(Author's note: I want to remind everyone that I am posting this UNDER PROTEST- it was a very early Patreon effort of mine and would have to go through about a month of revisions to get up to what I would consider a 'good' story now- what is below just isn't my style anymore, I don't think.
But more than a few commenters have wanted to read it, despite its shortcomings, some have even donated to the link to the right, and because I was NEVER going to go back and improve this story, I guess there's no harm in looking back at the past.
Here you guys go- part 2 and 3 coming shortly. Hope you enjoy!
~PFD)
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All names, places, characters and ideas in this book are completely fictional, and over 18.
Copyright 2019, P.F. Dee
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Duncan Brooks gulped and read the one-line email on his phone again:
MAKE SURE TO COME BY MY OFFICE BEFORE YOU LEAVE FOR THE DAY ~Melanie
The twenty-three year old blond swallowed hard- he had only been an intern at Aphrodite Capital Management a week- why would the Managing Director of Northeast Operations want to see HIM?
And in her tenth-floor corner office?!
Duncan's stomach was in knots as he knocked on the Director's half-open door at 4:30 pm.
“Um... Ms. Strand?”
A fit, mid-forties brunette looked up from behind a wide, richly appointed wooden desk. “Ah, yes, our new intern! Come in, Mr. Brooks.”
“Yes Ma'am.”
“And do close the door behind you.”
“Yes Ma'am!”
Duncan's heart raced a little as he did. This was a Sex Magic world, where women could sense a man's arousal with their minds, block his orgasms with just a gesture, even levitate him helplessly in the air or tackle him to the ground and strip him naked with their superior strength, if he was horny enough!
And lately, Duncan was definitely horny enough.
Normally he would orgasm three or four times a week (four times the rate of most boys his age) but somehow, over the last week, he just hadn't been able to... finish... by himself.
Each night he had laid in bed, totally naked on top of his sheets, jerking off, filling his tiny studio apartment with groans as he tried to explode but just ending up a sweaty mess, edging himself over and over again-
Even now, watching this older woman's smooth nylons slide against each other as she crossed her fit legs under a quite short pencil skirt, dangling an expensive stiletto from her slim, painted toes-
He yanked his eyes back up to her face!
She was his boss's boss's boss for God's sake!
In the bad parts of town, being this backed up could have him dragged into alleys by girl gangs and teased and abused all night! But this was a Fortune 500 company, with an HR department bigger than most small towns- he should be safe here!
“So,” Melanie laughed, leaning back in her rich leather chair and crossing her legs again. “Your first week. How's it going?”
“Great ma'am!” Duncan gulped, trying not to get an errant hard-on in her presence! He could see the tops of her stockings each time she crossed her legs! “Just great, ma'am!”
“No... technical issues?”
He blushed a little harder at that! But she couldn't know about that- HR would never allow it!
“No ma'am! Initially I was, um, a little worried that the Quantitative Analysis methods I learned back in college wouldn't apply here, but I'm finding that my multi-variable calculus-”
“Good,” Melanie laughed, cutting him off. The older woman crossed her legs the other way, making Duncan squirm. “Now, you were a competitive swimmer back in college, correct?”
He stuttered at the sudden shift in topic. “Uh- um, yes?”
“You know, I've always liked swimmers,” the executive purred with a smile. “Such lean, fit, dedicated boys.” She smirked at him. “And usually shaved all over.”
Duncan gulped.
He could feel an erection starting!
He took a deep breath, fighting it back down-
“You know, we used to pull silly pranks on the cute boys in Speedos even back when I was in college,” Melanie continued. “And now, with Sex Powers coming to the world... I bet the girls at school played all sorts of fun little pranks on you, didn't they?”
Duncan's face flushed, remembering-
The girls on the swim team would always secretly back the boys up for one, two weeks before any important meet, laughing as the boys would blush and strain during practice, totally unable to control the hard-ons bulging under their tight Speedos-
And during Regional Championships his Senior year, the girls had kept every boy on the team orgasm blocked for an entire MONTH (with the coach's permission) and then worked together to cast a spell which made all their Speedos instantly dissolve, right in the middle of warm-up laps; leaving them naked, trapped and uncontrollably erecting in front of the biggest crowd of laughing mothers, girlfriends and sisters of the year-
“Ms. Strand!” Duncan gasped, blushing, trying to fight off the growing tightness in his pants! “I don't understand how this relates to-”
“Oh relax, I'm just trying to get to know the newest member of my team,” she laughed. “You young boys are so... skittish nowadays.” She played her manicured fingers over the shaft of her smooth steel pen. “Very well, if you don't want to reminisce about your college days... how about home life? You still live with your Mother?”
Duncan blushed a little harder! “No ma'am!”
“Sister then? Girlfriend?”
“No ma'am- I've got my own a place in the city!”
The older brunette cocked an eyebrow. “Really? Well that's quite brave! I know a lot of young men are scared to live by themselves in the city, nowadays.” She winked at him. “Single life must be interesting, for a cute young boy in a Sex Magic town.”
Another memory came rushing back, unbidden, into Duncan's head-
She had been a leggy redheaded waitress at a restaurant Duncan had loved to frequent-
Flirting with him until his cock was rock hard under the table, then writing on his check: “~Pick me up at 8 or I'm blocking your orgasms until Labor Day~”
Openly making out with him at the bar that night, rubbing his crotch in full view of her laughing friends, ignoring his blushing protests about the huge, humiliating wet spot she was causing on his thin pants-
Drunkenly tearing off his clothes in her apartment, going down on him instantly-
“Please! SLOW DOWN!” he had begged, already going up on his toes. “I... I won't be able to-!”
“Don't worry Sexy,” she had laughed, still licking his about-to-shoot shaft as he grit his teeth, “I've got you sealed away so you can last.” She threw him on the bed and whispered as she slid her hot, dripping pussy down onto him: “I know you're a virgin.”
And then she had fucked him.
In every position.
At every speed.
Her cumming- beautifully, explosively, repeatedly- an erotic goddess made flesh- while he hit one orgasm block after another!
Finally, she had ended up slowly riding him, sweaty and satisfied, while he was about to go insane with need!
“Please! Stepha-”
“Have you ever eaten your own cum before?” she had giggled, riding him a little faster. “Licked up your own hot nasty seed, fresh from a laughing girl's slippery pussy?”
He had blushed so red, shaking his head harder! “No!”
She laughed and slid both hands up to his throat. “Well you're about to...”
Trapping him with magically-strong hands that held his neck like the grip of a machine, inside legs that were silk-covered steel, Duncan could FEEL the Magic working on his testicles, SEE the blue light reflected in her bedroom mirror!
“What are you doing?!!!”
“Increasing your sperm production,” she had panted, fucking him faster. “Five times normal... ten times normal... You're going to have so much cum to lick out of my pussy- you're going to DROWN in it!”
Duncan could already feel his orgasm rushing towards him- it was going to be HUGE-
“NO!”
She just laughed and fucked him faster.
“You know I've -mmm- absorbed so much- unnnh- lust energy from you tonight that I could practically- uuhh!- bend steel, right?” she had laughed, getting closer herself. She squeezed his throat even harder, almost making him black out-
“Don't try to escape,” she panted, about to cum. “I might just accidentally snap your neck if you try to stop me now.”
She had giggled as his eyes bugged out!
“You gonna be a good boy for me?” she had laughed. “You gonna lick all that yummy cum out of my cute pussy without putting up a fight?”
Having no choice, Duncan had to nod!
“Good,” the beautiful, powerful, glistening naked girl fucking him had laughed, pulling her cellphone from the nightstand, turning on the selfie camera. “Make sure you do it with a big smile on your face- for all my 20,000 Instagram followers-”
“PLEASE! Ms. STRAND!” Duncan begged. He was definitely getting an erection now!
“Oh, call me Melanie,” the older woman chuckled. “Especially if you're casual enough to pop a nice thick hard-on right here in my office!”
Duncan looked down, turning beet red as the erection in his suit pants throbbed, totally obvious now!
“I'm sorry!” he gasped, turning his hips, covering his crotch with his shirt. “I can't- Melanie- I wasn't thinking about-”
“Oh, I don't mind at all, Duncan,” she laughed, crossing her smooth, sexy legs again, laughing louder as Duncan's cock grew even harder against his will, tenting his slacks obscenely! “I always enjoy it when the cute male interns get all hot and bothered around me.”
Melanie tilted her head, listening with her Powers. “Now, it definitely sounds like you've got a bigger than average tool down there. Why don't you strip naked and hop on my couch, so we can find out for sure?”
Duncan almost fell through the floor!
“Wha- what???!”
She laughed, like it was the most natural request in the world. “Slip out of those silly clothes, stretch out on that leather couch against the wall, and play with yourself as slow or fast as you'd like. You can give me a nice show while I finish up my emails for the day!”
“Melan- I mean- Ms. Strand!” he gasped. “NO!”
“Oh come on, you little cocktease,” she growled. “You can't walk around here all week with that tight swimmer's ass and thicker than average cock, enjoying all the perks of our office, and then refuse to do your job the very first time it's asked of you!”
His cock was throbbing so hard in his pants, it hurt!
“My...my job?!?!”
She laughed out loud again. “Do you think we hired your cute blonde ass for your expert financial advice? We could have hired a hundred women off the street with better qualifications for that!” She shook her head, grinning at him. “No sweetie- you're the office hottie.”
Duncan blushed hard- his resume, the interviews, all the hard work he had put in- for nothing?!?
“Now strip and show me how you play with that nice young cock of yours,” the older woman laughed, leaning back, waving towards her expensive couch. “I know you've been having some... technical issues with that this week.”
His eyes got big. “YOU were the one that's been blocking my orgasms?”
“Me and half the girls in this building!” Melanie laughed, watching him realize. “Who doesn't like sensing the hot new thing struggle to cum each night, gasping in his bed, straining to get over the edge? We used a new type of orgasm block on you, one the girls learned on a trip to China. Not a hard stop, just an... increase in difficulty as you get closer and closer?” She winked at him. “It keeps you boys trying longer.”
He was hyper-ventilating!
How much of his thoughts had they read- while he had furiously stroked himself each night this week?!? How many of his deepest fantasies?
“But unfortunately for me, the picture was a little fuzzy, seeing as you live so far away on the other side of the city,” Melanie laughed, watching the young man blush and squirm in front of her. “So why don't you give me a private show, up close and personal?” She winked at him again. “Do a good job and I'll let you cum nice and hard- before I have you give the girls in Accounting the same show next week!”
“NO!” Duncan said, suddenly getting to his feet, backing towards the door, clutching the metal bracelet around his left wrist. “Ms. Strand! I'm... I'm going to report this to HR!”
“The HR department reports to me,” the older woman laughed. “I set their budget. I hire and fire their staff. They are here to protect me, not you.” She extended her fingers towards him, the tips already glowing blue as she prepared to use Sex Magic. “Now let me tell you how this is going to work...”
“No-” he whined, getting even harder, his desperate cock throbbing in his pants!
“Every day at 4:30 sharp, you're going to bring me a large iced caramel frappuccino from the Starbucks in the lobby, two sugars, plenty of cream,” she laughed, the glow from her fingertips lighting her face.
“Please, Ms. Strand-”
“And you're going to give me a cute little striptease while I sip it, ending by pulling down the frilly panties you're going to start wearing underneath your male clothes every single day to work. Cotton panties with little hearts, expensive silk ones, ones with cute bow-ties above the crotch, I don't care, surprise me!”
Duncan's cock throbbed- he had worn his older sister's panties exactly once in his life, and gotten so horribly teased and spanked when he had been found out- he had sworn never to try that again!
“And each day, once you're nice, naked and hard, like all good interns should be,” the older woman laughed, “you're going to jump on that couch and start playing with that big, thick cock of yours as I finish up my work for the day. Going slowly at first, but faster as you get closer, so I can watch you sweat and squirm and buck that tight young body, looking for an orgasm I'm only going to give you every other Friday. And only if your supervisors' have given you good marks for the week! Oh, and sometimes other girls from the office will be here to cheer you on!” she finished, watching the horror dawn on his face. “Now get over here, sweetie!”
The older woman made her fingers into a fist and pulled- hard enough to bring a man twice his size tumbling to her feet. But Duncan barely budged.
The first hints of a frown crossed the executive's face. “How did you...”
She made both hands into fists and really pulled, like she was yanking a stubborn mule. As horny as he was, the force should have moved a car!
Duncan stumbled, but kept his feet.
“You've... you've got a counter-magic spell on you!” Melanie gasped, her eyes getting wide.
“Yes I do!” he cried, tightly grasping the simple metal chain around his left wrist, which had grown cold with anti-Magic. He thrust it out like a defiant shield. “It's... made out of vanadium! My sister gave it to me when I moved away from home, to protect me from Attack Magics... just like those you just tried to use on me!”
Gretchen hadn't explained every detail- a girl couldn't fully explain Sex Powers to a boy, not really- but she had said the rare metal, enchanted with a sister's love, would at least give him a momentary defense against the girl gangs in the bad parts of the city, even if it couldn't stop every orgasm block from getting to him! It was the reason he could cum three or four times a week, when other single boys in the city barely came once!
And now it would get him out of here!
Duncan grabbed the bracelet again, feeding his fear into it- Gretchen said that would help- and backed up towards the door. He was almost free!
“Now look, Ms. Strand,” he gulped, reaching the door handle. “I don't want to make a big deal of this! I really want to keep this job- it's the best offer I've had in months! Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?”
“If you want any chance of keeping this job, you'll strip naked and start playing with yourself on my couch, right now,” the executive growled, a deep frown on her face. “And if you don't- it will be much worse for you!”
“I can't!” Duncan begged, one foot out in the hallway. “Look, I'll come back to work Monday- I promise! Let's just... forget this ever happened!”
And then he ran out into the hall, fully intending to come back to work after the weekend, after things had cooled down, to work out the rest of his lucrative internship, never seeing Melanie again.
The police were at his door less than twelve hours later.
***
Duncan was in his bed, stroking, trying to break Melanie's orgasm block.
His sister Gretchen had once said any orgasm block could be broken, and Duncan had researched this Chinese resistance spell online- and found that it was true! He just had to cum before work Monday morning! He stroked faster, thinking about two tall, athletic Lesbians making love on his bed, begging him to join in as they got closer and closer to cumming-
“Police! Open up!” a burly black officer yelled, one millisecond before using a battering ram to demolish Duncan's thin apartment door.
Duncan gasped- trying to cover up with a blanket, trying to stand up, trying to turn on a light when the magical bindings attacked his body.
It was like trying to move while trapped under 200 pounds of cotton!
A sexy, athletic blonde came in on the heels of the large black man, gun in one hand and her fingers glowing as blue as her uniform in the other.
“FREEZE!” she yelled, even though he was already getting stuck in her Powers like a fly in a web. “DON'T MOVE OR I'LL SNAP YOU IN HALF!”
Duncan, naked except for the ice-cold bracelet around his wrist, felt his cock shake and throb under her spells!
She must have been using huge waves of area arousal to prepare him for her binding spells- her partner's cock was stiff as a rock down the leg of his uniform, Duncan noticed- and even more suffocating Magics to Freeze him in place from a distance- she must have been as powerful as five girl gangs put together! His sister's bracelet was simply overloaded!
“He's still moving a little!” the huge black officer yelled to his partner, as he tried to pull the naked Duncan's arms behind his back to cuff him. “Something's blocking you!”
Duncan tried to speak. “That's just my sister's-”
“STOP RESISTING!” the sexy police officer screamed, as her male partner fought to put heavy metal restraints on Duncan's wrists. “STOP RESISTING SIR!” Duncan felt punched in the gut as she pushed out another intense wave of arousal, making his cock practically shoot off his body! It was like she was forcing blood into his penis with a fire hose!
“FUUUCK-”
“I think it's this thing!” her partner yelled, touching his Vanadium bracelet, then pulling back sharply when he found it was ice cold. “Ahhh!”
“Stupid anti-magic charms,” the woman spat, pulling on a leather glove. “Why don't they outlaw these fucking things!”
She grabbed his sister's bracelet roughly.
“NO-”
And with a hard yank, she snapped the bracelet off at the clasp and threw it to the floor.
Duncan felt her Magic close around him like a vise.
She had been powerful before- she was a god now!
Her Freeze spell went from suffocating blankets to steel bands around his body, locking all his major muscles in place! His blue balls, already aching from a week of edging every night, felt like they were going to explode! And his cock- already rock hard and dripping- felt like it was getting sucked by an industrial vacuum!
He couldn't think!
He couldn't even breathe!
Only when the black officer had thick metal cuffs around his wrists and ankles with a chain going between them did the lithe female lower her gun and her glowing fingers.
“God damn resister charms!” she panted, hands going to her knees. “I probably used up the last of my affinity casting those spells! Now we're adding Resisting Arrest to your charges, pervert!”
“What's this all about!?” Duncan wailed as the male officer threw him over his shoulder and carried him out of the room naked, like a helpless little girl! “I didn't DO anything!”
“That's what all you sex offenders say,” the huge man laughed, carrying the boy out into the hallway, buck naked and chained. “You're going to Sex Prison. You know what they'll do to a cute boys like you in Sex Prison?”
“Prison?!?” he cried, kicking his feet. “For WHAT!?”
The panting female officer smirked as she walked behind her partner, making his cock ache even more.
“Duncan Brooks, you are hereby arrested for the crime of Obscene & Lewd Conduct in a Place of Business!”
***
How could this happen?
What did those charges even mean?
He knew they had to be related to Melanie somehow, but he hadn't DONE anything in her office- SHE had tried to come on to HIM for god's sake!
The door to his jail cell buzzed and his sister and mother rushed in, hugging him.
“Oh God Duncan- what have you gotten yourself into?!” his mother begged.
“Dunc- please say you didn't do it!” his sister added, nearly crying as well.
He blushed so hard!
The cops had loved driving him to the station, buck naked in the back of their car, ignoring his pleas to at least go back for a pair of sweatpants, and even now in jail, all they had given him to wear was a thin hospital gown that barely came below his crotch, with the rear hanging wide open- and they still had his wrists cuffed behind his back!
After a week of denial at his job, his near total nudity now, and his taller sister's big breasts pressing against his face as she hugged him tight, he was in danger of popping a huge hard-on again- right in jail!
“Gretchen, please- it's okay- let go!” he begged, trying to think of anything else!
Chairs were brought in for his mother and sister, and Duncan had to perch with his naked butt on the end of his bunk, legs tightly crossed so he didn't flash his family- he was practically wearing a mini-mini-skirt!
“What did they tell you I did?” he demanded, blushing. “They won't tell me anything in here!”
Gretchen looked at her mother, both women blond like Duncan was, with a worried glance. “They said... that you purposely had lewd thoughts about lots of women you worked with, thinking about them when you...” She paused, then blurted out: “...spanked your monkey!”
His mother shook her head. “Oh Duncan...”
“I didn't- I swear! I always think about...” Now it was his turn to blush harder. “...other stuff!”
Gretchen swallowed. “And they also said that you...”
They must have just come from Church, Duncan realized, because his sister was wearing sexy high heels and a tight, colorful sundress that showed off deep cleavage and most of her long, beautiful, tanned legs- not exactly proper attire to visit her brother in prison!
“...touched yourself in front of your Managing Director- right in her office!”
“No!” he protested. “She wanted me to masturbate in front of her!”
“Duncan!” Gretchen gasped. “Don't say stuff like that!”
His mother was nearly crying. “I thought we had raised you better!”
“Mom, no-”
“Duncan Brooks?” a cute, bookish, late-twenties woman asked from the doorway, wearing thick glasses and carrying a stack of files too heavy for her.
“Yes!”
“I'm your court-appointed defender,” the slim woman said, stepping inside the crowded cell to stand next to his family. “Anita Ytrebe. Are you ready to go?”
His heart dropped. “Go... where?!”
“To court, of course. Your trial's starting in a few minutes.”
“WHAT?” he gasped, standing up. “But I need... witnesses, a defense strategy.... clothes!”
“Well, I didn't have time to fully read your file,” Anita admitted, sheepishly nodding at the overwhelming stack of cases in her arms, “but it seems like a clear case of he-said/she-said,” she said, giving him a defeated shrug. “And in cases like that... it's usually not worth contesting.”
Duncan's sister uncrossed her legs in shock. “What do you MEAN- not worth contesting?!”
He could see up her short dress, to her cute purple silk panties between her thighs!
Duncan looked away quickly!
“I mean, we could try and get a witness to say that Duncan's a good guy, who would never do something like this,” the defender replied, “but the Prosecution could just call more witnesses saying he would. And the court tends to believe the woman accuser. Unless one of our female witnesses was right there on the night in question, to sense his thoughts while he was self-pleasuring himself, it wouldn't make any difference!” She turned to him. “You don't happen to have a girlfriend who always watches you masturbate, do you?”
Duncan felt himself starting to erect again! “OF COURSE NOT!” he spat, fighting off the growing tightness in his cock!
Anita shrugged. “Then I'm sorry to say, we should probably take the plea deal.”
“What deal?” his mother demanded, dabbing tears from her eyes with a hankie.
The lawyer opened her top folder. “They're willing to offer... 3 months in a titanium chastity belt with an additional 2 years of supervised masturbation afterwards. And he'll have to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life, but that's all.”
“That's ALL?!” Duncan demanded. “3 months- 2 YEARS? I didn't DO anything!”
“It's the best deal we're going to get,” Anita said, her lips tight. “We've drawn Judge Marriott- she tends to throw the paddle at young, clean, white boys who get accused of sex crimes.” The lawyer sighed. “If only you had been black...”
“What happens if he doesn't take the deal?” Gretchen demanded, finally pushing her knees together to stop inadvertently giving Duncan a peek at her tight silk panties.
“Well, looking at how hard the DA's pressing these charges and how many they've filed... he'd probably get 3 years in a super-max Sex Prison, with 5 years of supervised masturbation after that. They really want to stamp out all this #metoo stuff, now that Powers let us.” She looked at Duncan through her thick glasses. “As your legal counsel, I highly recommend you take the deal.”
“But I didn't DO it! Doesn't anyone want to hear MY side of the story?!”
Anita sighed and looked at her watch. “We're due in court in 3 minutes. What's your side of the story?”
Duncan gulped. “Well, I was, um, just minding my own business, at my first week at work, and Melanie emailed to come to her office... and as soon as I did, she said she wanted me to strip totally naked and masturbate for her on her couch until she told me to stop!” he said, realizing how stupid it sounded.
“Dunc, she's the managing director of a Fortune 500 company,” his sister said, a little embarrassed. “She makes more money in a month than all of us do in a year. She could hire 10 smoking hot guys from a modeling agency to come masturbate for her in her house- any time she wanted!”
“I know!”
“And I hardly think an older woman would want to see you do that in her office,” his mother added.
“I KNOW!”
Anita adjusted her thick glasses. “Did Ms. Strand's email actually document that she wished you to masturbate in front of her?”
Duncan blushed. “No! Not in so many words!”
His mother swallowed. “Duncan, if you did this thing... it's okay, I still love you. Just admit it and they'll go easier on you!”
“I didn't do it!” he cried, then looked at his lawyer. “You have to believe me!”
“You should listen to your mother,” Anita said. “The plea deal is fair, considering how many charges they've got filed against you. Most men I rep could do three months of chastity standing on their head.”
Duncan's older sister gave him a little shrug. “It might even be sorta good for you.”
“Gretchen! Stop joking around!”
“If you contest this and lose,” Anita interrupted, deadly serious, “you're going to a Federal Sex Prison. Do you know what that will be like, for a healthy young man like you? The first thing they'll do is take away your ability to-”
A stern-faced female bailiff showed up behind Anita, with yet another set of heavy wrist manacles for Duncan to wear. “Time to go.”
“You really don't want this going to trial!” his lawyer repeated, stepping out of the bailiff's way. “We don't have much time left- can I tell the judge you're taking the deal?”
“NO!” Duncan cried as he was restrained again at the wrists and elbows. “I'M NOT GUILTY!!”
***
Waiting for his trial to begin was the single most nerve-wracking experience of Duncan's life.
His stomach tumbled as he wondered if he had made the right choice- he was gambling his life, his career, his very sexual freedom!
Walking barefooted down the long, cold hallway to the courtroom, wearing only a thin paper gown that barely reached below his balls, feeling the open breeze on his bare, shaved legs and exposed ass, passing many young, cute female law clerks and secretaries in pencil skirts and high heels, the girls smirking as they watched him being led past- Duncan felt nearly naked!
In the courtroom, the bailiff forcefully pushed him down into a hard, COLD wooden chair, laughing as he yelped when his bare ass touched it, and he still had his wrists and elbows cuffed behind his back, so he couldn't even adjust his gown in front!
As he watched more and more women fill up the courtroom he started to sweat.
All the bailiffs were tall, striking Nordic women with sleeves rolled up to show strong, sexy biceps and uniform pants hugging their rock solid asses-
The court stenographer was a cute, very well-endowed young woman sitting directly to his left in a floral dress. She noticed him staring and casually bent forward to reload her machine, letting Duncan see down her loose blouse to gaze on two full, beautiful breasts encased in just a lacy push-up bra-
And the lawyers at the Prosecution table were all well-dressed women in high heels, short pencil skirts and silk stockings, and one of them was half-bent over a nearby railing, whispering something to a court reporter, her tight ass stretching the pencil skirt to the limit, riding up her long, stockinged legs right in front Duncan's eyes until he could even see lacy garters and hints of her firm young-
He looked away!
These were the women who might decide the course of his life soon- and he couldn't stop staring at them!
Duncan panicked, trying to look somewhere safe. I CAN'T get an erection in open court -not now!
His mother and Gretchen entered through a side door, still wiping at their eyes, and Duncan took deep breaths as he tried not to look at his sister's long, muscular naked legs- legs he had masturbated over SO many times in his younger days, remembering her laying by the pool in her bikini, or walking around the house in sleepshirt and panties-
And then Anita Ytrebe sat down in the chair next to him to urgently whisper into his ear, putting a quick hand on his leg to steady herself.
“I've been smoothing things over backstage and I think we might actually have a chance!” she hissed. “Now just act VERY humble when Judge Marriott enters- and stay respectful! If we call the right witnesses there's a chance that we could get this reduced to-”
But all Duncan could think about was her cool hand on his naked thigh, just inches away from his helpless cock and balls! And her long neck right under his nose as she whispered to him- he could smell her elegant perfume which reminded him of pears and sunlight and easy sex on freshly cleaned sheets with the windows open-
“Anita! STOP!” he begged, trying to pull away! “You're too close!”
But he was already erecting!
His runaway cock tightened and grew under his thin gown- there was NO way he would stop it now!
Duncan blushed and gasped as his penis grew faster and faster, now out of his control!
Several of the more acute women in the crowd sensed his erection and broke into laughs, making Anita pull back in shock. “What are you doing?!” she fumed, looking down. “This is the biggest 10 minutes of your life! Don't get hard now!”
Duncan was nearly crying, still smelling Anita's perfume in the back of his nose as his cock grew harder and harder against his will, tenting his gown to practically expose his crotch! “I... couldn't help IT!”
“ALL RISE,” one of the fit blond bailiffs laughed, smirking at Duncan's cock. “Judge Marriott is entering the courtroom!”
“Get soft, quickly!” Anita hissed, standing up and smoothing down her pencil skirt.
“I CAN'T!” he wailed, blushing beet red as the nearest bailiff pulled him up by the cuffed arm.
He was standing nearly naked in open court, with an obvious boner under his tiny gown!
“Well, it looks like this is going to be a short case,” the older, white-haired female judge laughed as she took her seat, looking at the red-faced boy's rampant erection.
“Your Honor, we're sorry!” Anita began, blushing. “There are extenuating circumstances for my client's disrespectful condition-”
“Like the two unruly hormone-producing glands dangling between his thighs?” the judged laughed, making a cupping motion in front of her with one hand. “Yes, counselor, I know about those extenuating circumstances very well.”
Duncan gasped as the feelings hit him!
The judge's cold, bony fingers, were squeezing his full testes, appraising them like fruit!
“Oh, they are full today. Like plums!” she said, making the packed courtroom laugh. “But my courtroom is no place for plums.”
Duncan yelped as she gave his helpless balls a firm, relentless, magical squeeze from across the room! He gasped and begged, hunched over, as the smooth, efficient crushing of his balls continued, for second after second!
“PLEASE!”
He was bent over the defense table, showing his bare ass to the gallery and his family, crying at the pain crushing his full balls, when his cock finally went fully soft, now a tiny, limp noodle hanging over his red testicles.
The judge released her hand with a chuckle and looked over at the other table.
“Prosecutor, you may begin with your arguments.”
***
The first witness called was Melanie Strand.
She was dressed much more conservatively today, a gray, full-length pantsuit with a buttoned up jacket, sensible black heels and a scarf. The only skin showing now was on her face, hands and ankles!
Duncan still gulped.
She still moved with such grace and power...
The executive took the stand and recounted how she had high hopes for the young, clean-cut man who had been doing so well in his first week at Aphrodite, who had then, completely out of the blue, pulled out his penis and started masturbating in front of her, right in her office!
“That's not true!” Duncan hissed to his lawyer. “She's lying!”
“Yes, but we can't prove that,” Anita hissed back. “But I'll try and trip her up during cross examination.”
After Melanie's testimony, when the judged finally waved at Duncan's table, Anita stood up.
“Ms. Strand...” she began, pacing the courtroom. “Do you find the Defendant... attractive?”
The executive looked affronted. “Well, he certainly is a young man that some people might-”
“Do YOU personally find Duncan Brooks sexually attractive?” Anita repeated more forcefully, walking towards her, high heels clicking on the floor. “Would you like to have him trapped, totally naked in your penthouse apartment, magically prevented from wearing clothes, magically prevented from touching his dripping penis, feeling magical kittenish tongues licking his shaft, testicles and rear hole every waking moment as he struggled to clean and press your clothes and wash your dishes each day, his only moments of reprieve from your teasing spells being when he dove under your skirt as soon as you returned home to lick you hello, and when he submitted his tight rear for a thick strap-on fucking at your whim, grunting in discomfort at the size of your cock?!”
Melanie laughed. “Well! That's quite a picture you paint!”
“May I remind you- you are under oath!” Anita shot back.
The executive crossed her legs, letting a heel dangle. “Hmmm. I suppose I confess that I might enjoy the scenario you've described- as a fantasy!” She turned and smirked at Duncan. “But it looks like your client might enjoy it even more!”
All heads in the courtroom turned where Melanie was looking, to see that Duncan's thick quivering erection had come back- stronger than ever!
Duncan blanched as the judge set her mouth in a line and raised her cupped hand again-
“No! Please!”
***
After a few more women from Aphrodite backing up parts of Melanie's claims- including the HR department lying on her behalf!- the last Prosecution witness was the lithe, blonde policewoman who had helped arrest him.
An attractive female prosecutor went over the officer's spotless record, her many awards in the line of duty, the routine events leading up to getting the call, and then went in a direction that Duncan didn't expect.
“And what did you sense the suspect thinking about, when you paused outside his door before entering?”
Duncan's eyes got large again!
“Oh, the little hand-humper was definitely having a big night in,” the cop chuckled, making laughs ripple through the courtroom. “Pretty speedily too. He must have bought his hand a very expensive dinner... and gotten it drunk!”
More laughs as Duncan's heart raced.
The smirking prosecutor raised an eyebrow. “And was the Defendant thinking about anything... in particular that night?”
“Stop her!” he begged his lawyer.
“This is expert testimony- I can't!”
“Well, the little hand-humper was having a very hot fantasy,” the cop began, “about a hot, redheaded... waitress, I think, lying naked in bed and getting kissed and fingered by...” She looked around, saw Gretchen sitting right behind him in the gallery, and pointed. “...that very attractive blonde there.”
“Oh Duncan...” he heard his mother sigh.
“God damn it Dunc!” Gretchen huffed, blushing furiously and tightly crossing her long, bare legs.
“His sister?” the Prosecutor laughed. “Are you sure?!”
And his cock started growing again, even as the entire courtroom laughed!
“Object!” he hissed to Anita. “Say something!”
“On what grounds? That you're a normal dumb male with a dirty mind?”
“No! But-”
And Duncan blushed so hard as the police woman described in minute detail, how Duncan had been fantasizing about the hot redheaded waitress who had taken his virginity- eating out his sister's pussy- while he kissed and licked both their feet and butts!
All entered into the official court record!
Duncan was dying of humiliation!
And for some reason, his cock was getting so hard-
Which is why Duncan almost missed it when the sexy female prosecutor held up a small evidence bag with his sister's broken bracelet inside it.
“And what would you make of this?”
The cop's demeanor changed instantly. “Damned resistance charms- everyone knows only terrorists use them!”
Duncan could hear his sister gasp, as the entire courtroom fell deadly silent.
The Prosecutor was grim-faced. “Would you please describe their effects to the court?”
“They let men avoid Police detection, avoid restraining Spells, and make it harder for us to apprehend sex criminals! Why, one man wearing one of those could easily run up and stab me with a knife before I could even get a Freeze spell on him! It's the sign of a true criminal.”
“No!” Duncan cried, not waiting for his lawyer. “It's only for protection!”
“Protection from the law!” the cop shot back.
“Order!” Judge Marriott yelled, banging her gavel. “Order!”
“So would you say,” the prosecution yelled over the din, “that any young man in possession of one of these could only be planning a sexual crime, and reasonably certain he could get away with it?”
“Absolutely!” the cop agreed. “I'd stake my BADGE on it!”
After that, the outcome of the case was never in doubt.
***
“Guilty on ALL counts,” Judge Marriott pronounced, staring Duncan in the eyes. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and his cock had shriveled to the size of his pinky! The judge's eyes flicked down to the crotch of the shivering, standing man. “At least your little soft winky now realizes how serious this is.”
“Please, Judge!” he begged, about in tears. “I... didn't do anything! This is all a mistake!”
“Yes it was,” she admitted. “One you will have three long years to think about how to correct. Enjoy your 'rehabilitation'.” She muttered under her breath as she was already opening the folder for her next case. “I hope they paddle your little white ass every single day in Sex Prison.”
And Duncan was crying, terrified, as two impossibly strong, laughing bailiffs dragged him away from his family, his life, and everything he had ever known.
***
They drugged and caged him in the courthouse Processing room, so Duncan woke up on a hot, speeding, prison bus bumping down the dry dusty road, totally naked.
At first he thought it had all been a bad dream, coming out of his drugged haze, but when he noticed twenty other naked men waking up on seats next to him, he knew it was real. Especially as he looked down between his legs to see a small, seamless, impossibly tight titanium chastity belt clamped around his cock and balls!
“Oh fuck!” he wailed, instinctively pulling at the foreign invader clamped to his most sensitive male parts!
The ring around his balls was so tight, the cage barely moved at all! And the cage was so short- barely two inches long- how did his whole cock fit in there?! “OH GOD!”
All around Duncan, other men on the bus were slowly waking up, all making the same horrible discovery.
“My COCK! What's on my COCK?!?!”
“JESUS- NO!”
“Fuck,” a deep-voiced black man sitting next to Duncan said. “Not again.”
“Shut up back there!” a tall, black-haired prison guard shouted, turning around to smack her baton on the metal mesh that separated the prisoners from her and the bus driver. She was strikingly beautiful to Duncan's eyes, but powerful too, like a Playboy model crossed with an MMA fighter. Deep green eyes that were erotic and terrifying at the same time. She was wearing a tight black shirt and tiny Laura-Croft style khaki shorts that showed off every inch of her long, golden, muscular legs.
Duncan would have started getting hard in his cage, if he hadn't been scared out of his mind!
“And eyes down, Lock Dicks!” the guard added, thumping her black, eight-inch nightstick on the mesh again. “If I sense ANY of you staring at my legs again, I'll come back there and give you a taste of what Prison Sex is REALLY like!” she laughed, holding up her nightstick so that everyone understood her meaning. “And I won't be using LUBE!”
Even the huge, deep-voiced black man next to Duncan looked suitably chastised by that.
Duncan gulped, looking anywhere else, except the painfully attractive female guard!
The other prisoners on the bus were mostly white men like him, some older, but none gray-haired. But the sole black man's cock was as least twice as thick as Duncan's, impressive even when caged in steel! And the man was ripped like a professional athlete, biceps the size of Duncan's head.
Duncan gulped again, hoping they wouldn't be cellmates!
“Here we go, Lock Dicks!” the Amazonian guard laughed, as the bus slowed and turned off the dusty road. She waved at the acres of dry, featureless plain surrounding an imposing concrete building. “Your new home- the Cleopatra Correctional Institute!”
***
The bus screeched to a stop inside of two rows of barbed wire fencing.
“EVERYBODY OUT!” the black-haired guard laughed, banging her nightstick on the bus's roof as two other female guards swung open its back door. “ANYBODY IN THEIR SEATS IN FIVE SECONDS IS GOING TO GET MY CLUB RIGHT UP THEIR TIGHT LITTLE ASS!”
Duncan reeled-
She couldn't be serious-
-they were still OUTSIDE-
-in broad daylight!!
But the mad rush of other prisoners past him, the SIZE of her billy club, the look on her face as she gleefully waved her thick club around, getting closer. “MOVE IT LOCK DICKS!”
Duncan moved.
Out into the bright sun-
-and outside!
He shivered and covered his crotch as the crowd of naked prisoners bunched up around the bus, having nowhere else to go. He was naked- bare as a baby- with nothing but a tiny cock cage around his throbbing dick- under the open blue sky!
The other female guards- Duncan now noticed they were all athletic, model-beautiful girls wearing black shirts and Laura-Croft style khaki shorts, showing miles of delectable tanned legs, some even with their shirts tied up to display perfect hard stomachs, all of their lipsticks and eyelashes perfect- what kind of prison WAS this?!!
The very girls Duncan had been perving over now each pulled a stiff horse crop from their belt and started herding the naked men into a straight line with sharp bites to their exposed rears.
“MOVE!”
“CLOSER OVER THERE!”
“SHOULDER TO SHOULDER, LOCK DICKS!”
The naked men yelped and jumped or grabbed their butts each time a sharp hit landed, making the gathered guards laugh and just whip harder. Within seconds, five young college-aged girls had lined twenty tough naked male prisoners into two crisp lines of ten.
There was a pause as the men- sweating, naked, shivering in the hot sun, cocks caged- waited for something, anything to happen.
And then the front gate of the prison opened and a woman strode out, flanked by two more young guards in short khaki shorts.
The woman was older, maybe just approaching forty, and simply exuded Power. Like she had always, in every way, gotten what she wanted, and dared anyone to tell her otherwise.
“I am Warden Jill Baker,” she announced, strutting back and forth in front of the line of shivering naked men. “But for as long as you stay at Cleopatra Correctional Institute, you may simply call me GOD,” she laughed. “I will decide when you get up and when you sleep. I will decide what you eat- IF you eat- and while you are my guests here, I will decide what happens to those cute little dicks, full balls, and tight virgin assholes of yours!”
The guards wolf-whistled at the scared, shivering men!
The Warden wore a gray linen pantsuit and high heels, somehow not sweating in the burning sun, and as she spoke Duncan got the distinct impression she was the type of woman who would not hesitate to pull him over her lap and give him a bare-bottomed spanking until he was bawling his eyes out.
Duncan's cock tightened in his too-small cage and he gulped harder!
“Yes, while you are guests in my Institute I will take GREAT pleasure deciding what to do with those helpless little male organs of yours,” Warden Baker laughed, looking the blushing men right in the eyes. None matched her gaze for long.
“You will get hard when I want you to get hard. You will get soft when I want you to get soft. Your blue balls will ache for release, your cocks will beg for just one, single, loving stroke from your hands...” She laughed. “...which I will not allow.”
She smirked, locking eyes with Duncan, and he felt his face start to heat up. He looked away, just like all the others!
“A few of you might be lucky enough to have an orgasm during your stay here,” she continued, “but most of you will simply ache and gasp and beg for mercy. Please do,” she laughed. “It gets my girls quite wet.”
Duncan gasped as he felt it- light at first, but getting stronger- phantom feathers tickling his balls!
He bit his tongue, holding his cry in- no telling what the Warden might do if he interrupted her!
“While you are staying at my facility,” she continued, “you will never wear clothes- not a stitch! You will constantly, for your entire stay, be as nude as babies, simply because that is how I and my girls prefer you.”
The female guards wolf-whistled and cat-called the men in front of them again, and that made Duncan's heart beat so much faster!
Duncan was sweating- the magical feathers teasing his balls grew in number, making him gasp under his breath as his cock tried so hard to erect inside its belt- it was so hard to keep from crying out!
“You will also never touch your own penis while you are staying at Cleopatra Correctional Institute,” the warden said with a smile. “Although you may end up touching quite a lot of others. By prison rules, your orgasms must be magically unblocked every day of the week except one. And your free day will be...”
All the men strained forward to hear what she said next!
“A secret to everybody except for me and the Head Guard!” Warden Baker laughed, indicating the black-haired woman who had ridden on the bus with them. “So while you boys are naked in the showers together, each with weeks and weeks of horny cum in your poor balls, wet and soapy and showering two to a stall, you are free- and ENCOURAGED!- to fondle each other's aching cocks, even dropping to your knees to see if it's your cellmate's lucky day for release- it gives my girls something to fun to watch while they watch you!”
Duncan's face burned as the giggling guards really cheered for THAT, and the men looked at each other, blushing, calculating-
Duncan gulped. He COULDN'T do something like that- he wasn't GAY!
But maybe after three years of being in here...
And now feathers started in on the sensitive head of his cock, even while it was covered in metal!
And phantom fingers joined into the mix, feeling his trapped cock and balls, even trying to slide up his tight asshole!
“Ahh!”
Warden Baker theatrically put a hand behind her ear. “Yes? One of our new guests has something to say?”
Duncan was sweating buckets!
He hadn't meant to cry out like that!
But the finger in his bum-
The black-haired guard from the bus stepped out and laid a sharp crop right on Duncan's ass. “SPEAK!”
“AHHH!”
“Go ahead cutie,” Baker laughed.
“Someone's-” Duncan gulped. Looking around, he could see every other man straining and bucking inside his cage too! “Someone's using Magic on us!”
“Yes cutie. That would be me,” the Warden laughed. “Those cages protect you from touching yourself. But not from ME.”
And all the men groaned as they felt a firm, tight mouth- the Warden's mouth- sucking on them right through their chastity cages!
They cried out as the pain of their bent back dicks almost buckled their knees!
“Oh fuck-”
“-GOD-”
“-no!”
“Yes- let yourself feel my loving touch,” the Warden chuckled, watching the strong men- many a hundred pounds heavier and a foot taller than her- crumble under her slow, methodical pressure. “Enjoy the hot, wet, suction. I was quite the cock-sucker back in my college days.”
“Ahhh!”
Duncan was gritting his teeth, unsure what to do-
“...please stop!” he finally cried, before the belt castrated him!
“Oh, you can make it stop at any time,” Baker laughed. “By simply signing up for our voluntary Masturbation Reduction Program that this Sex Prison offers.” She let the men dangle for another second, then added, “And agreeing to let our prison doctor perform a Procedure 501 on you.”
A gasp of despair went through the group.
Duncan had heard of Procedure 501- as had every young boy in a Sex Magic World! More commonly called a 'Willy Wanker'- a complex set of magic spells, impossible for a man to defeat, creating a forcefield- to prevent him from ever touching his erect dick again!
She was asking them to volunteer to have their ability to masturbate removed- FOREVER!
“Now, enrollment in our Voluntary Masturbation Reduction Program is completely at your discretion,” Warden Baker laughed, watching the men's knees shake from the slow, torturous magic she was applying to their caged dicks. “But for those that do, I can promise you will get out of our chastity cage as soon as the doctor is ready for you!” She raised one plucked eyebrow. “For those that don't...”
Duncan wailed as a slick, lubricated phantom hand started lovingly massaging his balls, like a lover begging him to cum inside her!
The pain inside his cage was unbearable!
“...you will be spending your entire stay at Cleopatra caged.” She laughed. “And my girls do LOVE to use Magic on you boys, locked or not.” She clapped her hands. “ Now then! Who's ready to get those mean little chastity cages off?”
“ME!” a small, nerdy man in the front cried, raising his hand. “I'll sign up!”
“ME TOO!” a tough, tattooed biker behind Duncan yelled, clutching at his too-tight cage!
Duncan was gasping, pulling on his impossibly tight steel cage, trying to get even just a millimeter more room! But he couldn't sign up- to have his ability to masturbate permanently taken away?!
He could never jack off again, he'd be at the mercy of any woman who wanted to tease him- even years after he left this prison!
“No one else?” the Warden laughed. “Come on, you studs. Sign up to be helpless tease toys in the female-led future. I promise it's more fun than living in chastity...”
And all the remaining men screamed as they felt magic sucks, strokes, or tickles from each of the laughing women guards around them, making their cages almost castrate them!
“ME TOO- OH GOD!”
“ME! Just make it STOP!”
“ME TOO! I SIGN UP!”
Through his tears, hunched over and pulling at his cage, Duncan finally found himself raising his hand too.
In the end, the Warden got her 100% voluntary compliance rate.
*** CONTINUED IN PART TWO ***
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