Timothy had been sprawled out on the couch watching one of his favorite anime, when he felt a sharp yank on his balls. He yelped and crashed to the floor as Sally came down the stairs, texting on her phone.
“My friends and I are gunna need to use the basement tonight,” she said to her younger brother. “Turn off your weak shit, and clear out.”
Timothy got awkwardly to his feet and opened his mouth to protest, but he felt her phantom hand clasp his balls, ready to give him another painful yank. He gulped, and complied, fetching the remote and turning off the TV.
“Are you, um, having a party?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Sally, slipping the phone into her pocket and grabbing some fold out chairs laid against the corner. The basement was mostly finished, carpet, coffee table, entertainment center, couch and all, but was still an otherwise sparsely furnished large area. This made the siblings’ house the place to go for large parties.
“Mom and Dad said—”
“They aren’t here, and you aren’t going to tell them shit,” said Sally. She turned and glared at her little brother. “And you aren’t going to interrupt, you got me?”
Timothy frowned. “Come on, I won’t be a pest.”
“It’s not the kind of party you get to participate in,” she said. She pointed to the coffee table. “Move that out of the way,” she said as she started setting up the chairs to form a ring with the couch.
“But why?” said Timothy, leaning over to shove the coffee table to the side.
“Because tiny-dick losers don’t get to participate in orgies,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Tim froze just as he started to move the table. He looked up at her and blinked, jaw dropping. “Uh… o-orgy?” he said.
Sally nodded. “My friends and I want to have fun with our powers,” she said. “Jenna just got hers last week, and we’ve been dying to give them a whirl in a big way. Our dumb-ass boyfriends have no idea what’s coming to them.”
Tim swallowed nervously, and despite everything, his cock began to grow hard. Jenna, the hottest of his sister’s friends now “had her powers.” And by “powers”, she meant “Sex Magic.” That mysterious, utterly bizarre magical ability that was spreading across the world in the last few weeks, granting women strange abilities to control men’s cocks and libidos with just their thoughts.
Sally had had hers for three weeks already, and immediately had used them to bully her little brother around. She’d caught him masturbating the same day she’d gotten her abilities, to pictures of her friends no less. She’d immediately notified all her friends and used the magic to pin him down when he was in the shower, taking pictures of his naked body to post on the internet. It was only fair after all, if he was going to be lewd with her friends’ pictures, then he should know what it felt like when others were lewd with his.
If that had been all there was to it, however, he might have been able to deal with it. It was true, he was a bit of a creep for jacking off to her friends pictures without their knowledge. Sally, however, had become disturbingly enraptured at the idea of how much power the Magic gave her over men, including the annoying little brother she’d never really liked. She had quickly learned how easy it was to get him to comply with her demands by attacking his balls and cock with her Magic. He’d tried to argue with her, tried to physically fight her, but all she had to do was think, and he was on the ground, writhing in pain or in that unfathomable, brain-melting level of arousal that brought men to their knees.
He couldn’t even tell their parents. Every time he tried, something seemed to stop him. He had no idea why. It had to have something to do with the Magic, some kind of psychic hypnosis Sally had put on him. And right now, their parents were on a two-month long stay in Thailand, leaving their eighteen year old son and twenty year old daughter to mind the house. Even if Timothy could e-mail them about it, what could they actually do to stop a girl who could punch his nuts with a thought from the other side of the house?
The thought of all of Sally’s friends coming over for a sex party and every single one of them having the Magic, though… He couldn’t help it. His cock throbbed at the thought.
“Yeah, like any of my friends are gunna do anything but laugh at your little three-incher,” said Sally with a snort. “Now move the table!”
Timothy blushed hotly, angry and humiliated. She wasn’t wrong, though. The couple of times he’d seen Jenna or Beverly or Mary, they’d all made a point to look at his crotch and laugh. They all knew by now. And yet, it didn’t seem to make them any less hot to him. In fact, it almost made them more hot!
He shoved the table off to the side, and when he turned back, Sally had set up seven of the chairs in a ring between the couch and the TV. Just what kind of orgy were they planning on having?
“Nothing you need to find out,” said Sally. She pointed at him. “And don’t even think about jacking off in your room while trying to imagine it.” She paused, then grinned. “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. You can’t.”
Timothy’s blush deepened and he grit his teeth, holding back a nasty retort. She hadn’t fucking forgot. He knew she was the reason he couldn’t masturbate or reach orgasm the past couple weeks. Somehow, she’d found a way to block those things with her Magic. It had been a little over two weeks since his last orgasm, and his balls were beginning to ache!
“You want them to ache more?” said Sally. Timothy shook his head. “Then get the fuck out of here.” Obediently, her little brother raced up to his room.
The girls arrived first, Jenna, Mary, Beverly, Carla, Patricia, and Joyce all piling into the living room, grinning and giddy. Like Sally, they were all dressed in short shorts and tank tops or tight short sleeve shirts.
“You brought the lipstick?” said Sally.
“Of course!” said Jenna. The tall girl dumped a handful of sticks on the kitchen table, each a different color of the rainbow. “Everyone pick a color!” she said. Being closest to the pile already, she immediately snatched up the classic red.
“Damn it, you got the good color!” said Beverly with a pout. She picked purple.
Mary took blue, Carla took green, Joyce took yellow, Patricia took orange, and Sally took pink. They quickly applied the lipstick and checked themselves in the mirror.
“I still don’t see how this is supposed to make a rainbow,” said Carla, frowning at the green color. “If we’re sucking them, it’ll all rub off.”
“It’s just part of the theme,” said Sally. “Besides, the actually rainbow mark we leave will be done with Magic anyway.”
“So why even bother with the lipstick?” Carla said.
“Because its fun!” said Beverly, who was starting to think purple was a much cooler color than red anyway.
“Hey, you guys hear that?” said Joyce, tilting her head up and to the side, as if trying to listen for something. The other six girls paused, similarly tilted their heads, and grinned. The strange power of Sex Magic let them sense man’s erections as a sort of psychic humming sound in their minds. It wasn’t real sound, of course, but it was the closest analogy. And right now, they could “hear” a set of rapidly approaching cocks that were heading their way.
“Looks like the party’s almost here!” said Mary, grinning wickedly. The girls all laughed and finished applying their lipstick.
Brad, Rodger, Chad, Ryan, Todd, Joe, and Frank had all been invited to what their girlfriends had called a “Rainbow Party”, over at Sally’s house. All coming from the same college nearby, the guys carpooled over to where their incredibly hot girlfriends were setting up what promised to be one hell of a night.
It was hard to say that any of them thought much of their girls as anything more than good lays; most of the couples had shacked up for the first time at the same frat party, drunkenly hooking up for quick fucks in various places around the frat house. For most of them, it was less a relationship and more a friends with benefits situation. Sure, the girls sometimes tried to nag them about being more serious, but none of them particularly cared about such things. They were the sort of guys who were happy getting a blowjob on demand, and maybe he’d buy her dinner afterwards.
And this Rainbow Party was supposed to be the ultimate blowjob fest. Joe had looked it up; the term originally referred to a party in which girls with different colored lipstick went around a circle of guys, sucking them until each guy had a “rainbow” of lipstick colors on their cocks. Brad, Rodger, and Ryan had all participated in threesomes before, and Frank had once gotten a double blowjob from two drunk girls at a club. Each of them was keen to top these accomplishments, and the best part was it was even the girls’ idea.
Brad couldn’t help but grin. He’d been thinking about dumping Sally recently, anyway. She was always complaining that he didn’t do enough to reciprocate the pleasure, that he fell asleep right after he shot off and left her unsatisfied. “Ain’t my fault you take too long,” he’d say. She’d scowl and leave in a huff, but she always came back for his massive cock. So she had no one but herself to blame, but she kept nagging him, and even her tight pussy was starting to not feel worth it.
When Sex Magic had suddenly swept through the campus, however, he suddenly found himself the target of a lot of girls’ ire. For some reason, this strange power was letting all the dumb bitches he’d fucked read his mind and do weird things to his cock to punish him. Sally, however, had been more than happy to take him in and protect him from the other girl’s retaliations.
She was still a nag, though. So he put up with her for now, but the moment he found a better girl to shack up with, the sooner he could dump her for real.
He couldn’t help but grin, though, feeling his cock start to grow as he approached her house. On the other hand, if she kept coming up with great ideas like this Rainbow Party, maybe sticking with her wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“They’re here, they’re here!” said Beverly, jumping with excitement.
“No shit, we can sense their cocks!” said Joyce, and they laughed.
The girls had been quickly comparing tips and notes, but now lined up at the door, in approximately the same order their boyfriends were approaching. Sally opened the door, and as each guy came in, the girls didn’t even give them a chance to say hello, using their magic to grasp their bodies and yank them inside, where they embraced and kissed deeply.
“Jeez, hello to you to!” said Joe to Carla.
Carla giggled, seeing a bit of her lipstick already left over on his lips. It was, she supposed, a fair enough way to mark which guy belonged to who. After tonight, such distinctions might otherwise get confusing. “No talking, boys!” she said, grabbing Joe by the hand and leading him to the basement. “Let’s get right down to it!”
“No complaints here!” said Frank, grinning at Jenna, who gave him a sensual kiss that left his cock tenting his pants.
The jumble of twenty-somethings made for quite a procession as they went down the stairs while still halfway embracing, then madly stripped as they got to the seating area.
Brad pulled Sally’s naked form to him and started to passionately kiss down her neck, gasping her breast with his large, firm hand.
“Hey, woah, not so fast!” Sally put a finger on his chest and pushed him back. The Magic suffused her touch, allowing her dainty little finger to easily push back a man who was built like a linebacker. Brad flushed slightly, especially as he heard a few of the other guy’s chuckle.
“Damn, Brad, she’s just a girl!” said Chad in his thick drawl. “Don’t let her push you around like that!”
Joyce pinched his ass and he yelped and jumped, more surprised then hurt, but still startled by the little extra electric zap sensation she sent with the pinch. Everyone laughed and Chad sobered up a bit.
Sally clapped her hands. “Alright, boys, on the seats!”
Brad took the initiative, and sat down on the seat in front of the couch, slouching a bit to allow maximum access to his cock. None of the guys were particularly bashful being nude around each other. After all, they all had impressive tools to show off, and there was a smoking hot girl for each of them.
“Uh, why can’t we sit on the couch,” said Joe with a frown.
“We don’t want to stain it!” Jenna said. The girls laughed at this and the guys chuckled along, though they had the feeling they were missing something. Still, what did it matter when their dicks were about to get wet? They all sat down in the ring and the girls slid into place between their legs.
“Okay, boys, get ready for the best BJs of your lives!” said Carla, grinning. “But absolutely no cumming until we each get a turn on you!”
The guys chuckled with “yeah, right” expressions, already planning on just grabbing their heads and forcing them to swallow their cum when things got too hot. However, the girls just grinned wickedly at their thoughts.
“And just to make sure you don’t spoil it,” said Jenna. She tapped Rodger on the chest, and the stud suddenly felt invisible hands lock his arms, legs, into place. Each girl did the same to her man.
“Hey!” said Brad. “What the hell?”
“We don’t want you guys to spoil things by trying to end things too quick!” said Sally. “We plan on taking our time with this! And we expect you guys to hold out!”
Several of them groaned in annoyance, but those groans quickly silenced as hot female mouths closed over their cocks. Very quickly, none of them were complaining!
Just a week ago, Mary, who’d been the most insatiable about learning the ins and outs of the Magic as more and more women tested its limits, had discovered the trick to making sex more pleasurable for the woman via direct absorption of the Lust Energy men generated when they were aroused and stimulated. Men’s energy already felt good by default, a warm, pleasant euphoria that refreshed, energized, and made a woman feel happy just basking in it. However, by opening up certain mystical receptors in her own body, and channeling them through her nerves in a certain way, a woman could allow herself to experience pleasure on a level equal to that of what they could magically invoke in men’s bodies.
Put simply, this trick allowed a woman to experience exquisite sensations of sexual pleasure, to the point of intense orgasms, just from touching a man who was hard and being teased. The more pleasure the man experienced, the more pressure he’d built up from being held back from climax, the greater this euphoric feedback felt.
Each of the girls had found their current lovers wanting. Big, handsome, well-endowed, each of these guys was the prototypical jock playboy all the honeys got wet over, and who looked good on their arms. They were not, however, very attentive lovers. They were the sort of guys so used to getting easy pussy, that they just thought being inside a girl was all it took to satisfy her.
Yes, they were huge, and yes, despite what nice girls might say, size did matter, but only up to a point. But even a man with a vibrating horse cock that was ribbed for her pleasure wasn’t very satisfying if he didn’t know how to use it.
Well, this time, the girls were going to have the pleasure of cumming first. And second. And third. And however many more until they were satisfied, while the guys were going to wait their turns for once. And right when their dumb boy brains were boiling in their skulls from the need, then that’s when they’d find out the Rainbow’s real purpose!
Brad always thought it was dumb when the models in the videos would moan while they were doing stuff to the guys. Like clearly the models themselves weren’t being simulated so why were they making sex noises? However as he watched the girls around them he swore they were being authentic. The way they swarmed and shivered and moaned it was like they really were being stimulated just by touching the guys. In fact he swore a few of them are actually having orgasms. Not that he had much experience with female orgasms, but he had the feeling that they weren’t faking it just to give the guys a show.
It seemed weird, but he supposed he didn’t really care. As long as he was getting dick sucked, the dumb girls could do whatever they liked. He just wished they would quit fucking around with the teasing and just slurp down his load already! It was embarrassing, but he found he was having to fight the urge to moan and squirm as they kept sucking him, but stopping before he could pop. He knew part of the gimmick was that each girl was supposed to have a turn on his cock, but he wasn’t sure he could wait that long at this rate!
Already, Joyce had done an undulating trick with her tongue that didn’t even seem natural, but left him breathless. Carla had done this delicate little scrape along the head with her upper teeth that sent stinging sparks of pleasure shooting down his down until his knees were shaking. Sally did some terribly wicked trick where she placed the palm of one hand on his cock head and the other on his balls, and he could actually feel the Sex Magic energy pulsing through his organ, flowing back and forth and making his cock ultra-sensitive. Then she would simply flick her tongue in delicate quick licks along his shaft that made his cock clench hard, each little lick shooting him to the edge of release like a bottle-rocket. He was astounded he hadn’t cum yet already!
He was starting to overheat, and the next girl who stopped too soon, he was seriously going to grab her by the hair and force her to stay his cock until he shot cum down her throat. He didn’t care that his hands were locked down with Magic. The strength of insanity brought on by sheer need would surely let him break through it!
Right above the party, on the ground floor, Timothy lay on the floor of the bathroom next his bedroom, his head resting near the vent that connected directly to a vent in the basement. Through this air tunnel he could hear with near perfect clarity the orgy he had been forbidden from participating in. He was only partially stretched out on a rug, and dressed in a loose shirt and gym shorts, but even where the cool tile of the floor touched his skin, it did little to soothe the burning hot erection he had, listening to the sounds of female pleasure. He didn’t even care that some of those moans were coming from his sister; there were six other smoking hot girls down there, all of whom he’d masturbated furiously to thoughts and pictures of before.
It physically pained him that nice guy like him was left cold and alone while those fucking meatheads got to experience sex with the hottest girls in school! Just because they were all muscles and slick hair, and some of them came from money, and their cocks were much bigger (if his sister and her friends claims’ were true), the girls dropped their panties for them, even after being treated like shit!
Meanwhile, he was still a virgin, now unable to even touch himself because his sister was a bitch, and she got her friends to laugh at his dick! For some reason, even as the girls magic let them see how much he appreciated their beauty, worshipped them even, they still wanted nothing to do with him. All he could do was suffer in silence, magically made chaste, his balls aching, his tiny cock painfully hard, wanting to cry from how badly he wanted a girl to touch him. Physically or through their weird magic, he didn’t even care, he dying to feel anything! Listening through the vent was the closest he could come, and he could not stop himself from such a pitiful and shameful act of spying.
Sally, of course, could very easily sense her brothers painfully hard cock right through the ceiling. He must have been really out of his mind to think he wasn’t going to get caught. Or maybe he didn’t care. That or he thought she and her friends would be too busy with the guys to notice one more erection in a crowd.
As she slowly worked over Todd’s monster cock, sucking and stroking him sensually in just the right way to build him to a toe-curling climax, she glanced over to Jenna. The tall Russian girl, who was licking Chad’s cock like a popsicle, caught her eye.
Sally flicked her gaze upwards, towards the vent in the wall, then back at Jenna. Jenba grinned around her licking tongue and winked at Sally.
Orgasm blocks and chastity spells aside, Sally had no interest in playing with her own brothers cock in any way. But she was certainly not above siccing her friends on him and getting a laugh out of the show.
Jenna turned her head and glance over to Mary, who was focusing on Ryan’s cock head, sucking it in her mouth and the rolling her head around while rubbing him with her tongue. The poor guy was particularly sensitive to the swirling technique, and he was whimpering and shaking, trying to curl up like a little bitch. This elicited laughter from several of the others, leaving him red faced with humiliation. Mary kept pausing after several seconds of mouth-swirls, letting his tortured member pop free for a moment to let him breathe, before imbibing the glistening, plum-purple knob again.
During one of these pauses, Jenna nudged Mary’s leg with her toe. As Mary glanced back at her, Jenna made a quick motion behind her back towards the vent. Mary furrowed her brow for a moment as she resumed her sucking, but seemed to get it as she listened to her sexual senses. As she turned her head, she winked at Jenna.
The two of them were the girls Timothy had jacked off to the most, and as such, it was only fitting they start his punishment for listening in on them. Now that he’d been pointed out, his aching lonely erection stood out starkly among the chorus a well-attended cocks around them. Even as they kept sucking the well-hung studs, they extended their power upwards to the sad little boy upstairs.
Timothy lurched as he felt the unmistakable sensation of a female hand cup his left ass cheek. Then a second hand cupped his right. They gave him a playful squeeze, then began to slide forward, around his hips, until they were a hairsbreadth away from his steely-hard cock! However, just before contact would have been made, the two hands veered downwards and began to caress his inner thighs with light, tickling traces of the finger tips.
Timothy froze, eyes wide, mouth agape, when he first felt the touch. Phantom hands! The girls knew he was there! He would have thought they’d be far too distracted with the other guys, but somehow, they’d picked him out, even though he wasn’t even touching himself!
His heart nearly stopped when the hands began to slide towards his cock. Holy fucking shit, were they going to touch him? Was he finally going to feel the pleasure he so badly wanted? He almost cried out when the hands instead dipped to his legs. As the phantom fingertips tickled him, it caused his legs to jump, and this snapped him out of his stupor. He had to get out of here! He didn’t know who had sensed him and decided to touch him, but he knew if Sally caught him, he’d be toast!
Even though it made him want to cry to deny himself the chance of pleasure, he could only feel dread at the prospect of what might happen if all the girls realized he was listening in. He’d be in so much trouble! Timothy started to get to his feet; he wasn’t actually sure what kind of range a Sex Mage had, but he knew Sally had been cock teasing the boy two houses down, and the man in the house across the street. His friend Steve lived three blocks away. Surely, if he went to crash with him for the night, that would be well out of range.
However, before he got his butt barely six inches off the floor, a dozen more invisible hands seized him, grabbing him by the arms, legs, shoulders and hips, and pressed him back down onto the thin bathroom rug. There wasn’t enough room for him to spread his limbs, so the hands locked his limbs straight, holding him in a supine position. He opened his mouth to shout, but another invisible force, not like a hand, but like some kind of inner pull within his muscles, locked his lips and jaw shut. He hugged and whined through his nose, but he was quite effectively muffled.
More hands appeared, as did what felt like soft lips and silken cloths, all touching his body. Fingers tickled him, silk caressed him, and lips kissed him all over his body, lovingly touching him from the top of his body to the tip of his toes, all except for one place: his cock and balls remained untouched. So many of the sensations got close, something so close it almost felt like a hand or mouth was about to enclose his desperate organ, but they shied away or vanished at the last split second, and touched him elsewhere.
Tears welled up in his eyes. Even as the phantom sensations made him moan and giggle and squirm, they refused to stimulate the only place he truly wanted, the place he desperately needed, to be touched. He let out a mournful, pitiful cry as the girls broke him with the cruelest tenderness he’d never even imaged before. And as his tears flowed down his cheeks, he could hear the girls downstairs burst out laughing.
Rodger wasn’t sure why all the girls had laughed uproariously like that, but he was finding it hard to focus on anything save for the girl between his legs. All he knew was that he was about to lose his mind! His cock was on fire, his balls ached like he’d never felt before, and each girl’s technique left his head spinning. He was going cross-eyed with the sexual high, and he didn’t think he could take much more of this. Not that he’d dare admit it. He glanced around the room. All the other guys were red-faced, sweating, some were shivering, other were gasping with their eyes rolled back. All of their cocks were beet-red and bulging, the veins swollen, the heads dark with pressure.
Rodger quickly looked away from the other guys’ cocks, a pang of homophobia running through him. For some reason, Beverly giggled at that moment. He flushed hot with the remembrance that she could read his sexual thoughts, and had no doubt seen him looking at the other guys. She bent down his cock a bit and looked up at him with those brilliant blue eyes that made him absolutely weak in the knees. His dick was as dark red and swollen as the other guys, entrapped by the ring of her purple-painted lips. She made a soft moan against his cock and winked.
Then she closed her eyes, leaned up a bit and deep throated him, sucking him harder than any of the other girls had up to that point. Rodger felt his breath leave him and he writhed, making little girly whimpers as his toes curled and his face scrunched into an embarrassing O-face. At the same time, he felt her buck between his legs and let out a long squeal.
And then suddenly, she pulled off him with a soft pop. Rodger’s body held that tight clench for what felt like eternal second, then he let out a huge sigh and sagged back into his seat. Beverly leaned against his thighs, her head resting on his left, gasping as well. He was able to look right down past her breasts and his cock and see that he thighs were wet. No fucking way; even as she brought him so close to the edge, she’d cum, without even touching herself?
There was something fucked up going on here; they were doing something weird with their freaky new Magic. Rodger tried to piece together what it was. He had literally felt himself reach the peak of orgasm, and yet no semen had shot out, and when he dropped down from the peak, he was hornier than ever. He should have had an orgasm. Not that he wanted to admit it, but he didn’t have the kind of self-control to hold out from that intense of pleasure.
But now Beverly was sliding over to Frank, and Sally was crawling up between his thighs, applying a fresh coat of red lipstick. Whatever suspicions he had were quickly washed away by her mouth ensnaring his hyper-teased dick.
Finally, their task was complete! The girls all stood, stretching and catching their breaths They were smiling wide, standing tall and confident and flushed with power.
The boys, meanwhile, were total messes, disheveled, sweaty, and exhausted. Their cocks remained painfully hard, glistening with the girl’s saliva, and streaked with a rainbow of colors. The girls narrowed their eyes and concentrated on the guys. As they did so, their penises quivered with sudden tension, and then a series of colored rings appeared on their skin, matching the colors of the lipstick smears. As if magically tattooed onto them, the color appeared set into their skin.
Gradually, the guys became aware as they realized the sucking had ceased. Brad was the first to say something. “A-are we done now?” he said. “Ow, god, my nuts hurt. Hey, don’t just stand there, finish us off! We lasted like you said!”
The girls burst out laughing. Sharon pointed at him. “You didn’t even last on the first round! The only reason any of you guys didn’t cum in the first five minutes was that we blocked your orgasms!”
“So fucking unblock them!” said Chad. He was looking crabby. “Come here…” he tried to reach for the nearest girl, but he was still bound down hand wouldn’t move from the side of the chair. “Hey… what the fuck? Let me go!”
The other guys started trying to get up, but invisible bonds held them fast. “What the fuck?!” yelled Chad. “This isn’t funny! Let us up!”
“Yeah, it’s our turn now!” said Ryan. “I know you were getting off sucking us, so fuckin’, let us just fuck you to the finish!”
The girls just grinned and smirked watching the boys struggle for nearly a minute, getting more and more pissed. However, the cocks stayed iron hard, and their bonds didn’t give a millimeter. The girls just laughed once more as they started to give up, one by one.
“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” said Jenna. “Just fuck us like you always do, shoot a load in us, then shove us to the other side of the bed so you can sleep. Well, not this time. This time, we’re the ones going home satisfied, and kicking you to the curb without relief!”
“You bitch! You can’t do this to us!” hollered Leonard.
Sally flicked a finger at him, and he let out a huge yelp and curled up as best he could given his bondage. He looked sick, as though he’d just been kicked in the nuts with a steel-toed boot. And yet his cock remained hard; if anything, it seemed even harder!
“Oh god… oh fuck…” he sucked in air, trying not to puke.
“Oh, get over it, ya big baby,” said Jenna. “You’re not even actually injured.”
“Dude,” said Ryan. “What the fuck?!”
“You want to know what the fuck?” Sally crossed her arms and looked sternly at the boys. Despite being cute, naked, and drenched in her own juices, the guys suddenly had a new respect for this girl. The ramifications of what Sex Magic let her, and the posse of girls behind her, do to them with just a thought were slowly starting to sink in.
Sally unleashed her arousal aura. The guy’s already too-stiff dicks became, impossibly, even stiffer, quivering and darkening until all seven guys were writhing in their seats, whimpering for mercy. They had never experienced an erection that this before, a terrible ache between their legs that was more than just a painful hard-on, but a gut-wrenching need to be touched, a sexual pressure that continued to increase even when their cock physically could not get any harder.
“Here’s what the fuck, boys,” Sally continued, slacking her aura off just enough that they could, with an effort, get their whimpers under control. “You all are now our bitches. If you ever want to cum again, you will do everything we say, when we say it. If that means you eat one of us out every day for a month without being touched back, you do it and you don’t complain. If that means leaving work early to give one of us a ride to the mall, you do it.
“Each of you will notice you’ve been marked with a color ring. Each ring represents the girl who sucked you with that lipstick color, and the orgasm block she placed one you. If you want her to remove her block, you have to do something to please her, something good enough that she’ll take pity on you, and remove the block and the ring representing it. You need to do this for each of us, every single time you want to cum. Whenever you manage to orgasm, we will know, and we’ll immediately replace the rings.”
The guys gawked at her, or at least tried, as they struggled with their unbearable erections. “Y-y-you can’t do this!” whimpered Brad. “Y-y-you c-can’t just… make us y-your… your s-s-slaves!”
“Sure we can,” said Jenna with a grin, seeing the big, strapping young man brought low through the very dick he was so proud of. “You have penises. We have Sex Magic. That means you’re our little bitches, forever.”
Several of the guys struggled against their bonds again, absolutely determined to prove that their masculine might and willpower could somehow triumph over their Magic. Such efforts were naught but pipe dreams, however. All six of the other girls unleashed their auras as well, flooding the young men with an absolute overload of erection commands. The men howled and thrashed in sheer sexual agony just from the most basic manifestation of the girls’ newfound feminine omnipotence.
Brad was the first to break into tears and give a string of gibbering pleas. The other guys, seeing the most alpha of them crack, followed suit. Apologies and prayers and pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears for several minutes as the girls just laughed and reveled in their power. Finally, however, they relented, shutting off their auras, and releasing their bondage spells from the guys’ limbs. The seven destroyed studs collapsed to the floor, gasping and whimpering. They tried to cup their genitals, only to feel the girls’ power pulling their hands back until they gave up and just grit their teeth and bared it. Slowly, their cocks cooled down enough to shrink back to “normal” erections, but they were too sensitive and teased to go fully flaccid just yet.
The girls all tossed the boys’ clothes to them, and everyone started getting dressed, pausing only to wipe themselves dry with hand towels. They would all definitely be needing showers when they got home.
Sally saw all of her friends and their boyfriends out the door. Already, several of the girls were excitedly coming up with ideas of what to make the boys do, and the boys could only wince and shudder as they limped to their cars.
When the last of them left, Sally stretched and yawned as she shut the door. She strangely didn’t actually feel tired despite hours of activity. It seemed the Magic really did refresh the body. Even so, the afterglow of so many orgasms made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, and if only to settle her mind, she figured she might take a nap.
But first, she definitely needed a shower. She went to the bathroom, and blinked in surprise at what she saw. Then she broke out into a fit of giggles. Timothy was still bound to the floor, shivering and gagged as various sensation spells touched his body all over. An absolutely huge pre-cum stain had soiled his gym shorts above his diamond-hard, still untouched cock. She had gotten so used to the psychic “hum” of his erection, she’d almost completely forgotten about him.
Timothy noticed she was there and his tearful eyes opened, looking at her pleadingly. He was still magically gagged, and could only whimper pitifully. Sally raised her hand and almost removed his spells. Then she paused and gave him an evil grin.
“I take it you heard the deal we made with the guys?” she said. “How we won’t let them cum unless they keep doing us favors?”
Timothy nodded, and for a moment, his eyes flashed with hope. Could it possibly be that his cruel sister was going to give him a chance?
Reading his thoughts, she laughed once more, then leaned over his bound body. “No, don’t worry, little brother. I’m not gunna bother making you be little slave so you can cum. Rest assured, I’ll put you to work when I need an extra set of hands. But I’m going to make sure you never, ever, ever cum again!”
Her evil laughter matched his high-pitched whimpers as she left him bound and teased on the floor. Stripping right in front of him, she made him watch her masturbate in the shower to three more powerful orgasms, each climax sending shockwaves of aura pressure that made his cock surge until he nearly blacked out. Then she left him on the floor like that for the rest of the weekend, laughing every time she passed him by.
If this was the kind of power Sex Magic could give to a single girl, she could only imagine how the world was going to change.