Miranda’s Willy Wanker Clinic 2/5 (Powers, CFNM, Tease, Denial, Medical)

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CHAPTER TWO

Brock Sawyer fucked a tight squealing little blonde in his dreams. 

The muscular twenty-one-year-old blond college wrestler pounded the hot five-foot-nothing waif without remorse, his big biceps bulging as he held her tiny waist, his powerful hips thrusting as he plunged his thick eight inch cock over and over into the squealing girl’s tight hole-

She was totally nude, bent over his bed, forced up on her cute pink manicured toes, moaning and grabbing the sheets, begging for mercy from his huge cock- 

Mercy he didn’t give her.

“OH MY GOD- IT’S TOO BIG BROCK!  YOU’RE TOO BIG!  SLOW DOWN!”

The dreaming boy laughed and thrust even faster.  “Not until you cum!  And cum and cum and cum- until you’re BEGGING me for this cock every morning and night-”

“OHHHHHH FUUUUUUUCCK NOOOOOO-” the tiny girl wailed, her eyes starting to roll back into her head, her tongue lolling out and her hands grabbing the sheets, her pussy starting to make those tell-tale clenches. 

Brock loved seeing girls this way. 

She was squirming so much-

He was about to nut himself!

“NO!  DON’T CUM INSIDE ME!” she suddenly cried, trying to get away as she suddenly felt his cock get even bigger. “I’M NOT ON THE PILL!!!”

Brock laughed and tightened his grip and pulled the squirming girl back even harder, getting ready to explode so deep inside of her-

And woke up to a bright, blinding light and the sounds of stopped traffic outside.  

“What the-?”

Wind had blown the curtains of his room aside, letting the bright morning sun come through the open window and sit right on his face.  The sleepy boy shielded his eyes with one meaty hand and threw a pillow at the curtain to shut it.  

“Fuck!”

And he had been having the most incredible dream too!

And now he had this painfully hard morning wood!!

Brock looked at the clock, debated for only a second, then muttered ‘Fuck it’ and stuffed one hand under his sheets and inside his boxer briefs to start jacking off.

Let his sister deal with the discomfort, not him-

He started stroking and quickly got close, the build-up of that dream and picturing that tiny nude blonde bent over the side of his bed again, barefoot and wailing and cumming helplessly on his huge cock, getting him there so fast-

But just as he was building to the peak, a high-pitched wail came from across the hall.

“OH MY GOD- MOOOOOOOMMMMM!!” 

Brock instantly felt the sharp tingle of a Sex Magic spell looping off his orgasms- the raw electric buzz of a new user still learning her Powers- and then the pitter-patter of little feet racing down the hall-

And his 18 year-old sister burst into his room in just her silky camisole and cotton panties, the five-foot-nothing blonde waif stamping her pink manicured toes on the carpet, shaking her slim finger at him.

“I TOLD YOU TO STOP THINKING ABOUT ME WHEN YOU JACK OFF!”

“Hey, it wasn’t you I was thinking about,” he laughed, feeling his thick cock throb in his hand under the sheets.  “Just some girl from school.”  

“You know I can SEE what you’re thinking about when you jack off right?!” Bailey cried.  “She looks just like me!  IT’S GROSS!!!”

“Some girls would consider it a compliment.”

“BROCK!”

“We’re all getting used to you getting Powers all of a sudden,” he laughed, looking her smooth coltish legs up and down, her cute flat belly exposed between her silky cami and tight panties, the way her hard nipples made little points through her thin shirt on the ends of her small pert breasts-  “Now, are you gunna take this stupid orgasm block off, so I can finish?”

“YOU ASSHOLE-”

“She can’t take the block off because she didn’t put it on,” another teenager’s voice said from the hall.  “I did.” 

And Brock cursed when a sexy dark-haired girl with the pixie cut walked into his room, wearing a thin silky camisole and wide cotton panties just like his sister.  

“Hey Hutch,” Brock growled, finally letting go of his cock. “Forgot you stayed over last night.”

The dark-haired girl smirked, arms over her bra-less tits.  “Yeah, I just bet you did.”  

She had bigger tits and a fuller ass than Bailey but was nearly as short.  Great legs and feet, fuckable face, definitely excellent cock-sucking material- but he’d still rather watch his bratty sister take a thick dick than her smart-mouthed friend!

Although, seeing both girls standing there just feet from him, barefoot, in their thin panties and chest-hugging camis showing off the tops of their tits, Brock thought that maybe the best would be seeing them both fighting for his hard cock, struggling to get it in their mouths, moaning as they got wetter between their smooth legs, and then bending over his bed together as they pulled down their panties together, shaking their twin nude asses at him, begging him to stick it in theirs first-

“Fuck, I really need to finish,” Brock laughed as his cock throbbed in his briefs.  “Bail, get your friend to release my dick so I can cum- or things are going to get serious.”

His hot nearly-naked younger sister flipped her hair as she flipped him off and turned to leave.  “Get bent!  I don’t care if Hutch o-blocks you all week!  You deserve it after thinking about me like-AHHHH!”

Both girls squealed as the athletic boy leapt from his bed like a panther to stand across the open doorway, a wall of muscle now suddenly between them and the hall. 

“Get this orgasm block off me RIGHT NOW!” he growled, barring the way with his bulging wrestlers arms.  “Or else NONE of us are leaving this room until I cum!”

Hutch raised her hand towards the throbbing cock in his briefs, her painted fingernails pointed right at him.  “Or we could just move you ourselves, with a quick Push spell.”

“You two newbies don’t even know that spell yet- you haven’t had Powers long enough!”

Hutch held her pose a moment longer, then cursed and lowered her hand.  “Shit!”

Bailey took a deep breath- inflating her small ribcage to its max- and yelled out the doorway. 

“MOOOOOOOMMMMMMM!!”

“You kids figure it out on your ooooown!” an adult woman’s voice replied from downstairs.  “I have to go to wooooooorrrrrk!”

Brock grinned as the front door closed and a car started outside, standing with one hand against each doorjamb, as solid as a vault door.  “So Hutch, now you gonna unblock me?”

“Don’t do it!” Bailey cried.  “Let him suffer!”

The dark-haired girl looked at her, arms crossed over her chest again.  “Well I’m not going to spend all day trapped in his room, in just my panties!”

“Maybe you’d like to spend all day trapped in here, without them,” Brock laughed.

“Fuck you!”

Bailey turned to her brother, who had been checking out her tight, smooth, panty-clad ass.  “Fine!  We’ll bet you for it!”

He looked up with a laugh.  “What?” 

“We’ll bet you for it!  Win- we get to leave, lose- you get the block taken off!”

“What bet?”

Bailey looked around the room, arms over her chest, then finally laughed. “Wrestling.”

“What?!” Brock howled, almost falling over!  “Have you seen all these trophies on the wall?”

“That’s wrestling against boys,” Bailey said.  “They just passed a law in Texas, preventing boys from wrestling against any Empowered girls at any time.”

“Because they didn’t want the girls getting their backs broken,” Brock growled back.  

Hutch laughed.  “Because they’d know you’d lose.”

“So you’re chickening out?” Bailey laughed, going up on her toes, poking his chest.  “Bwak-bwak-”

He pushed her back so hard she almost hit the wall!  

“Fine!” Brock agreed, crouching down solidly in front of the door.  “You pin me, you leave!  But if I pin you-” -his hard cock throbbed at the thought- “Hutch has to take off her block spell!”  His cock got even harder!  “And BOTH of you have to take off all your clothes before you leave!”

Both girls’ jaws dropped, even as their faces flushed. 

“Gross!”

“Perv!”

But they were too far in now, they had to continue!

The boy laughed, his big dick getting even harder!  “So?  Are we doing this?”

“Oh, definitely,” Bailey said, stretching her thin arms across her chest, starting to stretch her legs to warm up.  “Time to teach you a fucking lesson.  Watch this, Hutch.”

Brock laughed even louder.  “You’re not taking me on together?  Added up, the both of you almost reach my weight class.”

“Nope, just me,” Bailey laughed, stretching her quads, feeling the boy’s hungry eyes on her thin naked legs.  “Hutch can be ref!”

“Fine- go be ref Hutch,” Brock laughed, flipping the girl off as he continued to stretch. 

“Get bent,” she said, flipping him off back as she sat down on his bed, cross-legged, in just her panties.  She watched the shirtless muscular boy warm up, his thick hard cock tenting aggressively against his tight blue cotton briefs-  “But if we win- Bailey gets to cast one spell on you too!”

Brock laughed while he rolled his corded neck.  “Bailey doesn’t barely know one spell.”

“Then what are you worried about?”

But Bailey was glancing at her friend too.  “Yeah, what are you talking about?”

And Hutch leaned forward and whispered something in her ear.  

Something which made Brock’s cute blonde 18-year-old sister smile.

A lot.

“Oh yeah!  That would be so- epic!  Okay!”

“Fine, whatever!” the boy growled, his big blue balls heavy and his morning wood painfully tenting his boxer briefs!  “Let’s just do this already!”

Bailey gave her friend a look.  

Hutch gave her a smirk and nod back. 

Both girls giggled.  

And the two fighters started to circle each other.  

Brock’s carpeted room was just large enough for two adults to wrestle a bit, the desk and chair and bed far enough out of the way unless someone really got thrown.  Brock circled his sister in a low powerful stance, his fingers almost dragging on the ground, Bailey was kinda standing up in a weird boxer’s pose, hands out in front of her.  Brock would occasionally shoot one hand out to try and grab her knee, Bailey would squeal and jump back and slap it away, always escaping just in time.  

But Brock wasn’t even using half his strength or speed.

He grinned, feeling it throb.  “I’m going to enjoy showing you what real wrestling is like.”

His sister grinned back.  “Me too.”

Hutch laughed.  “And I’m going to enjoy watching Bailey cast that spell!”

What stupid spell were they talking about?!  Brock wondered in his head.

He was orgasm-blocked already- that’s the first spell any girl learned!

If she could Force-lift or Force-push him, she’d have already done it! 

But there were other, horrible, spells Brock had heard rumors about-

Ones able to give men weird fetishes against their will- 

Or shrink their cock a little every time they jacked off-

Or force them to always lick up all their cum after an orgasm!  

But Brock shook those thoughts out of his head as he prepared to tackle her- end this fast and he wouldn’t have to worry about any stupid spells!  

He was planning how he’d take her down, to keep her from hitting her head on his desk or a  wall as he flipped her to the ground-

How he’d grab that smooth little body-

That tight little ass-

Her little wrists-

And hold her down until she submitted!

His powerful cock throbbed wildly at the thought.  

“And that’s why they don’t let boys wrestle girls,” his sister giggled, pointing.

“Shut UP!” the boy roared, leaping forward.

And that’s when Bailey pounced too.  

The shock of it startled him for half a step-

He hadn’t expected her to dive at him-

They met much earlier than he expected, in the center of his leap-

Chest to chest-

Cheek to cheek-

It was like hitting a man almost his own size!

He stumbled, trying to adjust his footing-

He pushed harder, trying to get an advantage- but Bailey held her own, her bare feet barely moving on the floor!

“What the fuck?!”

His little sister seemed a lot stronger than she looked!

A giggling Bailey turned inside his arms and suddenly his rock hard cock was pressing up against her hot pantied ass-

“Uhhnngggh!” he squealed, putting her in an awkward bear hug at the last second, going up on his tiptoes!

“What’s wrong tough guy?!” she laughed in his ear, her tiny ass rubbing against his steel cock as they struggled- “Not used to fighting girls?”

The shock of her tight ass against his dick with just thin panties between them-

Her soft skin against his-

The smell of her hair-

-had him completely off balance!

“NO!” the blushing boy yelled, getting even harder in his shorts and even redder in his face as his sister and Hutch both laughed!  “It’s FINE!”

He had to end this fast!

The longer this went on, the stupider he looked!

He grabbed her wrist and thigh, getting ready to flip her to the ground in a Reverse Samson-

But when he grabbed her thigh- it was like grabbing the trunk of a tree!

It barely moved an inch!

The naked boy started to sweat!

“What the hell?!”

Her back to his chest, her arms fighting with his arms, five-foot-nothing Bailey was panting with the exertion, but also holding her own, against her buff two-hundred-and-ten pound brother!

“Did you ever notice-” she giggled, actually pushing him back, his naked feet sliding on the carpet- “that I seem to get stronger, the harder your stupid dick gets?”

Brock’s eyes got big, even as she pushed him back another step!

“And that Powers give a girl a special connection... to a boy that always jacks off to them?”

Brock started to realize the trouble he might be in. 

And then her cute manicured hand shot down between his legs and grabbed his balls right through his briefs.  

Brock realized it the same exact second Hutch did. 

“And this fight is OVER!” she announcered from the bed, right before Bailey squeezed her older brother’s nuts tightly.

“AHHAHHHHHGGGH!” the boy screamed, hunching over onto her smooth shoulder and grabbing for her hand!  “BAIILLEY!”

“And I’m not even squeezing very hard!” she laughed to her friend, who was almost falling over in tears.  

“BAILEY!  WAIT-” the boy panted!

“This is squeezing hard,” she giggled.  

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

“And here’s the real reason they don’t let boys wrestle girls,” Bailey whispered into her brother’s ear, holding his defenseless nuts in her super tight little grip. 

He tried to dislodge her with a frantic grip on her wrist, but she was way too strong!

And his cock was still getting harder, from rubbing and grabbing her tight nearly naked body!

She pulsed her fist again, making him scream in a high pitched voice and go up all the way onto his tiptoes.  And with him already leaning over her shoulder, she simply turned her hips and judo flipped her much larger brother onto the carpet.  

All while still holding onto his nuts. 

“AHHHH-OOOF!” the muscular boy screamed, crashing naked onto his carpeted floor with his balls still in her crushing grip.  And his laughing sister landing on top of him!

“Get him Bailey get him!!!” Hutch cheered from the bed, as the slim blonde wrapped her legs around his neck while clamping his nuts, like she had seen a woman do on the internet video she had masturbated to many many times.  

And then squeezed.  

“AHHHHHHHH!” Brock wailed, trying desperately to pull her hand off his nuts!

The pain was immense!

Like nothing he could stand!

“I still don’t understand how boys think they’re the stronger sex,” Bailey giggled to her friend, “when they’ve got these two stupid little things between their legs-” 

And then she crushed his nuts even harder.

“BAILLLEEEY!!” the naked boy begged, trying to fight back!  But the girls laughed as his defense was spastic, disorganized, as his laughing little sister crushed her much bigger brother’s balls!

“Here, I guess you won’t need these anymore,” Hutch laughed from the bed and, leaning forward, started pulling his boxer briefs down his legs!

“WAIITT!! NOO!!” the boy screamed as the girls laughed, watching him trying to fight back.  

Hutch laughed as she got the struggling boy’s boxers off his butt-

Down his thighs- 

Then off his struggling feet, as the boy kicked and fought ineffectively!

“And... TADA!” Hutch squealed, whipping his underwear around her head like a trophy! “Sexy Naked Wrestler!”

And both girls laughed at the humiliated, embarrassed, nude boy!

He was totally naked and rock hard, in front of his laughing sister and her friend!

And his sister still had that stupid leg lock around his neck!

“I’m going to keep you naked a lot more from now on,” Bailey laughed in his ear, breathing hard from fighting him, but slowly choking him out with her powerful thighs.  “Get used to it!” 

The naked boy blushed so hard, his thick cock throbbed and started to drip!

“Awww, he likes that idea!” Hutch laughed.  

And then her little hand closed around his thick cock!

“NOOOO!!!”

Her hand felt SO good-

Oh god he was gonna cum!!

“Uh-oh!” she laughed, jacking him off.  “Someone’s close!”

“NO I’M NOT!” he groaned as both girls laughed and wrestled him.  He had one hand on Bailey’s smooth thighs, trying to break that suffocating leg lock, the other reaching for Hutch, trying to get her to stop playing with his most private parts however she wanted!  “STOP!!!”

Hutch started jacking him off faster.   

“NOOOOOOOOO!!!  WHHHAAAAAT!!” the boy wailed, kicking his legs ineffectively as her fingers swirled and pulled his dripping dick!

She felt so GOOD against his body-

Jacking him off like a professional-

He couldn’t see any of it, all he could see was Bailey’s thighs-

But he could FEEL that cute little Hutch had jacked off hundreds of guys in the car before!  She knew exactly what to do!

“OHHH... FUUUUCCCCCK-” he wailed, about to nut!

“Yeah, come on big brother!” Bailey panted, still squeezing her legs around his neck. “Make this real easy for us-”

Hutch laughed and leaned forward to give his cockhead just one little lick as she stroked. 

“ARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!” the boy wailed, bucking in the laughing girls’ grips as a huge blocked orgasm overtook him!

It started in his tingling toes and fingertips-

The rush of electricity shooting up his spine and arms and legs-

Meeting like a geyser at his cock, making his thick shaft quiver and his heavy bulging balls finally squeeze and shoot out their huge load-

Except they didn’t.

His big, overdue cum stream got to the very tip of his dick and then instantly reversed course, Hutch’s simple magic making it burn his urethra as the semen turned and went the wrong way-

Slamming into his balls like a fist dropped from overhead, making the helpless nude boy yell and thrash, as the two laughing girls held him down!

“NOOOO!!  FUUCCCCKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“Whoooo!  Sexy!” Bailey laughed.  “Shake that body!”

“His eyes are rolling back into his head!” Hutch giggled, jacking him faster for some post-torture.

He was shaking, unable to come down from the huge blocked orgasm as Hutch kept jacking him, shivering and moaning and yelling as the two slim girls laughed, Hutch getting a better grip on his legs and Bailey improving her leg lock around his throat.  

And starting to squeeze.  

He was having a hard time getting air!

“BAI-” he gasped, tapping her slim thigh urgently!  Now it was liked being choked out by a steel cable!  “BAI-”

“You can’t tap out yet- we haven’t even done our finishing move!” she laughed.  And her smooth legs were now perfectly locked around his neck, cutting off his air!

And all Brock could see was the small Hutch easily lifting his heavy nude legs up and apart-

And his laughing sister making a little fist with her fingers and raising it high up above her head-

“NOOOOOOOOO-” he begged, trying to fight her off with his one free hand.

He had no chance. 

Bailey’s fist slammed into his balls like a hammer into clay.

SMMAACK!

“ARRRRRRGGGGGGH!”

The girls laughed even harder as the helpless boy bucked and writhed on the floor, still unable to dislodge his smaller sister from her silly untrained wrestling hold, his balls totally at their mercy!

“NOOOOO-”

SMMAACK!   SMMAACK!   SMMAACK!

“-AHHH!!”

He was openly crying now!  Begging like a baby!  “BAIIIIILEEE!  PLEEEEASEEE!”

“Say goodbye to those nuts!” Hutch howled, as Bailey reared back to punch them again.

“Literally!” Bailey laughed, squeezing her legs around his reddening neck, cutting off his air further.  “Because after this, we’re taking you straight to-”

***

***

“Oh, look at you!” Susan sang when Yasmine walked into the break-room early that morning.  

The young Egyptian doctor had gotten her long shiny black hair done in an American style, put on very light lipstick and mascara, and wore a new, just-at-the-knee miniskirt, silk blouse, and low but sexy kitten heels.  Nowhere near as daring as Miranda or the other doctors, but much more alluring than yesterday!  

“You look like a young Selma Hayek!” Susan finished as Yasmine started to blush.  

“Oh, it’s not anything-”

“I was going to say Sophia Vergara,” Carol said, sipping a big mug of coffee.

“Guys, come on!” Yasmine giggled, blushing so hard!

“You’re going to give all those naughty boys nice stiff boners the second they see you strut into that examination room,” the receptionist laughed.  

“Yeah, they won’t stand a chance!” Susan agreed.

Yasmine giggled a little, as she poured herself some coffee.  “You really think so?”

“Of course!  How was it with boys when you dressed up back in Egypt?”

Yasmine stopped.  “Oh- well- I mean, we really couldn’t dress like this.  Back there.”

“Yes but how about with your boyfriends when you went out?” Carol pressed.  

“I mean... I didn’t-  Medical school really didn’t leave a lot of time... for dating.”

Both Susan’s and Carol’s eyes got large. 

“Oh. My. God,” Susan said.  “She’s a virgin!”

“I am NOT!” Yasmine protested, blushing hotly under her silk collar now, pulling her tight miniskirt lower, to cover as much knee as possible!  She fretted with the hem as she talked.  “There was... one guy- a friend of my cousin’s- at a party once-”  She blushed even deeper!  “But it wasn’t very good- we mostly fumbled around in the dark- rushing before we got caught!”

Carol put her mug down on the table with finality.  “So it’s settled.  We have to get Dr. Saleh laid this week.”

“NO!” the Egyptian cried as Susan eagerly clapped.  “I don’t want-”

“Do you like guys with cute small dicks or BIG HONKING DONGS?!” Susan giggled, using her hands to show the size.

Carol chuckled.  “I’d think small ones, for her first time.”

“It’s her second time!”

“A quick fumble in dark doesn’t count-”

“Guys, really!” Yasmine said, her heart racing!  “I don’t need big honking d-”

“Doctors!” Nurse Jennifer screamed, the young cute Asian nurse bursting into the break-room with a panicked look.  “It’s an emergency!  We need a doctor in the waiting room!!!”

“That’s you,” Carol said, standing up and pouring her coffee down the drain.  “Miranda isn’t in yet, so you’re the only doctor on site.”

But Yasmine was already moving.  “Yes.  Okay!” she gulped, picking up her black doctor’s bag with everything she might need in an emergency, a habit she had learned in Egypt.

Heart pounding, palms sweating, she followed nurse Jenny through the halls and into the empty waiting room- empty because they hadn’t even opened the clinic yet!- to see-

A sexy blond muscular wrestler, maybe only twenty, blindfolded, wrists tied behind his back, ankles securely tied too, hopping on his bare feet, totally NUDE in the waiting room, his large beautiful penis erect and throbbing, the boy being restrained at one arm by a short slim blonde half his size and a dark-haired teen with a cute pixie cut on the other!

“Hurry up!” the blonde cried, trying to keep her grip in the bulging bicep of the struggling boy!  “We can’t hold him for much longer!”

Yasmine froze-

The boy didn’t look injured-

His healthy throbbing erection testified to that-

And he was obviously being brought to the clinic against his will-

So what was a doctor to do?!

Luckily Susan was right beside her with a stretcher.  “Put him here- we’ll get him tied down!”

Susan pulled the stretcher alongside, lowered it to knee height and the two teens simply pushed the boy over onto it.  She raised the bed and turned to Yasmine as the boy kicked and struggled.  “Help me get him strapped down!  Dr. Saleh!”

Spurred by her name, Yasmine jumped forward and grabbed the thick leather straps of the stretcher, her fingers automatically falling into the pattern she had used with psychiatric patients during her training-

Chest first-

Arms-

THEN legs-

Nurse Jenny ran up on the other side, placing two bare fingers on the underside of the boy’s throbbing cock.  “Pressure is 150 over 100!  He’s right on the edge!”

“Let’s get him into a gyno chair and we’ll start compressions!” Susan said, wheeling the stretcher around.  “Right Doctor?!”

Yasmine felt the walls closing in!  

“Right for what?!” she demanded.

Susan laughed.  “For an emergency Willy Wanker of course!”

And Susan was already pushing Brock towards Exam Room 1, with the crowd of Yasmine, Nurse Jenny and the two girls following closely.  Yasmine was already keeping up compressions on the boy’s ulna refractor with her Powers, immediately doubling or tripling his sperm production just in case, as she turned to the girls.  

“Is that why you’re here?  To give him a Willy Wanker?”

Both girls answered at once.

“Yes!  Of course!”

“It still counts as one spell!”

“What happened?” Yasmine demanded as they and the stretcher rounded the corner, still keeping up the compressions with her mind.  “How did you get here?!”

“It happened all of a sudden-” the blonde girl was giggling- Yasmine noticed how cute she was in her tight yoga pants and sports bra cupping her pert top and tight bottom- “we only just got him to ‘agree’ to the Willy Wanker early this morning, and he was already nude and hard-”

“So we wrapped him up and brought him here!” her friend finished, laughing as the blindfolded boy struggled and moaned through his gag!

A gag of floral cotton panties, Yasmine noted.  

In fact, the ties on his wrists-

The ones around his ankles-

Were all young girl’s panties!  Cheeky sexy thongs!  

And the blindfold across his eyes was a silky camisole!

Yasmine felt a charge of Power as she touched the ties holding the struggling boy’s wrists together.  They all burst into Exam Room 1 all together, Susan moving the stretcher into place and Jenny readying the gyno chair.  Yasmine washed her hands quickly while talking to the girls.  “And who are you two?!”

“I’m Brock’s younger sister!” the blonde beamed.  “Bailey!”

That made sense- family resemblance-

“And I’m just an interested party, who really wants to see this boy de-nutted for the rest of his life!” Hutch laughed.  

Yasmine looked to Susan as she dried her hands.  “Can they- she’s just a girl?  And he’s their older brother!”

The blonde nurse looked up from helping Jenny to the girls.  “How old is he?” she demanded of Bailey.

“21 and a half!”

“And how old are you?!”

“Eighteen!”

“And a half,” Hutch giggled.  

“It checks out!” Susan laughed to Yasmine, getting the big metal restraints ready as fast as she could.  “Girls get full rights in this state at 18- boys don’t reach majority until 22!   Until then, they have to abide by all medical decisions made by their mother or local guardian, which in special cases can be their younger sister, as long as she’s over 14!”

“As long as she’s over...” Yasmine gasped, playing out the possibilities in her mind. 

Young girls, making sexual decisions for their horny OLDER brothers-

Totally against the boy’s will-

No matter how he begged or pleaded-

-was exactly the opposite of how things were in Egypt!

And she felt the heat starting to build on her skin and between her legs again. 

“Chair’s ready!” Susan announced.

“Loosening stretcher restraints!” Jenny replied.  

“I’ll magic him up into the chair-” Susan said, her fingers glowing blue, her hands thrust out toward the boy, who lifted a few inches into the air-  “Wait!  He’s fighting me!” Susan cried!

And Yasmine sensed her push harder, trying again to use Sex Magic to lift the much larger erect boy up and into the bulky gyno chair.  And while Brock lifted a few inches again, he stopped there!

“He’s got a hold of the stretcher!” Jenny cried, trying to break the boy’s iron grip on the stretcher frame, even with his hands tied behind his back!

“I don’t have enough affinity built up to move him!” Susan yelled, still straining.  “He’s never seen me!” she realized, looking at the blindfolded boy.  “Even though he’s rock hard- we’ve got no link!”

“The panties are coming loose!” Bailey cried, watching the cloth around his wrists unravel!  

Hutch grabbed Dr. Saleh’s arm.  “Do something!”

Yasmine’s mind flew through all the options-

What might work, what might make things a lot worse-

And with only milliseconds left she decided-

-to reach out to slap the bound, blindfolded boy right on his exposed nuts.  

Hard.  

“Cut that out!” she commanded.   

“OOOOF!” the floating boy groaned, bending in half, but letting go with his fingers!

Susan floated him up and over into the chair with his cock still mostly hard and Jenny and Yasmine and Hutch and Bailey jumped forward to get his arms and legs clamped down into the heavy metal bracers just moments before the panties around his wrists and ankles ripped from the constant pull he had been putting on them ever since home.

Susan ducked between his kicking legs to slap Brock hard on the nuts again, making the tied up man buck and moan.  “And STAY down!”

Susan and Yasmine exhaled, looking at each other, and then broke into giggles.

“That was close,” Yasmine laughed.  

“Too close!” Susan agreed, giggling.  “This boy almost didn’t get his orgasms taken away today!”  

“Good thinking on the nut-slap,” Nurse Jenny panted, wiping her forehead.  “It’s always there as an option but I always forget it- and I didn’t want to lessen his erection when Susan was trying to Force-move him!”

“I thought about that,” Yasmine giggled, still catching her breath, “but he would have lost his erection in a few seconds anyway.  Getting his fingers off the stretcher was top priority.  And a hard sudden slap to the top of the testicles, not the bottom, activates the Vasco Vega nerve, which sends an immediate overwhelming signal to the pain centers of the brain, blocking out all  thought- just enough for him to lose his grip but still enough erection for Susan to move him!”

“Good thinking,” Susan giggled.  “I would have slapped the bottom of his nuts, not as effective!”

“The top causes the most pain,” Yasmine agreed, smirking.  “And it’s always easy to get an erection back.”

Absently, almost unconsciously, her hand had reached out while she was talking to squeeze Brock’s large thick half-hard cock, stroking while rubbing her thumb smoothly just below the cock head, to have the bound blindfolded boy gasping and straining in his restraints in just a few seconds!

“He’s horny, but not nearly horny enough for a Procedure 501,” Jenny frowned, using her Powers to sense.  “We probably need to start ulna refractor compressions on him to-”

“Already done,” Yasmine giggled, using her other bare hand to massage his hanging balls, making her spells even more powerful.  She looked at the nurses.  “I started them back in the waiting room.”

Susan laughed.  “I KNEW there was a reason Dr. Gates liked you!”

Brock had finally chewed through the horrible cotton panties Hutch had tied around his mouth back home, even though he still couldn’t see through the stupid silk camisole she had wrapped around his eyes!

“HEY!” he roared, shaking in his restraints.  “Let me GO!  I don’t want whatever horrible medical thing you’re planning on doing to me!  I OBJECT!!!!”

The two teens looked wide-eyed at Yasmine, worried what the professional doctor was going to say.

But the thick, throbbing, helpless cock filling up her hand felt way too good.  

“They always object,” Yasmine told the girls.  “That’s what makes this so fun.”  She winked at Susan.  “Isn’t that what Miranda would say?”

The nurse grinned.  “I’ll go have Carol start the paperwork.”

***

Yasmine sighed, using her sure fingers to stroke and squeeze Brock’s thick, throbbing- and frankly beautiful- cock to three, four, five powerful consecutive edges, until the muscular boy was shaking in the chair and thrusting his bound hips up into the air, begging for release.

“GODAMMNIT!  Just let ME CUM!!!” he screamed, as his sister and her friend giggled.  

Yasmine exhaled and simply redoubled her magic, using her relentless thumbs to stroke upward upward upward on the underside of his thick perfect cockhead, feeling each rib and throb in his leaking member pulsing through her body- 

The Lust Energy coming off his huge balls was just divine-

And he was still helpless and nude and blindfolded, making it even more delicious!

Under her silk shirt Yasmine’s skin was warm, her nipples rock hard inside her bra, and she kept rubbing her smooth thighs together under her tight miniskirt, the heat inside her black silk panties- the sexiest ones she owned- building like a hot little furnace in the air-conditioned room, making her toes tingle- 

But she kept up a professional demeanor for the girls. 

“Does he think about you often when he jacks off?”

“YES!” Bailey laughed, watching her brother’s nude muscular body convulse once again in a very close edge.  “Like, ALL the time!!”

“And who put this orgasm block on him?”

“That was me!” Hutch laughed.  “Do we have to take it off for the Procedure?”

“Unfortunately, yes.  A 501 is a very delicate spell, we can’t have any other magic interfering.  That’s why we use the restraints instead of a-” Brock gasped and stiffened and Yasmine took her hands away just at the last moment, leaving him mere milliseconds from finally spurting his huge aching load everywhere. 

“FUCK!  DAMMIT!!” the boy yelled, squeezing his fists and flexing his raised toes, the only movements his restrained body was able to make, as the watching teens giggled again.  The wrestler’s heavy balls pulled incredibly tight, paused, but didn’t empty, leaving him horribly full and aching once again.  Yasmine gave him exactly three seconds before starting again.  

“But,” she told the girls, massaging his overfull balls, sensing the turmoil her sperm-production spell was causing inside them, loving how thick his huge powerful but helpless dick was getting in her hands- “I do find it even more delightful, to know a boy is totally unblocked and physically able to orgasm- a racehorse standing at a wide open gate, so to speak, able to walk through- but just not on his own!  And never again, without a willing woman’s help!”

“Hear that Brock- a willing woman!” Hutch laughed. “So you’ll probably never cum again!”  And the teen reached forward to use her short fingernails to tickle his bare feet, making the boy cry and buck in his restraints even harder. 

Yasmine swallowed as she felt her panties dampen again. Girls in Egypt were never so bold!

“Well I’m sure never going to help him!” Bailey giggled, standing up to tickle his other naked foot, driving the bound boy mad. 

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!   STOPPP ITTTT!!”

His thick cock was pulsing in Yasmine’s hand as the girls tickled him, so hot and helpless-

Her mouth watered at the sight.

The door opened and Susan laughed, watching the two girls mercilessly tickle the muscular naked bound boy.  “Dr. Saleh?”

“Yes?”

“I checked with Miranda and she got called away for some emergency work at the big hospital down the street- she won’t be back until after lunch at least!”

Yasmine stepped back, finally letting go of the beautiful cock and letting the girls continue to tickle the boy as she conferred with Susan in the corner.

“So what does that mean?” she whispered to Susan.  “We just leave him blindfolded and tied up for three hours?”

Susan laughed.  “Well, it won’t kill him.” 

“OH GOD- OH FUCCK!” the boy pleaded as both girls tickled his feet, ribs, stomach, shaved armpits, everywhere except his crotch, laughing as they watched his untouched cock bounce and strain as he bucked!

“They’ve made some progress tickling his previous orgasm history away,” Susan giggled, using her Powers to sense it.  “We could always give them the feather dusters and wait until Miranda comes back-”

“That would kill him,” Yasmine laughed, watching the small girls work over the helpless boy.  “Okay okay,” she told the teens, shooing them away before they gave the boy a heart attack.  She placed two fingers on the boy’s cock, just as nurse Jenny had done.

“180 over 120,” she laughed, as his penis throbbed and leaked at her touch!  “Let’s give this boy a break before he pops a blood vessel!”  

Susan opened the door to the hall. “Girls, why don’t you go sit in the waiting room for a spell, while we wait for the Clinic’s Head Doctor to return?”

“But he’s still going to get the Willy Wanker today, right?” Bailey asked, gathering her keys and phone.  “He’s still going to leave here unable to ever touch his cock again?”

Yasmine smiled.  “If you still want that, yes.”

The two teens squealed, stopping on either side of Brock’s head before they left, bending over so their lips were just millimeters from the blindfolded boy’s ears.  

Yasmine noted that the dark-haired Hutch wore such a short black wraparound skirt, that as she bent over, Saleh could see all of her smooth round well-formed buttocks, and the slim white thong tucked cutely between them!

“I’m going to have so much fun watching these hot doctors pull away your ability to ever touch that useless cock again,” Bailey giggled in her brother’s ear, Yasmine noting the helpless boy’s cock jumping as she did.  “To make you completely unable to ever nut again.”

“No matter how horny you are,” Hutch whispered into his other ear. 

“No matter what we we wear at home.”

“No matter what spells we cast on your cute cock and balls,” Hutch giggled.  

“We’re going to cover our naked bodies in nothing but baby oil and sunbathe outside your window every single day you’re home from school,” Bailey promised, her mouth almost licking her struggling brother’s ear.  

“Right outside your window,” Hutch agreed.  “With our legs wide open.”

Bailey reached down, ready to flick his heavy nuts with one finger.  “And there won’t be a fucking THING you can do about it!!!”

Flick!

“AHHHHHHH!” Brock cried, breathing hard, thrusting his hips into the air, his huge throbbing hard cock bouncing and slapping against his abs!

The two laughing girls kissed him on either cheek and skipped out the door.  

Susan and Yasmine looked at each other as Susan closed the door.  

“Oh my god, what did he do to piss THEM off?” Yasmine whispered into Susan’s ear.

“Probably the same thing every boy does,” Susan giggled back, making a stroking motion.  

Yasmine put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh!  She looked at the straining, naked, blindfolded boy and whispered into Susan’s ear.  “So what do we do now?  Just wait for Miranda?”

“You could always start the 501 yourself.”

Yasmine gulped!  “I’d rather have Dr. Gates here... in case something odd happens!”  

“HEY!” the blindfolded boy called out to the quiet room.  “Did you all just leave me in here?!”  He pulled at his wrist and thigh restraints to no effect.  “HEEY!” 

Susan smiled, looking at the naked wrestler and his big, throbbing, undefended cock.  She whispered back into Yasmine’s ear, even quieter.  “Then we’ve got some time to kill, don’t we?”

Yasmine frowned.  “Susan, what are you-”

“It seems a shame to waste an opportunity this... thick,” the nurse giggled.

And Yasmine’s eyes got big as the giggling nurse tiptoed between the boy’s spread legs!  

Susan! she wanted to hiss, but clamped two hands over her shocked mouth!

The small five-foot-one blonde looked over the naked straining man, breathed him in, then dropped her pink lips over the top half of his cock and started madly sucking him off.

“AHHHHH!!! JJESSSUSSS!   FUUCCCKKKKK!!” the horribly edged, blindfolded, blue-balled boy cried out, shaking in his restraints, trying to close his legs or grab her head, but unable to move an inch!

His bucking hips finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and Susan pulled back beyond his legs, giggling and wiping her mouth!  She had made sure to not let any of her hair or clothes touch his thighs.  

“HEY!” the blindfolded boy yelled towards the door, breathing hard now!  “Someone’s- someone’s.... using a magic mouth on ME!”

Yasmine’s eyes got huge.  

He didn’t know they were still in the room.

Licking her lips, waiting for the angle of his twitching cock to be just right, Susan leaned forward and started sucking his cock hard again, her cheeks hollowing out, her tongue swirling like mad over his most sensitive parts, Yasmine could sense, her thumb and forefinger making a tight right around the root of his shaft so he couldn’t get away this time-

“HHEEEEEY!!” the desperate boy yelled towards the door, sweating now!  “She’s doing it again!!  SOMEONE HELP ME-AHHHHHHHHH!!”

He was crying, shaking in his restraints as- from his blindfolded viewpoint- a rogue phantom mouth sucked and sucked and tormented him to edge after edge!

But a phantom mouth could never feel as good as this....

 “AHHHH!!!   PLEEEEAASEE!” Brock begged, tears coming from around his blindfold!

Tears that were seriously turning Yasmine on.  

He was SO.... desperate! she gasped, squeezing her legs together as she watched Susan play with him!  So insanely, mindlessly... desperate to cum!

Susan pulled off his cock just at the last second, giving Yasmine a wicked look and then pointing at it, then her mouth.  The implication was clear.  

<<You want a go?>>

<<NO!>> Yasmine silently mouthed back, shaking her hands no too!

Susan giggled, licking her lips, looking at Yasmine with big eyes.  <<It’s REALLY good...>>

<<NO!!>>

Susan shrugged, then signaled:  <<Just one more time...>>

And she gave the boy the longest strongest suck ever.

He was crying!

Shaking!

Desperate to shoot, his balls actually causing him physical pain from how edged they were!

Still sucking, Susan signalled Yasmine to get to the door.  Slipping out of her high heels to use her quiet bare feet, Yasmine did.  Susan signaled for her to open and close the door. 

Now understanding, Yasmine did, loudly.

Susan pulled off the desperate boy’s cock right away. 

“Oh by GOODNESS Mr. Sawyer- I’m SO sorry!” Susan laughed, walking around loudly in her sneakers, touching the shaking boy’s chest from the side as if she had just walked.  “We sensed one of the girls in the waiting room using a phantom mouth on our patients and we couldn’t triangulate the target to block it until now!  Has it been going on long?!”

“YES!” the desperate boy cried.  “FOREVER!”  He panted, helpless and in tears.  “And it really HURT!!”

Yasmine couldn’t help but giggle!

“It was probably one of those girls who brought you in,” Susan laughed, checking the boy’s restraints.  “They learn Powers so fast at that age!  Wouldn’t that be something- for your little sister to learn how to do that with her magic, on the same day you get your masturbation privileges sealed away forever?”

Brock’s heart almost stopped, and Yasmine could sense it.  

The FEAR he had, of his little sister developing Sex Powers!

She slipped back into her high heels and clicked loudly ‘into’ the room.  “Okay, let’s look at this next patient- Mr. Sawyer!  Okay, now how long have you been masturbating, thinking about your younger sister’s underage body?”

“NEVER!” he cried, his balls aching worse than anything he had ever felt!  “I NEVER do that!!”

Yasmine put two fingers on the underside of his hard cock.  “Lying.  Try again, Mr. Sawyer- if you lie during a delicate a Procedure as 501, the magic might just detach your testicles and leave you ever unable to orgasm again!”

“Oh that would be such a shame,” Susan giggled, massaging his powerfully full, plum-sized balls!  

“OKAY OKAY!” he admitted.  “Maybe... sometimes!!”

“Yes, of course you do,” Yasmine said, trying to make her matter-of-fact voice match Miranda’s tone, even though she was grinning like Susan from ear to ear.  “I bet you thought all sorts of naughty thoughts about your sister and her friend over the last few years, especially as their young breasts started coming in... their legs got curvier... and their butts became nice and full and pert-”

Brock grunted, as his penis twitched and throbbed in the air!

Susan’s finger stroked the side of Brock’s shaft as Yasmine talked, making the helpless boy buck and moan.  “Didn’t you?”

“YES!” the red-faced boy admitted, leaking and horny and broken.  “I DID!”

Yasmine giggled, doodling in her notepad as Miranda had done.  “And how many times would you say?  How many times have you spurted your improper male load all over this nice tight chest, imagining those innocent girls doing horrible things?  Hmmm?”

“A... lot!”

“Tens of times?”

“Tell the truth now,” Susan giggled, using her fingernails to trace the ligaments in his testicles, the ones that might get ‘damaged’ during the 501...  

“HUNDREDS OF TIMES!” the boy finally admitted!  “EVERY NIGHT- before Bailey got her Powers!!”

Yasmine was covering her mouth, laughing at this tough, macho, muscular boy freely admitting he had spent so much of his male lust spraying cum onto his own chest to thoughts of his laughing bratty little sister, one who would never think about returning the interest, when Susan chimed in. 

“Well!  That calls for a change in plans, right Doctor?”

“What?  Yes, of course...” Yasmine agreed, not really knowing where Susan was going.

The small blonde nurse pulled a pin on the solid armatures the boy’s wrists were attached too, freeing the metal swivels from above his head and letting his arms slide out in a big arc to his waist, like he was making a snow angel, even though his wrists were still held down the entire time.  

“We can’t proceed with the Procedure 501 when you’ve got this much perverted lust built up towards your younger sister and her friends,” Susan lied matter-of-factly, putting the thick pin back into the armatures when his wrists were beside his waist, locking them in that position.  

The boy was now held down with his legs high in stirrups, leather straps over his thighs and chest, his wrists clamped tightly at his side, his head on a steel peninsula.

Yasmine watched with wide eyes, unsure what Susan was up to.

With his head on a soft leather headrest supported by a thick bar of shiny metal, like a diving board, Susan leaned in towards the boy’s ears, just like his sister had done.  

“How well do you eat pussy... boy?”

Brock started struggling!  “WHAT!  NO!”

And she started untying the bottom of her tight green scrubs!

“SUSAN!” Yasmine cried, her eyes huge!  “What are you doing?!” 

The cute blonde nurse kicked off her shoes as she slid down her scrubs, exposing smooth toned slim legs, a pert ass and a very cute white thong.  Which was soaked in front.  

“Time to have a little off-the-books fun?” she giggled to Yasmine.

***

And then she started pulling her damp panties down her legs too!

“SUSAN!”

“We’ve got like, an hour, before Miranda even gets back into town,” the nurse giggled, stepping out of her panties to expose a smooth delicious, perfectly shaved pussy to Yasmine’s view, but then putting her sneakers back on.  She turned one crank on the side of the table and Brock’s head lowered until it was horizontal, exactly level with her waist. 

Yasmine saw how the nurse was lining things up and grabbed her arm.  “You can’t!!!”

The blonde laughed, whispering in her ear.  “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it.”

Yasmine’s face got so red!  “No!  But-”

“Don’t tell me you’re not more than a little wet down there right now, looking at this big beautiful thing,” Susan laughed, squeezing the root of the boy’s cock and shaking it, making him gasp!

Yasmine was flushed, looking at the door, panicking!  “But if they catch us- they’ll take away our medical license!”

“No they won’t, it’s a sex clinic,” the nurse laughed, turning down the lights a little.  “And who’s here to catch us?  If Carol walks in, she’ll probably join us!”

“US!?”

The bottomless Susan bent over, next to the blindfolded naked boy’s head again.  

“I’d take a deep breath if I were you.”

And Yasmine saw his cock jump again!

“You... can’t!” Brock cried, struggling in his bonds!

And that’s when the laughing nurse threw a leg over his neck and mounted his face like a bicycle seat.  

“Mmfffff!”

Her sneakered toes just touched the floor, Yasmine saw, so it wasn’t like she was resting all of her weight on the boy’s head-  

But even if she was, the heavily padded headrest was solid steel and looked like it could support Susan jumping on it!

But it still didn’t look like Brock was having a good time!

“Mmmmfph!!” he protested, turning redder in the part of his face Yasmine could see!

“Lick,” Susan commanded, starting to rub her smooth pussy back and forth across his mouth.  When he didn’t, she pinched his nose.  “Lick if you ever want to breathe again.”

“Susan!” Yasmine gasped.  

But it worked- the boy started licking furiously!  Yasmine could hear it!

“THERE you go,” the nurse sighed, tilting her hips to give him more access to her clit, riding him a little harder.  “THIS is what I needed from a cocky fuck boy like you today.”  She let go of his nose and stood up on her tiptoes, giving the struggling naked boy one big gasp of air, then quickly sat on his face again.  “LICK!”

“Susan!” Yasmine said again, but this time in laugh.  

Because she could feel how turned on the boy was getting-

By being used as a sex toy by the young skinny blond nurse-

How madly his cock was throbbing and filling with blood, more than it ever normally would-

Susan’s magic, Yasmine guessed-

But also... a family resemblance?! she thought, recalling the small bouncy blonde Bailey. 

“There you go fuck boy!” Susan giggled, her voice becoming higher pitched just like Bailey’s.  “You’re going to be just a toy to your sister and her friends to use after his, you know that right?”  

She moaned and grabbed his hair, leaning forward, letting her feet almost leave the floor!

“A toy!” Susan cried, riding his face!  “Just a little happy little slit-licker- never allowed to spurt his seed alone ever ever ever again-”

Brock was clenching and unclenching his bound fists at his waist, his face turning red- 

Running out of air! Yasmine realized!

“Susan, you have to let him-”

“In a second!” the small blonde laughed.

“Mmmpph!  MMMM!!”

Still rocking her hips on the struggling erect naked boy, the nurse winked at Yasmine.  “It’s always more fun if they struggle, right?”

After another ten long seconds, she lifted up on her toes just a few inches. 

Brock gasped, sucking in fresh air, and then Susan sat on his face again right away.

“MMMMPPH!”

“SUSAN!” Yasmine laughed, but she was getting so hot under her shirt!

The way this tiny little nurse was dominating him-

With just a little lift or drop of her toes-

Giving him life-sustaining air or taking it away-

As she forced him to lick her, while his cock throbbed untouched!

“You’re going to have to lick SO MUCH pussy to get a chance at release,” Susan laughed through cycle after cycle of breath-play, her eyes closed as she rode him.  “I bet you might have to lick your sister’s cute friend- what was her name?”

“HUTCH!” the boy gasped as Susan lifted on her toes to give him air, then smothered him again.  

“That’s right- Hutch!  I bet you’ll have to lick cute little Hutch twenty times before she gives you the quickest handjob ever.  Maybe fifty!  How mean do you think cute little Hutch might be, when you have to beg her for handjobs?” 

The boy was bucking like mad, under the tight seal of her pussy!

“Susan!!”

“Or maybe...” Susan gasped.  “You’d like to lick... Bailey’s?  I look exactly like her you know-”

The trapped, naked, bound and blue-balled boy yelled into Susan’s pussy lips, and the gasping riding nurse laughed and came.  

“YESSSSSS!” she laughed, her juices drenching him as she bucked on his face like a cowboy, squeezing her thighs around his ears, grinding her clit against his nose and lips and chin.  “FUCK YES!”

She pointed her toes back, putting ALL her weight onto the boy’s head, and when she finally shuddered for the last time and stepped off him, Yasmine was more than a little surprised to see that the boy was still breathing!  

Yasmine hurriedly wiped his coughing sputtering face to clear his airways while Susan wiped herself and pulled her panties and scrubs back up with a satisfied sigh.  

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Yasmine scolded the nurse.  

But Susan was all smiles, with a flushed, calm look on her reddened face.  “I can’t believe I stopped at just one!” she giggled, squeezing the boy’s monster cock again.  “I mean, just look at this thing, Yas!”

She wiped a drop of pre-cum off his sensitive head with one finger and licked it!

And as she held the thick cock in her little fist, it started bucking and straining and twitching, and Yasmine could feel some sort of spell being passed between the nurse and the boy-

A suck spell! she suddenly realized!

Susan didn’t have enough affinity before-

Not enough connection to use the full range of Sex Magic spells on this blindfolded boy she had never met-

But after riding his face- 

Oral sex!

And then licking up just one drop of his pre-cum with her juices still on his lips- 

More oral sex!

She now had the affinity to make the trapped boy feel her hot tongue and lips and even throat sucking and massaging his untouched cock faster and faster and tighter and tighter-

-with just her mind!

Yasmine could sense that Susan was now making Brock feel a perfect blow-job more intense than any professional on the planet could probably give!

“AHHHHHHHHAHHHH!” the trapped, bound, naked and horribly blue-balled boy cried, hitting his sister’s friend’s orgasm block like a wall at eighty miles an hour.  “FUUUCCCCCKKK!!!”

Yasmine watched in amazement as his balls pulled tight-

The nude boy bucking so hard on the table-

His beautiful hard stomach rising and falling-

His smooth pecs squeezing-

His aching cock so hard and helpless between his legs-

As he was sucked off and denied orgasm and blocked again! 

“Fancy a turn?” Susan giggled, making Yasmine jump!

“NO!  Absolutely not!”

“You’re blushing SO HARD,” Susan laughed, watching the doctor’s face!  “You know you want to feel what it’s like when a boy does this with his lips right on your pussy...”

And grabbing the root of Brock’s cock in one tight fist she bent over and stuck the top half in her tight actual mouth again, doubling her physical sensations to the overwhelming phantom touches the boy had been getting a moment before, sending him horribly over the edge into his orgasm block once again.

“AHHH!!  PLEASEE!  PLEASEEEE!  IT HURRRTSS!!” he wailed, crying as his blue balls throbbed and the magic blocked his orgasm, feeling like a punch to the nuts!  

“Oh god I’ve got to feel that,” Yasmine laughed, and, while she couldn’t believe she was doing it, started pulling down her panties from under her miniskirt!

“THERE’S my girl!” Susan laughed, pulling her mouth off the quivering cock only for a second, then giving the boy another hard, loving, tongue-heavy blow-job while the doctor got into position.

“PLEASE!” the boy begged, blushing as he felt Yasmine’s smooth thighs slide in around his cheeks.  In her high heels she was taller than the sneakered Susan, and could adjust her weight on the boy’s face more precisely. 

As long as her legs held out. 

“PLEASE!” Brock gasped, blushing as he smelled her scent, felt her strong smooth hot thighs surround his ears as she pulled up her miniskirt even higher.  “Not again!!”

“Oh god that just makes me want him more,” Yasmine giggled to Susan, grabbing the boy’s hair while Susan laughed and sucked even harder.  

This was it-

She could still turn back-

But the young Egyptian doctor in high heels with her panties on floor felt her naked pussy absolutely gushing, watching Susan work over this boy’s bound and helpless cock, his beautiful but useless muscles straining and pulsing so hard as he tried to get free-

Yasmine moaned and lowered herself and started riding his face.

“There you go!  Save a horse, ride a cowboy!” Susan laughed, just stroking his cock now.

And he started licking!

“Oh-GOD!” Yasmine gasped, feeling his strong tongue on her clit- 

He was helping-

He wanted her to cum-

He was picturing her right now, she could sense it-

He must have caught a half peek of her as his blindfold slipped after Susan’s wild ride-

In his mind’s eye, Yasmine was a taller, stronger, more beautiful version of herself-

A six-foot-tall Amazonian beauty with legs like an Olympic sprinter and breasts like a plastic surgeon’s masterpiece and long black flowing hair like some mythical legend-

“OHHHH WOOOOWWWWW-” Yasmine moaned, getting drunk off the attention, leaning forward, letting more of her weight rest on his face as her smooth thighs squeezed his head-

He wasn’t a good licker-

But he was so frantic, so desperate for his next breath-

And SO helpless, quivering and trapped underneath her-

And Susan was sucking his cock SO hard, sending his Lust Energy into overdrive-

That when the nude muscular boy hit his orgasm block at speed once again- a block reinforced by Susan at the last moment just to be safe- yelling and moaning into her pussy-

Yasmine threw her head back and came, harder than she ever had so far.

“YESSSSSSS!” she wailed, almost pulling the boy’s blond hair out with her fingers!  Her feet came completely out of her heels, her naked toes curling as she rested all of her weight on his beautiful face!  “OHMYGOD YESSSSS!”

She felt her womanly juices soak the boy, absolutely drench him from eyes to nose to chin in her slick wetness, and she couldn’t help it- 

Yasmine rocked back and forth on his face harder like she had seen Susan do, stretching out her aftershocks, making beautiful electric tingles run up and down her spine from the top of her head to the tips of her painted toes as the helpless, breathless boy sucked her clit like it would give him air.  

It was amazing.  

And when she opened her eyes, she saw a shocked Dr. Miranda Gates standing at the exam room door, with an even more shocked Bailey and Hutch peeking over her shoulders. 

“Holy FUCK!” Hutch laughed, watching the barefoot Dr. Saleh aggressively straddle Brock’s head, all her weight pressing on his trapped face.  “That was an OPTION?!?!”

***

A half an hour later, Dr. Gates looked at a very contrite Susan and Yasmine in her office, after the procedure had been finished.  

“Well, that was new.”

“It’s completely my fault, Dr. Gates!” Susan blurted out first.  “Carol and I had been talking about getting Yasmine laid today- and then the boy came in and he was so hot- and I could tell that Yasmine really liked edging his huge dick and-”

“No, I take full responsibility!” Yasmine interrupted, her face burning!.  “It was horrible and wrong and terribly unprofessional and I offer my resignation and I’ll be on the next flight back to-”

“Okay enough you two!” Miranda snapped, but laughing as she did.  “Dr. Saleh, your resignation is denied.  Categorically.  There’s not a doctor in this place who hasn’t thought about mounting a hot patient’s face while he’s strapped down in that chair and doing exactly what you did- the only difference being we usually only do it to our husbands or boyfriends when we bring them into the clinic, and then only after hours!”

“You... do?” Yasmine gasped, short of breath!  

“Of course!  Why do you think I designed the chairs to lay so flat?  It’s not for the 501s!”

“Oh, my, god,” Susan laughed, one hand over her mouth.  

Miranda coughed.  “Luckily, this patient’s sister and friend were mostly... okay with what they saw you doing to their nude helpless brother.  If not actually... intrigued?  If we hadn’t been there, I’m guessing the dark-haired one in the short skirt would have taken her turn right after Yasmine!”  Miranda shook her head.  “I hazard to say, that boy is going to find himself ‘accidentally’ tied down and blindfolded again at home sometime in the very near future.  Probably by his very own little sister.”

Yasmine gasped.

First nude step-mothers straddling the faces of their helpless, horny, unable-to-stroke sons-

And now little sisters writhing nude on top of their older blue-balled alpha-male brothers?!

What kind of country was this?!

And what was it doing to HER?!

Miranda coughed, bringing the young Egyptian’s thoughts snapping back. 

The older doctor raised just one eyebrow.  “Just... don’t let it happen again?”

Both Susan and Yasmine answered at once, blushing.

“Yes Miranda!”  

“Of course Doctor Gates!” 

Miranda stacked the papers in front of her, considering the matter closed.  “Okay, Susan, you can go, you’ve got rounds to do.  Yasmine, stick around for one more minute?”

Susan secretly squeezed Yasmine’s hand in solidarity before she rushed out, closing the door behind her, leaving the two doctors alone.  

In the private room, Miranda laughed.  “So.”

Yasmine gulped, feeling like a kid in the principal’s office!

“It seems like our newest doctor is growing up so fast!”

Yasmine blushed anew, feeling a new set of tingles as her smooth thighs rubbed together!

“I’m sorry Doctor Gates, it was just a one-time thing!  I don’t know what came over me-”

Miranda waved that away.  “A combination of incredibly intense horniness from being around so much more male Lust Energy than you’re used to, a very attractive patient, and Susan’s horrible corrupting influence.  She’s one of the best nurses at the clinic, but one hell of a horrible cocktease,” Miranda laughed, then looked her in the eyes.  “But more importantly, how was the 501 afterwards?”

Yasmine gulped, trying to redirect her thoughts to the procedure after her indiscretion-

How Miranda insisted that Yasmine be the one who did 501, all the way through-

How much the non-blindfolded boy squirmed and blushed when she touched him again-

Looking deeply into his eyes as she held his violently throbbing cock, casting the spell to make sure he would never feel his own hands on it again...

“It actually... went very smoothly!” Yasmine realized.  “All the magical parts slid right into place... and our harmonics... were nearly perfect!”  

“It was one of the tightest Willy Wankers I’ve ever seen,” Miranda agreed.  “Military grade!  It won’t wear off even if he lives to be one hundred and forty!”  She looked at the woman.  “Because you and he had built a connection.”

“Oh god!”

“A very strong connection, if I remember your shaking moans when I opened that door,” Miranda chuckled, standing up.  

“OH GOD!”

Miranda picked up her white lab coat, getting ready to start her day.  “Tell you what- why don’t you come to dinner at my place tonight?  I think I’ve got a solution for your little problem.”

But Yasmine hadn’t moved.  “Doctor Gates!  I can’t be expected... to do THAT- for every tough male patient I see!!”

She touched Yasmine’s arm.  “That’s why I want you over for dinner tonight.  I think I’ve got the solution to both your problems waiting right at my house.  I’ll drive!”  

Yasmine gulped, feeling her nervous tingles return.  “Okay!”

***

Yasmine worked in a state of anxiety all day.

What was Miranda’s idea?

How could something in her house solve BOTH problems she had?

What even WAS the second problem she had?

Was it something that could kill her medical career?!

She tried asking around but the other giggling doctors and nurses wouldn’t tell her a thing.

And Miranda was all cheers and smiles as she drove a very nervous Yasmine home.  

“I texted ahead so there’ll be dinner waiting as soon as we walk in,” she chuckled to Saleh.

“Okay.”

“Something light but spicy.  Chicken and a salad I think?”

“Okay!”

“What’s wrong?” Miranda laughed, flying her expensive car down the wide Texas freeway.

“It’s just that- in Egypt- it’s very unusual for boss to invite her new employee home for dinner so soon!  It usually takes months or even years to get so... comfortable with each other!”

“Oh,” Miranda said, smirking.  “This will be interesting then.”

Twenty minutes later they pulled up to a large but not too large house in an expensive Dallas suburb, a smooth wood-and-glass two story with a large clean yard that Yasmine thought could be the poster child for elegant, minimalist living.  She felt instantly calmer, just pulling up into the large, circular driveway. 

“You live... here?”

“Yes of course.”

“It’s so... amazing!  Like a magazine!”

Miranda chuckled.  “The architect will be very happy to hear that.  He’s cooking your dinner right now.”

“Your husband designed this?”

“Among other things.” 

Miranda took the young doctor’s arm and walked her to the front door, which electronically unlocked as soon as Miranda got near.  She sang out as she closed the door.  “Honey.... we’re home!”

And Yasmine yelled as what came around the corner was a tall, distinguished, fit, clean-shaven- and totally nude fifty year old man.

“OH MY GOD!”

Miranda laughed as the older man blushed and covered himself too, Miranda pulling him toward Yasmine by a hand on his wrist, making him uncover him cock and balls again!  “Come now Honey, don’t be shy!  And you-,” she laughed at Yasmine, “-you handle totally nude men all day in the clinic and now you’re shocked by just one more, in the house of the woman who owns the clinic?”

“Well NO!  I just, um-” Yasmine gulped, trying not to look at the blushing older man’s nicely defined abs, toned legs and smooth, beautiful cock.  Even soft was a very NICE cock!  “I was just a little surprised is all!  You don’t... let your husband wear clothes?!”  

Miranda kissed the blushing man on the cheek, right besides his close cropped salt-and-pepper hair.  “With a body like this, not at all!  Not for... how many years now, Honey?”

The man gulped, his soft cock now twitching towards hardness!  “Five years now!”

“Five years...” Yasmine gulped, feeling her wetness return.  His balls were so backed up, her Powers sensed.  Maybe weeks...  Or months at his age?!  

And as she focused on it, his smooth cock got one tick harder, now parallel to the floor!

She blushed, trying to look away!  “But doesn’t he... have to go to work?”

“He can mostly work from home, just as he is,” Miranda chuckled, watching the embarrassed man’s penis helplessly rise.  “I worked it out with the owners of his firm, but my only rules were:  His direct supervisor and closest co-workers always have to be women his age or younger, and two: he must video conference with them for an hour at least once a day!  Hasn’t it been fun, Honey, working as the world’s highest paid nude architect for these last few years?  Especially when they have you training the cute new summer interns?”

The man groaned, his cock finally getting fully hard, pointing up towards the ceiling, and that made even Yasmine laugh!

To have a tall, attractive, capable man like this-

Trapped at home, constantly nude and horny-

Shown off to new women every day-

-just because his powerful wife demanded it!

Even as nervous as she was, the control that implied, in a loving, long-term, committed relationship-

-made her a little hot between the legs!

Okay, more than a little!

“Yasmine,” she giggled, sticking out her hand.

“Gregory!” the blushing man replied, his hard cock twitching as they shook!

“Oh- he likes you!” Miranda laughed. “That’s a good sign!”  She handed the man both their coats and purses.  “Wine in the living room please, Honey- Yasmine’s had a hard day!”

And the smiling women slipped off their shoes and sauntered barefoot into the living room, Yasmine’s feet sinking deeply into the soft rich carpet, giggling as she watched the nude man rush to put their things away and get two chilled glasses of wine from the kitchen!  And then return, his totally shaved cock still hard and exposed!

“Oh, I should have asked,” Miranda laughed.  “Do you drink wine?”

Yasmine gulped, watching Gregory’s nice sized penis throb as he handed her a glass.  It wasn’t as huge as Brock’s, but still very nicely formed!  “Normally I don’t... but today I’ll make an exception!”

“Excellent.”

Gregory sat down with his own wine glass in a chair across from the women, suddenly gasping a moment later, and Yasmine sensed it- 

Suck spells!

Slowly and lovingly!

Like Miranda was making love to him with her mouth!

The man tried to resist, tried to grit his teeth-

But as the women watched his helpless left hand drifted towards his crotch, where it was stopped by an invisible forcefield about a foot away!

She’s got her own husband Willy Wankered! Yasmine laughed to herself.  Like any masturbating little boy!

Yasmine jumped when Miranda placed a hand on her knee.  “Now, as to why I invited you over tonight...”

“Yes?!”

It was hard for Yasmine to concentrate, feeling the naked older man’s aching balls throbbing, just feet from where she sat!  And she could feel his guilty, embarrassed gaze lingering on her exposed legs, her bare feet, the side of her face and her lips...

Especially on her lips...

“What happened at the clinic today,” Miranda continued, “is totally understandable.  For a young healthy woman, forced to constantly be around nude, horny, attractive men when she has absolutely no release.”

“Well I wouldn’t say no release-”

Yasmine choked a little and blushed hotly!

Had she really just said that?!

What was in this wine?!

Miranda smiled.  “Be that as it may, sometimes fingers just don’t do the job.  You need a live, reactive partner.  And while tempting, you can’t just force yourself on helpless male patients more than a few times before a jealous mother or girlfriend says something about it.”  

Yasmine gasped, crossing her legs!  Now Gregory knew all about her indiscretion too!

“So what... is your proposal?!”

Miranda smiled, taking another sip of the rich red wine before answering.  

“That you force yourself on my husband instead.”

Yasmine nearly spit out her mouthful, forcing herself to swallow it instead!

“WHAT?!”

“A good leader must look out for her employees, protect them, grow their skills... and I can sense there’s an excellent Sex Magic doctor inside you, Yasmine- maybe the best in your entire country!”

Yasmine gulped, blushing harder for a different reason-

“As long as I teach you how to connect to your male patients,” Miranda continued.  “To their needs, their helpless little fetishes- and how to connect to your own body, the heat, the lust, the Power you feel building up inside it for the first time-”

Yasmine gulped and took a big swallow of wine!

“But I can’t have you abusing my patients- too much- at the clinic,” she laughed.  “But we can let you abuse a willing male participant at my own home.  Well, mostly willing.  Tending towards highly unwilling, the longer he is denied.”  Miranda winked at her.  “But that’s the fun of it, isn’t it, Dr. Saleh?”

Yasmine couldn’t believe what she was hearing!

She took another big swallow of wine to fortify her shaking hands!  It rushed right to her head!

“But Doctor-”

“Call me Miranda, surely.”

“But Miranda!  I...” she gulped, looking over at the fit blushing nude man squirming to her left.  He was nearly her father’s age!  “...couldn’t sleep with your husband!”

“Gregory,” Miranda laughed.  “Lick her toes.”

Yasmine felt the suck spell turn off but the tension that rose in the room to replace it felt like all the air in the house suddenly got two times heavier!

She was suddenly hyper-aware of her naked soles and nude toes on the carpet, professionally manicured and painted just last night-

-and how intently Miranda’s dry-mouthed husband was looking at them.  

Like she was already totally nude before him. 

And then the fifty-year-old man- probably a multi-millionaire from the look of this house- gulped and sunk to his knees and started crawling face first toward her feet!

“No, you don’t have to-OHHHHHH!” Yasmine giggled as the man’s mouth found purchase on her toes and started licking powerfully and intently, just like Brock had to her pussy in the chair today!  “OHhhhh-WOW!”

Miranda crossed her legs, watching.  “Just wait until he goes higher.”

But Yasmine was already getting so wet between her legs, her face heating up, her chest heating up, her pussy and legs heating up, and she subconsciously pulled her mini-skirt higher up her thighs, just to let her legs breathe!

“I can’t!” she panted, squeezing her knees together!  “I... shouldn’t!”

Miranda’s husband switched to her other foot. 

“OHHHHHHH!!”

And she was already unbuttoning her shirt!

Miranda slapped her hand.  “Let Gregory do that,” she laughed, standing up with her wine.  “Let him do everything, in fact, tonight.  Your only job is to let him.  And to tell him exactly what you want.  I don’t want to see either of you until tomorrow morning.”

“Ohhhhh NNOOOOO!!” Yasmine panted, as he started intently kissing and worshipping her sensitive thighs, not rushing to her pussy-

But moving steadily, intently, like onrushing lava-

His strong hands going up her skirt, pulling her panties down so slowly and tantalizingly!

This older man was so sure and skilled at what he was doing!

MUCH better at than Brock had been in the clinic!

“OHHHHHH!”

She might orgasm, just from him kissing her naked thighs!

Miranda paused at the living room door.  “But Gregory?” She waited until the panting man had given her his attention.  “I don’t want to see you two until morning- but I do want to hear it.  All night.  If I don’t hear our young sexy doctor crying out in pleasure all the way from our bedroom upstairs at least... five or ten times tonight... you will be wearing your smallest metal chastity belt until at least your 51st birthday!  Nonstop!  Understand me?”

The desperate man moaned and grabbed Yasmine by her legs, pulling her forward on the couch and kissing and nibbling up her smooth exposed thighs with such desperation Yasmine hadn’t known possible!

“Mmmmm-ohhhhHH!” the young doctor gasped, spreading her legs for him after he quickly pulled down her panties!

Satisfied, Miranda closed the living room door, sitting down in the dining room with a book to eat her perfectly cooked South African peri-peri chicken in peace. 

And as she listened to Yasmine’s pants and whines get higher and higher pitched, the springs on the couch squeaking harder and harder, she reached out with her Powers-

And turned up her husband’s sperm production to an 18-year-old’s on two doses of Viagra-

And made his cock as sensitive as an untouched virgin’s on his first Prom date-

And removed every single one of his orgasm blocks. 

She reached out with her telekinetic thoughts, something only a very connected couple could do, and only at the very heights of passion.

Fuck her good Honey, Miranda thought to her man, as she felt his desperate cock ache and beg.  I want to sense that beautiful Egyptian goddess riding your cock tonight in EVERY position you can possibly think of-

YELLING your name as her tight pink pussy squeezes you like the hottest little vice imaginable-

...but you’re absolutely not allowed to cum!

Miranda smirked as she heard Gregory moan in despair.  

Give her EVERYTHING she asks for-

-as hard and as fast as you can-

-make her orgasm more in a night than she ever has in a MONTH-

Let her try her hands, her mouth, her entire body on you, she needs to get used to it all-

...but if even ONE little spurt comes out of your unblocked cock-

You’re not going to even SEE your penis for a year and a half!  

Got it?

She laughed as she could feel her husband’s anguish!

Hold yourself back, Honey.  

I know you can do it. 

You’re completely unblocked now- and you’re not allowed to ask her to re-block you!

Miranda took another sip of her wine. 

I’ll decide tomorrow if you can cum or not.  

And as she felt the utter tsunami of desperation radiate from her husband’s mind- 

-he and Yasmine were totally naked already, their bodies entangled on the couch, his hard cock already filling her tight womanhood at a faster and faster pace, her strong arms already grabbing at his back in passion, her smooth legs holding him in a death grip as she moaned and moved her hips to match his rhythm stroke for stroke, pulling him in deeper and faster than he wanted, even as the man strained and grit his teeth, trying insanely hard to hold off the moment of no return-

-Miranda laughed and returned to her book, crossing her legs and enjoying her light, expertly cooked dinner and a show. 

*** END OF CHAPTER TWO***