BALLS!: Chapter One
Note: This is based on a OD-themed Manga that I read a while back called “My Balls.” It is NOT an in-universe fan-fiction; I’m borrowing only the basic plot setup. There isn’t much in the way of denial in the first chapter, but there will be a bit more, starting in Chapter Two. This is a supernatural setup for putting a man in permanent orgasm denial. Originally posted on O-D.com
From her prison, deep in the fifth circle of hell, the Demon Goddess Tentacula was finalizing her plans to break her imprisonment, return to the world of the living, and enslave the lives of the men who lived there. All that remained was for her life’s essence to be implanted into a virgin’s womb on that world. Once born, she would quickly mature and use her power to enslave all mortal men, placing them under the authority of all women, who in in turn would serve Her. For this task she’d summoned her top Succubus.
“Vulvagia, hast thou made the necessary arrangements?”
“Yes, my Lady,” answered the Succubus, kneeling in deep respect and submission.
“Good,” hissed the Demon Goddess. “And the girl?”
“A virgin, my Lady. One who hast spurned all potential suitors, and who hath shown no inclination towards courting. As beautiful as the dawn, and as capricious as the sea.”
“Excellent. Then make your way to the world of mortal men, implant my essence that this virgin might give birth to the next ruler of mankind!”
“I’ll leave immediately, my Lady.”
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Back in world of the living, high school student Mark Finkleton was debating the wisdom of what he was about to do. He had purchased two tickets to see The Avengers that night, and was going to ask Amber Dawes, who he thought was the most beautiful girl in the world, if she wanted to see it with him. It seemed like every guy (and even some of girls) in the school had asked her out at some point, and all had been turned down, mercilessly. He didn’t know of anyone who had the guts to ask her out twice.
This would be his third time this summer.
They had been working together for two months and, despite her reputation as a man-eater, Mark was surprised that they got on rather well. So well, in fact, that the first time he asked her out she said that she didn’t like to date guys that she worked with. Now he wasn’t stupid: He KNEW she just wasn’t interested. But the fact that she felt like she had to offer him an excuse? Well, that meant that he was doing better than all those other guys (and some girls) were despite their being more popular, or more athletic, or coming from wealthier families, or being better looking or (usually) some combination of, or even ALL of, the above.
The second time did not go as well. But even as annoyed as she was, she did still say that she enjoyed working with him, and considered him a friend and did not want to complicate things by dating him.
“So please… Just don’t ask me again, OK?”
It was a clear rejection, but she still felt as if she should be civil to him; and spare his feelings. Surely this meant that there was something there right? Surely this meant he had a chance, right?
‘Either that or he was so pathetic that she felt sorry for him!’ a Demon of Doubt seemed to whisper in his ear.
‘Still,’ he thought, ‘Maybe she’ll go out with me out of pity!’
And so, filled with perversely delusional optimism, he confidently strode in to the convenience store to start their shift, intent on asking her out strait away.
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Vulvagia materialized directly outside the Virgin’s place of employment. Her powers of illusion cloaked her true appearance, and made her appear as an ordinary, if just slightly alluring, human female. Walking into what appeared to be some kind of market (she wasn’t sure, as things had changed in the 200 years since she had last come to this world) she strode towards the counter, behind which the Virgin was standing.
The spell required no incantation. Vulvagia simply grasped the crystal containing her Lady’s essence raised her right hand, pointed at the Virgin’s womb and concentrated.
But just as the essence was being released from the crystal, and started to channel through her arm, a man stepped directly in front of her, right in the way of the spell.
‘NO!’ Vulvagia screamed inside her mind. It was too late to stop the transfer.
“Um… Amber? I’ve got two Avengers for the tickets tonight? And I was going if you’d like to wonder with me?”
‘Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!’ he silently cursed himself.
She rolled her eyes, and Mark prepared to finally be rejected in the heartless, ‘leave no doubt in their minds, nor hope in their hearts’ manner that she had rejected so any others. He was NOT prepared for what actually happened next: He swore that someone kicked him right in the balls.
…as hard as they could…
…With a steel-toed boot.
He couldn’t even yelp for the pain, and he collapsed in a fetal heap on the floor.
“MARK!” Amber cried. (In actually he was mumbling so low before that she wasn’t even aware of what he had said to her.) “What happened?!”
“…why…?” Mark asked, meekly. It was all he could manage.
“Why WHAT?” she asked, trying unsuccessfully to unfold him and see what was going on.
“…kicked… …me… …ina… …balls…” he could still barely muster more than a whisper.
“No! No, Mark, I didn’t! I was behind the counter! How could you think…? Mark, I didn’t – I WOULDN’T – I promise!”
“OoooooooohhhhHHHH!” Mark could still only groan as the excruciating pain reached up into his torso and seemed to poke and prod at everything inside of him.
Vulvagia quickly stepped forward.
“I’m sorry! That was me! I’ll take care of him, Okay?” she said, smiling and sounding artificially cheerful.
Amber was clearly confused. “But… how…?”
“Oh don’t you worry about a thing sweetie! I’ll have him right as rain in no time.” Mark found himself being pulled to his feet. While he was still in pain, it seemed to subside significantly with this strange woman’s touch.
“Come on, sweetie,” she coaxed him, “Let’s go out back, and I’ll take care of you.” She led him out in to the alleyway behind the store. By the time they stopped, Mark found that the pain was completely gone.
“Wow, thanks! I’m a feeling OK now, so…”
WHAM! Her leg kicked forward with lightning speed and what would have felt like a hoof (if he’d known what a kick form a hoof actually felt like) slammed squarely into Mark’s barely recovered testicles.
He now saw two of the strange woman as his eyes crossed and he collapsed on the ground again, “uuuuunnnnggghhhh! …why…?”
“WHERE IS SHE, YOU LITTLE COCKROACH?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!” She reached down and, to his surprise, picked him up quite easily and held him, still in the fetal position, such that they were eye-to-eye.
“…balls…” he managed, more as an lamentation of the sharp, searing pain he was feeling than as an answer to her question.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’E DONE?!” she screamed at him, shaking his limp body. “YOU STUIPID, PUNY, PATHETIC, ARROGANT, INTERFEREING CONFOUNDED MORTAL!”
She dropped him unceremoniously to the ground. He just lay still, cupping his groin.
“…doctor…”
“Oh shut up, you pathetic little man, you don’t need a doctor. You just need to let my Lady Tentacula out of… your…” And with a flash of inspiration, Vulvagia knew what she had to do.
She gently pulled his hands away from his groin. He found that, once again, her touch was southing and dramatically eased the pain. She undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Pulling them down to just below his hips, she reached in under the waistband of his briefs and gently fished out his penis.
“Tsk, tsk. Tighty-whities and slightly below average size. And you thought you had a chance with the Vir.. I mean… Amber Dawes?”
He was humiliated by her laughing at him, but as she massaged his member, he found that the pain was now completely gone, and he was quickly growing hard.
“Oooo! A grow-er, not a show-er, huh? Now this is looking more like it! Maybe there IS some tiny amount of potential in you after all, huh mortal?”
As she continued to stroke him, he just looked up at her, completely amazed. While he had done this to himself several times a day since turning 13, no woman had ever come close to doing this for him. Well… to be fair, no woman had ever done ANYTHING with him. And THIS woman was vaguely attractive, and grew more so as his orgasm built.
“*pant* Why… *pant* Why are you doing this?”
“To release my Lady Tentacula, of course!” She replied sweetly, smiling back and speeding up her strokes.
“Ten… tack…?” And what he saw next gave him a fair shock. Her Illusion spell was wearing off. She was now both invisible and immaterial to all other mortals, but the Demon Queen’s essence trapped in his testes kept her mystically anchored to his reality. He could not only still feel her, but he could see her.
All of her.
She was naked.
She was impossibly beautiful and sexy.
Her body was perfectly curved and contradictingly, seemed to appear both soft AND chiseled.
She also had...
A… tail?
‘That’s not so bad,’ he thought to himself, sinking deeper into the waves of sexual energy that washed over him.
And… horns?
‘Nobody’s perfect,’ he thought, as he reached the point of no return.
And… Wings and HAIRY FUCKING GOAT'S LEGS, WITH HOOVES!
“GAH!” Mark yelled, going soft almost immediately.
“What?!” Vulvagia asked, shocked. No mortal had ever resisted her touch, but she was unaware that her illusion had run its course.
“Horns! T-tail! W-W-Wings, L-L-Le-LEGS!” He cried, pointing at her lower half.
“What?” she began, innocently. “I… Oh, DAMN! Well, at least we know my Lady in IN THERE,” she replied, pointing to his testicles. “There’s no other way you could see me, once the illusion wears off.”
“Who ARE you?”
“I am Vulvagia, Succubus of the Fifth Circle, serving under her Lady…” But she was interrupted by Mark erupting in laughter. “What?”
“VULVAGIA?! Your name is VULVAGIA?! SERIOUSLY? Oh, my God, your parents must have HATED you!”
“INSOLENT MORTAL! I WAS CREATED BY THE WILL OF LADY TENTACULA HERSELF, AND MY NAME WAS A GIFT FROM… Um… What? Is that an odd name to your ears?”
Mark could barely stop laughing. “I’m sorry, but… It like someone took ‘vulva’ and ‘vagina’ and crammed them together in an effort to sound cool. It’s like the worst comic book super-villain name EVER!”
“But… I...” the Succubus was complete taken off guard. Not only could this mortal see her, but he now seemed completely immune to her influence. She guessed that his resistance to her power came from her Lady’s presence in the physical source of his sexual desire. “Well, no matter. We’ll just get you off and release her ladyship.”
But try as she might, Vulvagia could not manage to get him aroused again. “What’s wrong? Does this happen often to you?”
But Mark found nothing about this woman the slightest bit attractive anymore. “I’m sorry, it’s just the… Horns and… Tail and… Wings and... *shudder* those hairy, cloven legs… REALLY not my thing. And besides… I KNOW you don’t care about ME. You just keep talking about releasing this… Lady... Tarantula?”
“TENTACULA, YOU INSOLENT WHELP! AND ONCE RELEASED FROM HER TESTOSTERONE LADEN PRISION, SHE WILL LAY WASTE TO THIS WORLD AND ENSLAVE EVERY MORTAL MAN IN IT!”
“Whoa.” ‘Well, I wouldn’t want THAT to happen,’ Mark thought to himself. “And… HOW, pray tell, do we do that?”
“youneedtoejaculate” the Succubus muttered.
“Whatwasthat?” Mark answered, imitating her rather well.
“I SAID: YOU. NEED. TO. EJACULATE!” she replied, growing annoyed.
“Well… then there's NO FUCKING WAY THAT WILL HAPPEN, YOU STUPID, CRAZY BITCH!” Mark yelled at her.
Vulvagia now grew enraged. “How… DARE… you?!”
Sensing another hoof-kick coming, Mark held up his finger and quickly reminded her, “Uh-uh-ah! Don’t forget: Your Lady in in my balls right now. You kick me there, and you’re just kicking Her!”
Vulvagia’s eyes opened in horror at this realization. She dropped to her knees and, resting her head against his leg, started apologizing to his scrotum. “My Lady… Please, I beg thy forgiveness! Please… I meant no harm…”
‘JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!’ Tentacula telepathically hissed in Vuvlagia’s mind.
“Yes, m’ Lady. Right away…”
But Mark was already zipping up. “Sorry, Lady. Not to be sexist or anything, but lamb chops THAT hairy? DEFINITELY won’t do it for me. See you around!”
“Oh, yes, mortal, you WILL, DEFINITELY be seeing me. Because until my Lady is released, I will never leave your side.”
“Um… Won’t that look a little bit odd to everyone else - some naked, hairy, goat-legged chick hanging on my arm day and night? And where do you plan to sleep? My parents aren’t going to let you sleep in my room, even if I wanted you too.”
“No one else will see me unless I will them to, you fool. And if I do, I will be under an illusion to make me look human.”
“Well… You might be waiting a rather long time, don’t you think?”
“Oh really? I’ve waited over a century already,” she said, moving uncomfortably close to him, “How long do you think a horny, hormone ridden boy like you will hold out, huh? How do they feel right now, big guy? A little blue after not finishing that hand-job?
“Um…Yeeeeeaaaaah…” he replied, nervously.
“Well get used to that feeling, because it will be your constant companion until my Lady is released.”
“Um… OKaaaaay…” He REALLY didn’t like where this was going.
“And even if I’ve underestimated you, and you manage to abstain from doing what EVERY other male on earth does every single day of their lives… How do you fell about staying a virgin for your entire life?”
“*whimper* NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
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*end / chapter 1*
Please let me know if you want me to post more. It was never *finished*, but there IS more.
BALLS!
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Re: BALLS!
Balls!: Chapter Two
Mark slunk back into the store. Whatever adrenaline rush he had gotten, first from the hand-job and then from standing up to what he assumed was some kind of demon, was gone and left him feeling drained. What’s more, now that he had come back down earth, so to speak, he had to admit that she had a point: His balls were aching a bit from the hand-job, interrupted.
His first instinct was just to pop into the men’s room and finish what she’d started. But the Succubus floating a few feet behind him in all her naked, bacchaelian glory served as a constant reminder of what would happen if he did: He would unleash a demon queen that would enslave mankind. And the reality of his situation was only, just now, REALLY beginning to sink in: There would be no masturbating in his future. No sex. No orgasms. And no relief. Ever.
At one point Amber asked him what he wanted to talk to her about before, but he said it was nothing. He didn’t feel like experiencing any more crushing disappointments today. His depression grew to the point that even when she, the most beautiful girl in the world, showed concern for his emotional state, he barely wanted to even talk to her. He knew he would get over his current funk, but he dreaded what would happen when he did: Working next to this girl gave him a hard on every day – one that didn’t subside until he was home unless he… *a-hem* took a break. He was too depressed right now to get hard, but tomorrow? And the next day? The thought of seeing her… working right next to her… smelling her… Listening to her angel-like voice… And then not being able to relieve himself of all the frustration that inevitably build up because of this? He though this HAD to be what hell felt like.
For her part Vulvagia resisted her instincts to try and tempt him for a while. She knew that he would only get angry at her, especially when the object of his affection was only a few feet away from him. Considering that the Virgin no longer held any attraction for him spoke to his deeply depressed state. All the same she stayed within his line of sight for the rest of the day, invisible to all others. At Five O’clock, she followed him to his car and silently rode home with him.
When they arrived home, she was pleasantly surprised to see that his parents were not home. She assumed her human guise again, this time using enough power that the illusion would hold for several hours if she needed it to. She looked a lot like she did earlier, only her hair was longer and curlier, closer to how Amber Dawes wore her’s. The style was close, and she’s thought her chestnut / auburn color might even be better suited for it than Amber’s platinum blonde. She plumped up her breasts, and allowed he blouse to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her skirt hugged her perfectly round bottom, and was short enough to be a constant threat of giving anyone nearby a view of her pink, lacey panties.
“We should take advantage of this…” she cooed, holding him tight and pressing her voluptuous curves against him.
Mark only sighed.
She circled around in front of him, willing herself to be just a little bit shorter so that his slumped over posture would put his gaze squarely on her tits. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Again he sighed. “Normally, when my parents work late, I take advantage of their absence by browsing porn on the internet and jerking myself into a coma. But because of you and your frigging queen or whatever, I have NOTHING to do right now!” He sighed again. “I suppose I should just… clean up the house a little; do some chores.”
“Oh, no, no, NO!” Vulvagia answered, feigning sympathy reasonably well. “Let’s go upstairs anyway. Just because you can’t… you know… Doesn’t mean you should have ANY fun!”
And before Mark knew it, he was seated at his desk, in his room, in front of his computer monitor.
“I understand mortals can find all KINDS of temptation with these things. Why don’t you show me what my competition is? What I’m up against?” She batted her eyelashes as she said this.
Mark sighed, again, before conceding. “FINE. It’s not every day I’m in the company of a demonic temptress, so I’ll humor you.”
Working the mouse, she watched several time as he clicked on his “secret” folder buried five levels deep in his ‘favorites.’
This aroused her curiosity. “If you like this so much, why do you have in such a hard to reach place?”
“Not hard to reach – hard to FIND. My parents would freak if they found this stuff.”
As he pulled up one relatively vanilla porn site after another, Vulvagia played ‘true or false,’ informing him when the woman in the video was faking it, and when her orgasm was legit. Not surprisingly, most were faking it. He was both amused and impressed by her ability to do this, but figured it came with the territory, seeing as she WAS a succubus after all. She was more interested in the folder at the bottom of the list of porn sites, already hidden five layers deep. The one innocuously marked ‘more stuff.’
Feeling bold, and now having a reasonable working knowledge of this modern contraption, she bumped him to the side and snatched control of the mouse.
“WHAT’S THIS FOLDER?” she asked, way too loudly, as she clicked on it.
“No! Don’t open that!” He lunged in attempt to regain control of the mouse, but with her demonic strength, she easily held him back with her other arm.
“Oh, my word!” she cried out, upon seeing the extensive list of ‘specialty’ porn sites that were hidden within. “Embarrassed nude Females?! Voyeur Cam?! Girl’s Peeing?! Golden Showers? Female Ejaculation?! Sneezing?! Girls wearing Glasses?! Dwarves?! Amputees?! Big Beautiful Women?! Enemas?! Menstruating?! Feet… Armpits… Face-sitting… Small tits… Big tits… First time ANAL?! BDSM… Men taking it up the… Wow! Is there any fetish you DON’T have, you colossal perv?!”
But as she carried on about his collection of more personal kink material, she could see from his blushing that she had clearly touched on a very personal area of his psyche.
“Aaaawww… I’m sorry, sweetie! Look, it’s OK, really. This isn’t that bad. I mean… I’ve been around a bit, you know. I’ve seen much worse than this. I once knew this Cardinal, named Wolsey? You know… I know you don’t want to hear about him. I have a better idea… Why don’t we indulge some of these? In REAL LIFE, I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh… I don’t know…” she started, pushing up the pair of eyeglasses that she made materialize on her face. “I’m SURE we can think of something…”
It was a motion that he always found completely adorable, and for just a moment it made him forget about the reality of what she was, and what she really wanted.
“I’m practically blind without them…” she added, causing his heart to almost melt. She started walking towards the door, and he was barely conscious of the fact that we following her.
Once in the hallway, she sniffled as if her nose was running before letting out a couple of the cutest, most dainty sneezes he had ever seen. “Oh, excuse me! My allergies must be acting up… You don’t have a cat do you? I’m so al-allergic… to… c-c… cAHTCH-SHOO! cats!”
Mark was fully hard now, and felt as if he was almost floating as she headed into the bathroom.
“I’m going to freshen up, OK? No peeking!” But as she went in, he noticed that she left the door cracked.
‘I mustn’t!’ he though desperately to himself. But as the sound of her pee, splashing into the water, emanated into the hallway, he found he couldn't resist, and he crept up to the door. His hand found his cock and brought it forth as he approached the cracked-open door.
Their toilet was directly across for the door, and he had a perfect view of her as she released her enticing golden stream. Her illusion wasn’t perfect, but he was so turned on by all that she was doing, that he wasn’t bother in the slightest by the sight of her horns as he started stroking himself. He looked at her face, which now possessed a perfectly innocent, even bashful and blushing appearance behind the glasses she still wore. It was exactly as he had fantasized about it: like someone KNEW he was watching, chose to let him, but found the situation incredibly embarrassing, humiliating and shameful.
He could feel his orgasm growing, but he didn’t care. In fact he no longer remembered why he shouldn’t cum. He was completely entranced as she tickled his fetishes one at a time. He started scanning down her body, and when he reach her tits, his arousal spiked as he saw that he blouse was open. His cock hardened even more, and he felt his balls start to draw in as he gazed upon what can only be described as a pair of breast too young to be legal.
His eyes fell further, resting on the golden nectar flowing out of her and splashing into the water below. He dreamed of licking her clean when she done, and he felt the quivering in his loins that meant he was approaching the edge of orgasm.
He thought it would be perfect – the most perfect experience imaginable, in fact – if he finished while looking her bare, naked, perfect feet…
HOOVES!
“GAH!” Mark yelled, falling backwards, letting go of his throbbing erection just a single stroke away from even a ruined orgasm. Although his twitching erection was quickly lost, the pressure in his balls reached a painful level almost immediately, and for the second time that day.
“UUuuuunnnnggghh!” he groaned, doubling over in pain.
Vuvlagia jumped up from the toilet and sprang in to the hallway. “WHAT?! What’s WRONG with you?! I was hitting EVERY ONE of your fetish buttons! And we could have kept going if you’d wanted to!”
“… no thanks …” Mark managed, firmly cradling his increasingly sore balls.
“WHY NOT?!” she yelled at him.
He sat up, and looked at her. “Because your illusion, while VERY impressive, is not perfect. And I can still see your horns and hooves. And you might have noticed that there was ONE fetish conspicuously absent from my collection: Furries. I’m sorry. I’m sure your all the rage in some places of the universe, but those goat legs and hooves… I can’t help it. I find them repulsive. And even more so because they remind me of what you are, and what you’re trying to do.”
“You… you shouldn’t be able to see that!”
“Well, I can. And even though your illusion is still active, I can see your wings and tail now too. I kind of dig the tail, actually,” Mark added, under his breath. “But now that I see them? I can’t… NOT see them, you see? And now, all you’re doing is RUINING all that fetish fuel for me.”
She held up an enema bag, in a last, desperate, attempt to re-engage him.
“I’m going to bed,” he grumbled, as he gingerly made his way back to his room, careful to jostle his overly sensitive balls.
‘Oh, man!’ the Succubus thought to herself, recognizing her defeat for what it was. With her mistress’s power inside him, no amount of her own power could create an illusion strong enough to trick him for more than a few seconds. And as his arousal grew, apparently so too did his ability to penetrate her illusions. And as her demonic form was repellent to him, she realized that he might be the only mortal man in the entire world that she COULDN’T tempt into giving in to his Lust.
And yet THAT was EXACTLY what she needed him to do.
‘BALLS!’ she swore silently to herself, as she considered what other option were available to her.
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*end / chapter 2*
Mark slunk back into the store. Whatever adrenaline rush he had gotten, first from the hand-job and then from standing up to what he assumed was some kind of demon, was gone and left him feeling drained. What’s more, now that he had come back down earth, so to speak, he had to admit that she had a point: His balls were aching a bit from the hand-job, interrupted.
His first instinct was just to pop into the men’s room and finish what she’d started. But the Succubus floating a few feet behind him in all her naked, bacchaelian glory served as a constant reminder of what would happen if he did: He would unleash a demon queen that would enslave mankind. And the reality of his situation was only, just now, REALLY beginning to sink in: There would be no masturbating in his future. No sex. No orgasms. And no relief. Ever.
At one point Amber asked him what he wanted to talk to her about before, but he said it was nothing. He didn’t feel like experiencing any more crushing disappointments today. His depression grew to the point that even when she, the most beautiful girl in the world, showed concern for his emotional state, he barely wanted to even talk to her. He knew he would get over his current funk, but he dreaded what would happen when he did: Working next to this girl gave him a hard on every day – one that didn’t subside until he was home unless he… *a-hem* took a break. He was too depressed right now to get hard, but tomorrow? And the next day? The thought of seeing her… working right next to her… smelling her… Listening to her angel-like voice… And then not being able to relieve himself of all the frustration that inevitably build up because of this? He though this HAD to be what hell felt like.
For her part Vulvagia resisted her instincts to try and tempt him for a while. She knew that he would only get angry at her, especially when the object of his affection was only a few feet away from him. Considering that the Virgin no longer held any attraction for him spoke to his deeply depressed state. All the same she stayed within his line of sight for the rest of the day, invisible to all others. At Five O’clock, she followed him to his car and silently rode home with him.
When they arrived home, she was pleasantly surprised to see that his parents were not home. She assumed her human guise again, this time using enough power that the illusion would hold for several hours if she needed it to. She looked a lot like she did earlier, only her hair was longer and curlier, closer to how Amber Dawes wore her’s. The style was close, and she’s thought her chestnut / auburn color might even be better suited for it than Amber’s platinum blonde. She plumped up her breasts, and allowed he blouse to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her skirt hugged her perfectly round bottom, and was short enough to be a constant threat of giving anyone nearby a view of her pink, lacey panties.
“We should take advantage of this…” she cooed, holding him tight and pressing her voluptuous curves against him.
Mark only sighed.
She circled around in front of him, willing herself to be just a little bit shorter so that his slumped over posture would put his gaze squarely on her tits. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”
Again he sighed. “Normally, when my parents work late, I take advantage of their absence by browsing porn on the internet and jerking myself into a coma. But because of you and your frigging queen or whatever, I have NOTHING to do right now!” He sighed again. “I suppose I should just… clean up the house a little; do some chores.”
“Oh, no, no, NO!” Vulvagia answered, feigning sympathy reasonably well. “Let’s go upstairs anyway. Just because you can’t… you know… Doesn’t mean you should have ANY fun!”
And before Mark knew it, he was seated at his desk, in his room, in front of his computer monitor.
“I understand mortals can find all KINDS of temptation with these things. Why don’t you show me what my competition is? What I’m up against?” She batted her eyelashes as she said this.
Mark sighed, again, before conceding. “FINE. It’s not every day I’m in the company of a demonic temptress, so I’ll humor you.”
Working the mouse, she watched several time as he clicked on his “secret” folder buried five levels deep in his ‘favorites.’
This aroused her curiosity. “If you like this so much, why do you have in such a hard to reach place?”
“Not hard to reach – hard to FIND. My parents would freak if they found this stuff.”
As he pulled up one relatively vanilla porn site after another, Vulvagia played ‘true or false,’ informing him when the woman in the video was faking it, and when her orgasm was legit. Not surprisingly, most were faking it. He was both amused and impressed by her ability to do this, but figured it came with the territory, seeing as she WAS a succubus after all. She was more interested in the folder at the bottom of the list of porn sites, already hidden five layers deep. The one innocuously marked ‘more stuff.’
Feeling bold, and now having a reasonable working knowledge of this modern contraption, she bumped him to the side and snatched control of the mouse.
“WHAT’S THIS FOLDER?” she asked, way too loudly, as she clicked on it.
“No! Don’t open that!” He lunged in attempt to regain control of the mouse, but with her demonic strength, she easily held him back with her other arm.
“Oh, my word!” she cried out, upon seeing the extensive list of ‘specialty’ porn sites that were hidden within. “Embarrassed nude Females?! Voyeur Cam?! Girl’s Peeing?! Golden Showers? Female Ejaculation?! Sneezing?! Girls wearing Glasses?! Dwarves?! Amputees?! Big Beautiful Women?! Enemas?! Menstruating?! Feet… Armpits… Face-sitting… Small tits… Big tits… First time ANAL?! BDSM… Men taking it up the… Wow! Is there any fetish you DON’T have, you colossal perv?!”
But as she carried on about his collection of more personal kink material, she could see from his blushing that she had clearly touched on a very personal area of his psyche.
“Aaaawww… I’m sorry, sweetie! Look, it’s OK, really. This isn’t that bad. I mean… I’ve been around a bit, you know. I’ve seen much worse than this. I once knew this Cardinal, named Wolsey? You know… I know you don’t want to hear about him. I have a better idea… Why don’t we indulge some of these? In REAL LIFE, I mean.”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh… I don’t know…” she started, pushing up the pair of eyeglasses that she made materialize on her face. “I’m SURE we can think of something…”
It was a motion that he always found completely adorable, and for just a moment it made him forget about the reality of what she was, and what she really wanted.
“I’m practically blind without them…” she added, causing his heart to almost melt. She started walking towards the door, and he was barely conscious of the fact that we following her.
Once in the hallway, she sniffled as if her nose was running before letting out a couple of the cutest, most dainty sneezes he had ever seen. “Oh, excuse me! My allergies must be acting up… You don’t have a cat do you? I’m so al-allergic… to… c-c… cAHTCH-SHOO! cats!”
Mark was fully hard now, and felt as if he was almost floating as she headed into the bathroom.
“I’m going to freshen up, OK? No peeking!” But as she went in, he noticed that she left the door cracked.
‘I mustn’t!’ he though desperately to himself. But as the sound of her pee, splashing into the water, emanated into the hallway, he found he couldn't resist, and he crept up to the door. His hand found his cock and brought it forth as he approached the cracked-open door.
Their toilet was directly across for the door, and he had a perfect view of her as she released her enticing golden stream. Her illusion wasn’t perfect, but he was so turned on by all that she was doing, that he wasn’t bother in the slightest by the sight of her horns as he started stroking himself. He looked at her face, which now possessed a perfectly innocent, even bashful and blushing appearance behind the glasses she still wore. It was exactly as he had fantasized about it: like someone KNEW he was watching, chose to let him, but found the situation incredibly embarrassing, humiliating and shameful.
He could feel his orgasm growing, but he didn’t care. In fact he no longer remembered why he shouldn’t cum. He was completely entranced as she tickled his fetishes one at a time. He started scanning down her body, and when he reach her tits, his arousal spiked as he saw that he blouse was open. His cock hardened even more, and he felt his balls start to draw in as he gazed upon what can only be described as a pair of breast too young to be legal.
His eyes fell further, resting on the golden nectar flowing out of her and splashing into the water below. He dreamed of licking her clean when she done, and he felt the quivering in his loins that meant he was approaching the edge of orgasm.
He thought it would be perfect – the most perfect experience imaginable, in fact – if he finished while looking her bare, naked, perfect feet…
HOOVES!
“GAH!” Mark yelled, falling backwards, letting go of his throbbing erection just a single stroke away from even a ruined orgasm. Although his twitching erection was quickly lost, the pressure in his balls reached a painful level almost immediately, and for the second time that day.
“UUuuuunnnnggghh!” he groaned, doubling over in pain.
Vuvlagia jumped up from the toilet and sprang in to the hallway. “WHAT?! What’s WRONG with you?! I was hitting EVERY ONE of your fetish buttons! And we could have kept going if you’d wanted to!”
“… no thanks …” Mark managed, firmly cradling his increasingly sore balls.
“WHY NOT?!” she yelled at him.
He sat up, and looked at her. “Because your illusion, while VERY impressive, is not perfect. And I can still see your horns and hooves. And you might have noticed that there was ONE fetish conspicuously absent from my collection: Furries. I’m sorry. I’m sure your all the rage in some places of the universe, but those goat legs and hooves… I can’t help it. I find them repulsive. And even more so because they remind me of what you are, and what you’re trying to do.”
“You… you shouldn’t be able to see that!”
“Well, I can. And even though your illusion is still active, I can see your wings and tail now too. I kind of dig the tail, actually,” Mark added, under his breath. “But now that I see them? I can’t… NOT see them, you see? And now, all you’re doing is RUINING all that fetish fuel for me.”
She held up an enema bag, in a last, desperate, attempt to re-engage him.
“I’m going to bed,” he grumbled, as he gingerly made his way back to his room, careful to jostle his overly sensitive balls.
‘Oh, man!’ the Succubus thought to herself, recognizing her defeat for what it was. With her mistress’s power inside him, no amount of her own power could create an illusion strong enough to trick him for more than a few seconds. And as his arousal grew, apparently so too did his ability to penetrate her illusions. And as her demonic form was repellent to him, she realized that he might be the only mortal man in the entire world that she COULDN’T tempt into giving in to his Lust.
And yet THAT was EXACTLY what she needed him to do.
‘BALLS!’ she swore silently to herself, as she considered what other option were available to her.
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*end / chapter 2*
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Re: BALLS!
I love it this is an awesome story so far ... I hope you keep going with it
But it definatley doesnt help my locked up state lol
But it definatley doesnt help my locked up state lol
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