. The air was clear, with only a few clouds in the sky, and a light breeze to cool down the warmth of the sun.
 
Peaceful.
 
And then, Stan felt his cock go hard. He jumped. He hadn’t been thinking about sex. He hadn’t been about to fall asleep, which sometimes signaled his cock to have a nice stretch out for a bit. Just, suddenly, we was at complete shrivel to full mast, and with alarming speed. His cock got stuck pointing down, and strained uncomfortably inside his jeans. He had to open his fly and pull it free to let it swell fully. He now had to try and close his pants around his erection, a dubious mission when his cock insisted on getting even harder! He wasn’t just hard, he was at maximum tension! His whole cock darkened a bit from the excess rush of blood and the veins bulged along its length.
 
He wasn’t the least bit aroused and he didn’t have uncontrollable erections on his own. That meant this had to be the work of Sex Magic. Stan grit his teeth. Damn it! This is exactly why he lived in a cabin in the woods in the first place! To get away from this sort of thing! He quickly scanned the area, looking towards the shore to see if he could spot any mischievous girls, perhaps some female campers who had spotted him and decided to pull a prank. But he couldn’t see anyone. So where was thi—
 
And suddenly, there was a tremendous booming splash not twenty feet from his boat as something dropped from the sky at terminal velocity. Stan jerked back with a shout, clutching at the edges of the boat as a wave swept over him and threatened to capsize him. However, he and the boat managed to stay upright, if soaked, and once the water calmed some, he looked over the side to see what could possibly have hit the water like that. He blinked in surprise when he saw a young woman with long black hair, dressed in some kind of stylized Gothic Lolita dress, floating face down in the water. Seeing her, Stan winced as his cock began to throb intensely.