FIVE
“Sara, could you knock it off? It’s kind of getting annoying now.” Doug and Sara were sitting in Doug’s dorm room. He had been lucky and gotten a single dorm for the year, which he and Sara had taken advantage of quite often. And Sara seemed especially appreciative of it since she had gotten her powers just a few weeks ago.
“Nah, this is just too fun!” she said. She was leaning forward in her seat across from Doug, who was lying on the bed. Both of them were naked. Doug was trying to read a book for one of his classes, but it was proving difficult, as Sara was practicing her powers on him. Slowly, but repeatedly, was curling and uncurling her right index finger, holding it parallel to Doug’s cock. As she uncurled her finger, Doug’s penis became erect. When it got fully hard, she curled her finger, and his penis went limp. She’d been doing it for the past ten minutes, and while Doug was amused at first, it was now making him uncomfortable. He squirmed in his seat, then dropped his book down.
“Sara, seriously, quit it!” he said. Sara just pouted, but uncurled her finger and held it straight up. Doug’s penis likewise erected fully, and this time stayed hard. She grinned as Doug gave her an exasperated look. They had had sex three times that day already, and Doug wasn’t in the mood for another go.
“I wonder if I can leave you like this,” she said. “Just make you hard all the time, so you’ll always be ready for me at a moments notice.”
Doug laughed lightly. “I think that could lead to some medical problems after a while.”
“Nah, I think I can keep that from happening,” she said. Doug cocked an eyebrow at her and she shrugged. “Hey, it’s magic. If I want it to happen a certain way, it happens.”
“Well, I don’t know if I want to risk it,” said Doug.
Sara got up and crawled into bed next to him. She put her hand on Doug’s penis and began to stroke it. Despite his lack of mood, her hand felt good, and Doug found himself enjoying the touch much more than he expected. Since gaining her powers, her skill with her hand had increased dramatically. Sara kissed him as she stroked him, starting slowly, but building up to a steady, rapid jerking. Doug let out a sudden gasp as he came, a small amount of spunk oozing from the tip. Sara leaned down and licked it up. Then her hand began to move again.
“Sara…” said Doug.
“Shush,” she said and kissed him again. Another minute later, Doug came again. This time Sara didn’t stop stroking and within another minute, he came yet again.
“Oh, jeez,” Doug gasped. His penis remained hard, but he wasn’t sore, and Sara’s hand didn’t stop moving. His drained libido was sluggishly rising up again, seeming to be dragged up by Sara’s hand. This was starting to get a bit too freaky for his taste. “Sara, come on. That’s enough.”
Sara ignored him, continuing her strokes. As she did she looked at his face, and Doug saw a studious expression he’d never seen on her before. As though she were performing some kind of experiment and was closely monitoring the results. In fact, Doug had a feeling that was exactly what was going on. He opened his mouth to speak again, but Sara shushed him immediately, and Doug closed his mouth. He then shook with another orgasm, only a few drops coming out now, but Sara’s hand still didn’t stop. What did stop, however, were her kisses. She continued to study Doug now, and the more she did, the more Doug felt like a bug in a jar.
Sara brought him to ten more orgasms over the next half an hour, before finally getting up, grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. She kissed him and said she had to go back to her room, having some things to get done. Doug, feeling utterly drained and a little hollow, just nodded as he cleaned himself up.
His erection remained for another three days straight.
***
A few months later, Doug came into his room, and Sara was there, using his computer. He was sure he’d locked the door, but maybe he hadn’t. Or maybe Sara had figured out how to magically undo locks.
“Hey babe,” said Doug, coming up behind her and kissing her. Sara was wearing a tank top, and Doug liked what he saw from this angle.
“Hey,” said Sara, somewhat disinterestedly.
“So, what are you up to today?” he said. Doug had turned to put his backpack down but he found he couldn’t quite get the image of Sara’s cleavage out of his mind. While it was not an image he necessarily wanted to ignore, he found he couldn’t seem to really bring anything else to his attention. Then, Doug started imagining Sara naked. Doug wasn’t consciously trying to, the images just seemed to pop into his head. He sat on the bed and realized he had a hard on. A sudden flush of arousal hit him.
“I dunno, I got some work to get done, but my computer’s on the fritz all of a sudden,” said Sara. “So, hope you don’t mind, but I’m borrowing yours.”
“Yeah,” said Doug. “That’s cool.” He looked at Sara, and his eyes roamed over her curves. Suddenly, he was very, very horny. He got up and moved to Sara, putting his hands on her nearly bare shoulders and rubbing them gently. He leaned down and began to kiss the back of her neck. Sara made a soft sigh, but set her jaw and gently pushed Doug’s hands off. “Doug, really, I have to work. I’ll fuck you when I’m done, okay?”
Doug couldn’t believe how hot and bothered he felt. It was as if someone had suddenly thrown on a switch in his brain and was now cranking up the dials in his libido. His penis throbbed intensely. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared at Sara.
A few minutes later, he just couldn’t stand it. “Fuck, Sara, take a break,” said Doug. He stood up and reached for her again, but Sara smacked his hand away. “Sara, come on. I’m really in the mood. Besides, I thought you liked it when I was spontaneous?”
“Only when it’s convenient for me, sweetie,” said Sara. Her tone of voice only half-way suggested she was joking, but she did smile. “If you’re really that worked up, just masturbate. It’s not like I can’t recharge you easily.”
Doug complied, slipping down his pants. He sat on the bed and took himself in his hand. He was alarmed at how excited he was, his penis nearly tingling with the need for attention. He sat to Sara’s right side and stroked himself steadily as he watched Sara type away at his computer, as if he wasn’t even there. “Can you… take your top off?” Doug said breathlessly. Sara rolled her eyes, but couldn’t hide a smirk as she complied, still facing forward. Doug’s eyes widened, taking in the curve of her breasts, and with a start, he felt himself reaching orgasm already.
Then suddenly, just before hitting the peak, he lost the mood. His penis began to shrink and he felt himself cool down. “Got it out of your system?” said Sara.
Doug looked at her confused for a moment. “I… I guess so,” he said. Then, just as he was about to pull his pants up, he felt the surge of arousal return, and his penis immediately stiffened to full. He started masturbating again, but as before, right when he hit the peak, suddenly his sexual excitement died off.
“Sara?” Doug looked at her accusingly. “Are you doing this?”
Sara stopped what she was doing, the turned to him. She grinned. “Isn’t it cool?”
For the first time, Doug looked at her with a touch of fear. “You’re… you’re manipulating my mind!”
“Oh, come on, Doug, don’t freak out,” she said. “I’m just making you excited. It’s just like making your dick hard.”
“No it isn’t!” said Doug. He stood up, and even with his pants around his ankles, he suddenly looked imposing. Sara actually flinched back. “You use your magic to give me an erection, well, you don’t need powers to do that. You could do that just by flashing your tits at me or using your hand anyway. But when you start jacking around directly with my thoughts, that’s where I draw the line.”
Sara frowned, stood up and said, “Doug, it’s just a little tweak of your libido. It’s not like I’m rummaging around screwing with your memories.”
“Not now, you aren’t,” he said bitterly.
Sara’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Sara, I’ve been tolerating you playing with me so far, but I have limits,” said Doug. “Don’t ever screw with my mind again.”
“Or you’ll what?” said Sara.
“Or I’ll leave you,” said Doug.
Sara looked stunned for a moment. “You wouldn’t do that,” she said. “You wouldn’t. You couldn’t!”
Doug just gave her a hard look. Sara looked paralyzed for a second, caught between several possible responses. She settled on anger. Her eyes narrowed, and Doug found himself pushed back onto the bed by some invisible force. His libido suddenly kicked into overdrive and his penis lurched into full erection. Sara leaned over him and Doug tried to move to grab her, to throw her to the bed next to him, roll onto her and start thrusting. But he suddenly found he couldn’t move.
“Don’t you ever say that to me again,” said Sara. She picked up her shirt and bra and slipped them on. “You can sit here and simmer for a while.” She went back to the computer, and Doug found his body moving to lay down flat on the bed. He lay there, feeling horny as hell, but her magic was preventing him from moving, preventing him even from masturbating. Sara left him that way for several hours, though she did eventually fuck him like she said she would. But even through the growing haze of arousal, Doug had been scared shitless.
Of course, things only got worse from there, as Sara realized Doug’s orgasm was much, much more intense after several hours of constant arousal without any relief. That’s when Sara had discovered the joys, and Doug discovered the hell, of orgasm denial.
***
A few months later still, Doug and Sara were lying in Sara’s bed. Doug was shivering and shaking, but seemed unable to move, held down by Sara’s magic. Sara was staring up at the ceiling, looking thoughtful, as she slowly stroked Doug’s penis. Her manipulation of his sex was casual, methodical; for all the enthusiasm she put into it, Sara may as well have been milking a cow. Doug, however, looked like he was having a fit, his face contorted with need, his breath ragged, his body squirming as he tried to fight Sara’s magical bonds, his penis red, leaking pre-cum, and jerking fiercely. Sara had just spent the past three solid hours fucking him, enjoying about twenty or so orgasms in that time. Doug had not cum once, nor had he come at all the previous two weeks, despite Sara using him quite thoroughly.
They had been silent for a while, but now Sara spoke up. “You know that guy in my German class I said likes to hit on me? I made him cum today.”
Doug’s eyes flew open, and through his haze of lust he managed to eye Sara with shock. “Wh-what?” he gasped.
“The dude was just staring at my tits the whole class, he does it every single time,” said Violet. “So I just reached over with my mind and tweaked up his libido. His eyes got all glassy, and I could sense his penis getting hard. I started setting off little bursts of pleasure in his crotch. He started squirming and breathing heavy, and he had to leave half way through class and run to the bathroom down the hall. I watched him go with my magic, and he was racing to make it to a stall, rip his pants open, and reached down to start masturbating. But I beat him to it, and send a huge spark of pleasure along his dick and he totally lost it. You should have seen it; his pants were half off already, and he was on his hands and kneesm, spewing all over the floor. Then someone came out of one of the stalls and he realized he was in the girl’s bathroom.” Sara laughed. “The look on his face was priceless! I know he was thinking of me when he came, I wonder how much he’d freak out if he knew it actually was me that made him.”
“St-stop…” said Doug. His tone wasn’t one of desperation. Sara’s hand stopped its motion, but she didn’t let go of him. She looked down and was a little stunned to see anger and hurt flash across his face. “You… you were fucking with… some other guy? How could you…aaaah!”
Sara had resumed her stroking and looking back and the ceiling, dipping Doug’s mind in a fresh coat of arousal. “Doug, these powers of mine, they’re just too damn great to waste on a single person.” Doug let out a pitiful moan. “Teasing the shit out of you is really fun, but I’ve been testing my powers out on other people for a while now. Making people cum their pants, making two random people on the street suddenly go crazy for each other and dash off to their nearest place to fuck. I was at a restaurant the other day, I saw these two girls totally lusting after their waiter. I made each girl press a foot to the others’ crotch, and they humped each other’s feet to orgasm while I made the waiter watch. I wonder how many times he came that night, masturbating with the sight of those girls writhing played in his head…”
“You can’t just do that people!” Doug gasped out. Sara looked at him. Even through his obvious need, his looked furious at her words. “You can’t just molest and rape people like that!” Sara’s hand stopped again. “What is wrong with you?”
“It’s just some harmless fun,” said Sara. “No one really got hurt.”
“Did you even think of the consequences?” Doug’s face was red with the effort of trying to talk straight when he was cross-eyed with lust. Only his anger was keeping him focused. “Any of those people could have gotten arrested for public lewdness! And what about those random people you made fuck? Did you think to check if they were single?”
Sara let go of Doug’s penis and she relented her magic bonds. “God, you’re such fucking buzzkill,” she said.
Doug sat up, breathing heavily. “I’m not doing this…” he said. “I’m not doing this anymore.”
Sara shot him an ugly look, but Doug didn’t turn to see it. “You’re turning into a monster,” he said. “All you do is use me to get yourself off and now you’re using other people for your amusement. Well, I’m done being the little fuck toy you pull out to get your jollies after you work yourself up molesting people.”
Doug grabbed his clothes and started dressing. He didn’t think how lucky he was that Sara was letting him. “Doug,” said Sara. “You walk out that door, I’m going to make you regret it for the rest of your life.”
Doug didn’t even turn to glare at her as he said, “I regret ever even meeting you.” Then he walked out the door and slammed it shut.
SIX
Though the transfer of information took only seconds, in psychic time, Violet observed them in full, as though she were actually looking through Doug’s eyes and hearing through his ears in real time.
Doug’s breathing was heavy, the memories making him excited, despite the look of shame on his face. Violet wondered if it was either the years of pent up frustration making him overly reactive to any sexual thought, or, worse and more likely, Doug had been conditioned such that even though Sara was the source of his misery, she was also at the center of his sexual responses, a fetish that revved his motor no matter how much he didn’t want it to.
Doug stood. “I’m sorry, I have to leave. I can’t be here.” He looked genuinely pained and Violet noticed he was shaking. His penis now tented his pants ridiculously, and Violet almost winced watching Doug gingerly adjust his pants to ease the discomfort. She wondered why she didn’t just adjust himself directly, but then remembered he couldn’t masturbate, and as far as Sara’s spell went, that could have been considered masturbating.
Violet couldn’t take it any more. She had to do something for him, anything to help relieve some of the pressure, emotional and physical. An idea came to her, but she pushed it down, thinking of Jim. But then she looked back at Doug’s face and her psychic senses picked up the sheer anxiety he was feeling, and Violet found herself once again speaking before she could stop herself, “Doug wait!”
Doug paused at the door, looking back at her with regret. “Thanks, Violet, but you should stay away from me,” he said. “If she finds out you’re even sympathizing with me, I don’t know what she’ll do.”
“Doug, I can… I have a way that might…” Violet took a breath. “I have this special trick I do. I use it on my boyfriend sometimes, and it… Well, I sometimes use it when he’s in the mood and I’m not. It, um, it satisfies him immensely.”
Doug paused, opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head. “No, Violet, no. Just stop. I am not going to let you do that to your boyfriend.”
Violet let out a sigh. “Doug, please, I would never betray Jim. But you’re so fucking miserable and horny I can’t even stand it. I thought talking about it would help you, but I can see I’ve just made it worse. Please, just let me try something.”
Doug turned and leaned against the door, swallowing hard. Violet gave him a sincere look. “Just let me try,” she said. “It’ll just be something to ease the pressure.” Doug closed his eyes and then nodded. “Okay. Good. Lie down on the couch.”
“Do you want me to get naked?” said Doug. He looked ashamed to have asked it.
“No,” said Violet. “I’m not going to touch you. I’m going to use my powers on your mind.”
“Are you… are you gunna make me cum?” he asked. “I don’t know if you can, but… Sara will know if you do.”
“I don’t think I can break her spell,” said Violet. “I suppose if I was good enough, I could manually manipulate your body’s nervous system to push your semen out, but I’m not that good. That wouldn’t really bring you the relief I’m talking about anyway.”
“Okay,” said Doug. He lay down on the couch, and Violet pulled a chair from the kitchen up to the end where Doug lay his head down on a throw pillow. He looked up at Violet, and she saw and sensed his anxiety again, only this time, there was a dull glow of hope. Doug may put on a tough face, but just beneath those defenses was a man who was desperate for any bit of help he could get.
Violet put her hands to the side of his head, and concentrated, saying, “Doug, I’m going to put your through a telepathically induced illusion which will effect all of your senses as if it were an extremely vivid dream. Don’t panic if you lose your senses for a moment, it’s just the transition. You will begin to experience a setting and situation of my own creation. You will be safe there, so please do not be afraid. If I sense that it becomes too much for you, I will pull you out. You will be okay. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Doug whispered.
“Alright,” said Violet. “Now relax.”
Doug did so, as best as he could, and Violet reached out to him. His mind was harsh to the touch, emotional spikes, jagged edges, and scars, entwined with the barrier of his will, an iron wall that had been rusted straight through. But she grasped him gently and tugged him slowly down into the darkness of the psyche.
***
Doug’s world went completely dark, silent and numb for a few moments, but he forced himself to remain calm. Soon, however, he began to see the twinkling of lights. After a moment, he realized they were stars. Moments later, a bright moon shimmered into view, and Doug felt a cool breeze over his skin which carried the sound of rustling leaves. He felt a soft tickling on his back and realized he was now lying, naked, on a bed of grass. He sat up and the bright moon revealed that he was now in some kind of field. A little ways off, he could see a small fire.
Walking towards the fire, he noticed that it was near a pond. Sitting on the edge of the pond, Doug saw a woman wearing a white, silk gown. As he approached, the woman turned and smiled to him. She withdrew her bare feet from the water and stood. She was fair-skinned, tall, with wavy blond hair. Her eyes were a deep crimson, however, which struck Doug as odd, but still rather attractive. It gave her an exotic quality, but helped to remind Doug that this was an illusion. He wondered if that was the point.
The woman smiled warmly at him, saying, “Welcome.” Her voice was sensual and soft, and sent delightful shivers down his spine.
“Um… what… what am I supposed to do, exactly?” said Doug. He looked her over and saw the gown hugged her curves beautifully. The firelight and moonlight played along her body and her hair, making her even more exotic looking. Between that and her voice, he found himself growing erect. Even though this was only his mental body, he felt the primal physical urges begin to fill him.
The woman said, “Anything you want. I am here to serve you in any way you need.” She eyed Doug’s naked body and his rising erection. “If I may…” She stepped up to Doug and kneeled before him. She looked into his eyes as she reached up and slipped her fingers around his sex, the grip firm but gentle. Her crimson eyes stayed on his as she leaned forward and placed her lips around the tip of him. Doug let out a ragged gasp as pleasure surged through him, and he felt himself instantly shooting to the edge of orgasm. Doug tried to mentally brace himself for the inevitable crash of his release hitting the barrier. But it didn’t happen. His penis stiffened in the first tight pulse of orgasm, and kept on going.
Doug let out cries of relief, sinking to his knees as for the first time in years, he felt the sensations of his semen surging through his cock and spurting into the crimson-eyed woman’s mouth. She followed his fall, going down on hands and knees herself, reaching up with her free hand to grab him by the shoulder to hold him up as she sucked and swallowed up his seed. When he finally stopped, the woman rose into a kneeling position and hugged Doug to her. He clutched her tightly, tears falling down his eyes.
“Oh, god,” he said breathlessly. “Oh thank you…”
“We aren’t done, lover,” said the woman, purring in his ear. “You still have so much tension to release.” She leaned back, stood, and slipped her arms free of the gown’s shoulder straps. It fell to the ground and Doug looked up to see her naked body, glorious in the dual light of the fire and the moon. She held out her arms invitingly. “Come,” she said. Doug took her hands and let her help him up. She stepped into him and kissed him. Doug found his penis had not lost its hardness and he found himself rubbing against her.
Soon, they were on the ground again, Doug thrusting inside her, working to another orgasm as she moaned in his ear and held him, petting his back and head, saying, “Oh yes, cum inside me, cum…” Doug quickly satisfied her request. He did so many, many times…
***
Five minutes passed, and Violet could feel Doug’s anxiety and sexual frustration begin to ease down. He had shed a few tears at first and made a few soft whimpers. His penis was practically writhing in his pants, but of course, it did not cum. However, though his body still naturally reacted to his mental state, Doug’s consciousness was not attached to his physical body, and in the psychic dream Violet was giving him, he spent a very long night of passion in the arms of the crimson-eyed woman, all his pent up lusts and frustrations being gradually milked from his mind as he released into his illusionary lover again and again. When Doug finally seemed to have exhausted himself, Violet had the crimson-eyed woman hold him and let him cool off in the post-orgasmic bliss. In the real world, Doug’s penis finally relaxed and softened, and even though Violet knew the ache of blue balls would still be there, it should be counter balanced by the sense of relief his mind was now awash in. Violet had the crimson-eyed woman kiss Doug before she caused the illusion to fade and she brought him back to the waking world.
Doug’s eyes fluttered open and he looked at Violet with total adoration. “Oh, thank you,” he said breathlessly, as he had said to the woman. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He reached up and Violet felt his hand cup the back of her head and his lips parted slightly. Violet tensed and Doug seemed to suddenly realize where he was and quickly shook his head, yanking his hand away. Violet sat up, withdrawing her hands.
“I’m sorry,” said Doug. “Sorry. I was still lost in the moment.”
“That’s okay,” said Violet. “How do you feel?”
Doug winced. “My balls kind of ache, but other than that, I feel like I just spent a night in heaven.” He sat up on the couch and took a deep breath. “God, you’re boyfriend is one lucky guy.”
“Yeah,” said Violet, her expression falling a bit flat. “I guess.”
Doug’s brow creased. “Are you okay? I shouldn’t have let you do that, should I? You’re look like you’re feeling guilty now.”
Violet shook her head. “No, it’s not that,” she said. “I just, um…”
“I should go,” said Doug. He stood. “Thank you, really. That was the most incredible thing I ever experienced.”
“Oh, I dunno,” said Violet, forcing a thin smile. “I’m pretty sure Sara’s a lot more intense.”
Doug let out a chuckle that almost wasn’t humorless. Then he frowned. “Violet, I don’t want this to go sour between us. It was incredible, but I’m not going to ask you to do this again. So, please, I hope you doing this for me isn’t going to become a problem.”
“Don’t worry about me and Jim,” said Violet. “Will Sara find out?”
“I… I don’t think so,” said Doug. “It should be another two weeks or so before she comes back, going by her usual pattern. By then, I’m sure I’ll be back to being frazzled. And besides, you didn’t make me physically cum, so I don’t see how she’d know. She can use her spells to sort of mimic psychic abilities, but she’s not actually psychic. Her magic focuses more directly on the body.”
“Okay. Good.” Violet’s voice was low and she still had a worrisome look on her face.
Doug started to reach out and touch her shoulder, but thought better of it. He didn’t need to make things more complicated than they were. He turned and said, “Well, um… thank you again. I guess I’ll go.”
“Your welcome Doug,” said Voilet. “I’m glad I could help.” He nodded and stepped out the door, closing it softly. Violet smiled a bit as she saw him walk with a new ease in his step, but once the door closed, she let out a dejected sigh as she sat down heavily on the couch.
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