Found and Lost

ENTRY 1

I’m not sure who will ever end up reading this, but I’ve decided to keep this journal for the purpose of… honestly, I don’t know. Evidence on the off chance I get rescued, and my captor can be prosecuted? Maintaining my own sanity? Staving off the boredom of nothing better to do most of the time?

My name is Art, short for Arthur. I’m writing this all down because I have become a prisoner to a woman with whom I had a brief fling a year or two before she gained her Sex Mage powers. And lucky me, she ended up being one of those Archmage freaks, the ones who don’t just block your orgasms and give you psychic handjobs, but who can do crazy shit like breathe fire and duplicate themselves and shapeshift. In her case, she gained the power to alter people’s size. Make herself a giantess or shrink down men. That’s what she did to me.

Let me back up. I met this girl, Beth, at a frat party, in college. I was twenty-one, she was barely eighteen. This was a year before Sex Magic ever appeared; this was well before every woman on earth gained the power to psychically control men’s bodies and minds through our dicks. I’m drunk and I’m horny, and I see this cute little piece of ass, timidly in the corner. I come on a little heavy, I guess. If I’m being honest, I don’t remember the night totally clearly. But I remember, Beth, she didn’t put up any sort of fight. I don’t think she was drunk at all. She was just painfully shy. Like, I’m hitting on her, and she’s just blushing and stuttering, and I dunno man, there’s just something about young, nervous virgins that just makes me want to bed them and break them in, ruin them for all other men, you know? That’s what my dumb-ass drunk self thought back then, anyway.

Reading this over, it seems like I raped her, doesn’t it? I know how this goes. Guy and girl meet at a party, they’re drunk, they sleep together, don’t remember what happened, but she regrets it, so she charges him with rape. Or he regrets it and doesn’t call her afterwards, and she gets ticked and charges him with rape as revenge.

Well, I didn’t rape her. I came on aggressive, but she never said no or pushed away my hands. She was just too shy to make the first moves. Once I got her into a room, she let me do whatever. She was crying out and moaning and letting me do anything I wanted. I like to imagine I plowed her for hours until she couldn’t take anymore, but I’m pretty sure I shot off in like five minutes and passed out. I blame the booze.

Anyway. I wake up the next morning. She’s still definitely a cutey, but not my usual lay, not by my sober standards anyway. I leave her at the frat house, still asleep. Somehow, she got my number off my phone, though, because she’s texting me the next day. I try to ignore her, but she figures out where my dorm room is and confronts me there. I’m afraid at first she’s gunna say she’s pregnant, but no, she just wanted to see me again.

Look, I felt a little bad, okay, nobody likes being the receiving end of a pump and dump, I get it. But this girl just wasn’t my type. We hung out a little bit, and she was just a complete bore. Talking about clothes and the dumb shit she posted on Facebook and whatever. I let her give me a couple handjobs, but she wasn’t even good at them. She didn’t let me fuck her again, saying she wanted to keep it special and “do it for real when the time is right” whatever the fuck that means.

After a week of this crap, I dump her. She’s real upset, but I just put my foot down and cold shoulder her until she takes a hint. After a couple weeks, she stops talking to me.

A year later, Sex Magic appears.

Phallica #01

It was way too late for me to be out and about. I was way too old to be dressing up in black spandex and a domino mask and go running around in the bad end of town. I was way too out of my depth to be hiding in a warehouse trying to do some kind of sting operation on a drug deal. I should have been back at my apartment, studying for my finals. But that was the thing about being a college student living on your own, your parents weren’t there to force you to be good. At twenty-one, I shouldn’t need my parents to do that anyway. But then, I also shouldn’t have mysteriously gained the power to psychically control penises.

You heard me.

In a world where it seems like one in every million people end up with crazy super powers, that still leaves… uh… wait how many people are there in the world? Six-point-three billion or something? So, that still leaves several thousand people with super powers running around. And I’m one of them. And I get something ridiculous like being able to give men boners with just a thought. Still, I’ve heard of worse. There was that one crook who got the power to change the color of their skin. He thought he could use it to camouflage himself. He didn’t think about the fact that his clothes didn’t change with him.

Dealing with Minors

DISCLAIMER: This article is not intended for titillation purposes. This article holds no sexually explicit content, no eroticism, and does not involve any specific characters, fictional or real, of any age. This should be treated as an informative and largely clinical descriptor of a fictional setting. It is not intended as a sexual story involving minors. Quite the opposite: this article is about avoiding that very scenario as much as possible within the setting.

Male Employment

In a world where women have instant, easy access to superhuman physical prowess, knowledge, and skills just by making a man aroused, this creates certain challenges to the basic functions of society. How exactly can men contribute to the workforce in a world where their physical and mental prowess are mostly made obsolete?

Should Have Stayed In Bed

He let out a gasp as his cock surged, right as he heard female moaning through the walls. Oh, Jesus, Molly was having sex and playing with her boyfriend all night again. Caleb already been rock hard just from natural horniness, but now he could tell Molly was letting her aura loose. He heard Jim, Molly’s boyfriend, let out an embarrassing whimper as Molly did god knows what to his poor nuts.

That was the last straw. There was no way he was getting any sleep with his roommate fooling around in the next room over. Caleb whipped off the cover of his blanket and swung his legs over the side, sighing. He winced as his cock jumped from an errant spark of magic drawing to it. He wasn’t even getting teased with pleasure spells, just being forced Hard beyond hard. That was always the worst, when a girl’s magic just made him stiff, without even any pleasure accompanying it, just the soul-eating, heart-racing, hollow yearning of a painfully desperate erection, dying to be touched, but not receiving even so much as a phantom feather swipe.

Sex Mage Multiverse

For the most part, the Sex Mage World is intended to be a comparatively "mundane" reality. That is to say that the vast majority of stories are set on a contemporary Earth similar to our own, where the only supernatural element is the Sex Magic itself. Most of the stories hence are focused on magically enhanced versions of typical femdom scenarios involving "girl next door", "wicked sibling", "horny college students", "kinky wife", etc.

I, of course, am incapable of just leaving well enough alone, and have often let my worldbuilding fancies run wild. This has let to many ruminations on how Sex Magic would interact with society if the powers functioned differently, or what might happen if the Magic ended up on much more fantastical worlds out of science fiction and fantasy.

For now, given how many times I have rebooted and tinkered with the idea, I consider Sex Magic to be a Multiverse setting, in which all of these speculated realities are technically canon. However, until I actually do anything with these ideas, I'm not really concerned with taking them seriously as a project. If I ever do, I may give them their own section on the site, provided I make enough material to warrant it.

Resisting the Magic

NOTE: As of the Reboot, this article is strictly non-cannon in terms of the extradimensional shenanigans. Technically, though, I suppose the same rules would apply.

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I have always said that the moment something appears which starts allowing men to resist the power of Sex Magic is the moment the setting stops being the Sex Mage World for me. But that mainly refers to an easy, wide-spread shift in the power that effects the whole world at once. There is something to be said for exploring creative, even powerful, yet limited and potentially dangerous, means of resistance, to drive up the drama. Sex Magic’s only real advantage on Earth is that it is specifically designed to circumvent mundane means of stopping it, and as this Earth has no other supernatural powers to counter balance it, the Magic seems unbeatable.

In actually, the Magic has numerous weaknesses that could be taken advantage of by other magical, super powered, and weird science means. In fact, all things considered, Sex Magic is distinctly weak against most other forms of supernatural powers that aren’t specifically keyed to the aspects they influence. Following the Cult Wars, the barriers between Earth and other worlds have weakened, just enough that other strange phenomenon are now starting to bleed into the world. It’s only a little bit here and there, but gradually, means of overthrowing the Magic are appearing. Only the Queendom’s isolationist policies are preventing news of these breaches from spreading, but there are some resources and information that have made their way across the world regardless of attempts to shut them down.