Hard Mode

Author's Note: This story features characters from the Sex Wizards series, but you certainly do not have to read the main story to read and enjoy this. This was my "Valentine's Day" post last month over on another site, and the idea came from a reader request, so if you have any characters or kinks you want written about, let me know! I've also just posted a 42 page side story that delves into Garrett's backstory and how he met Bridgette (also a reader request). In other news, Part 3 of the main story of Sex Wizards is coming along nicely, and I'm still hoping to start posting later in spring or early summer, so stay tuned!

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"Please?"

"Nope."

"Pretty please?"

"Hmm... Nah."

"C'mon Ambra, I'm desperate!" Thaddius was pouting. He knew he was pouting. She had reduced him to

pouting.

Ambra turned to look up at the man who tailed her like some sort of overgrown puppy. But she wasn't the thing he was after. No, he was after the little silver key she wore around her neck.

"Who said it's been 'too long' since he was locked up?" she asked.

"Me, but-"

"And who gave me the key?"

"Me, but-"

"And

who

said that the keyholder gets to decide when the cage comes off?"

"Ambraaa," he said, voice pitched into a whine.

Whining

now! The curvy little blonde had a gift for driving him mad, but this was getting out of hand. It had been some time since he'd done conjuration, and he had expected a slow re-introduction to the school. A couple of days at most. But it had been two and half weeks since she had locked his cock up, and Ambra had given no indication that she was ready to take it off again. And with how much her and Iona had been... enjoying each other, he was starting to think his contribution wasn't even missed.

She looked him over, a hint of mischief lifting the corner of her full lips. "I'll make a deal with you, love," she said. "You can either choose to wait the easy week and a half I had planned for you..." His stomach dropped. Another

week and a half?

"Or you can endure the next two days on hard mode."

His dick did the talking. "Hard mode."

Ambra's grin turned sharp. "Are you sure?"

A shiver of fear rushed down his spine. He knew better. Ambra was not a caster to test, but his dick just wouldn't shut up. "Yes."

Ambra smiled and stood on her tiptoes to peck his lips in a quick kiss. "Deal. Brace yourself, love. We'll start tonight after dinner."

#

He spent the rest of the afternoon wondering how bad it could possibly be. The anticipation gnawed at him, making his stomach twist and jump as his imagination went wild thinking of all the things his lovers might be planning. It only served to make his trapped cock ache harder, which in turn made the rest of the day

creep

by.

Even through dinner, neither Ambra or Iona said a word about their intentions. It was unusual. Most of the time, they couldn't shut up about it. They liked to conspire right in front of him, saying all the things they wanted to do to and with him, but tonight, they let nothing slip but sly looks and mischievous smiles.

Ambra finished early and said, "I'll meet you two in my room once you're finished."

Thaddius' foot bounced under the table, the last few bites of his dinner forgotten. Iona grinned slyly at him from across the table. Leisurely, she took a drink from her cup as her foot slid up to nudge between his legs.

His leg stopped bouncing. A breath shuddered out of his lungs. Blood throbbed in his trapped cock.

And Iona just smirked. Her toes toyed with him as she mapped out the cage through the fabric of his trousers, pressed gently against his testicles. Thaddius bit back a groan, his hands gripping the edge of the table.

Iona and Ambra couldn't be more different. Where Ambra was short and curvy, pale and blonde, Iona was tall and statuesque, with ebony brown skin, black hair cropped to short fuzz over her scalp. Ambra was loud and quick-tempered while Iona was quiet and calculating. Yet both of them had the unique gift of being able to drive him completely out of his godsdamned mind.

He rolled his hips against Iona's foot just as she pulled it away. "Are you done eating, love?" she asked, words clipped and cultured through that Kiali accent.

Thaddius nodded and pushed his plate away, abandoning some rice and carrots. Iona's foot returned to his crotch as she pulled his plate towards her. "Well, I'm not," she said before she started slowly finishing off his leftovers. Thaddius couldn't help but watch her plump lips wrap around his fork and groaned miserably. She made sure to clean every last grain of rice from his plate before she finally pushed the plate back to him.

"Go clean up."

He didn't have to be told twice.

#

Ambra was waiting for them. As soon as Thaddius opened the door to his room, she grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him inside. Iona followed at a much more relaxed pace, closing the door behind her.

Thaddius' heart thudded against his ribcage as Ambra pushed him against the wall. Iona came to stand next to her, looking amused. He quivered under their gaze, feeling stripped bare. Not a minute later, he

was

stripped bare. Iona and Ambra made short work of his shirt and trousers, leaving him with nothing but the cock around his cage.

Ambra toyed with the key around her neck, making sure he got a good look at it. "You sure you want to do hard mode?" she asked, giving him one last out.

Thaddius licked his dry lips, his eyes wide as he looked at his lovers. It was only two days. If he'd been able to handle two and a half weeks already. Two more days was nothing. Right?

"Yes."

Ambra grinned and pulled the key from her neck. "I hoped so."

Then she did the last thing Thaddius expected. She unlocked his cock. The heat of her hand made him tremble, his length already starting to swell after being locked away for so long. But then Ambra reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out a different cage. She held it up for him to see. It was similar to the one she'd just taken off of him, save for one noticeable difference. The modification made his eyes go wide, his stomach drop with dread.

"No no no, oh

c'mon

Ambra," he whimpered.

With his back against the wall, he felt cornered by them. And Ambra didn't help when she pressed her warm body against his with a smirk. The top of her head barely reached his chin. She leaned up to kiss his neck."You know how to stop."

Thaddius bit his lip, closed his eyes, and trembled as she locked the cage around him. But he didn't stop her. The cage was a little looser than the one she'd just freed him from, but it was no mercy. He could feel the sharp little spikes that lined the inside of it, just barely grazing his skin. It wasn't just a chastity cage to stop him from using his dick; it was a cage designed to punish him for his own arousal.

Ambra's lips felt hot against his collar and chest, and he couldn't help but take notice. His length swelled inside of the cage, and he whimpered as the sharp little points dug into his flesh. He took a few deep breaths, stamped the arousal down, and the pain receded.

"Good boy," Iona purred, and Thaddius felt a very different kind of pleasure rush through him.

Ambra pulled away, and Iona smiled as she grabbed his hand. She led him over to the bed, but she didn't pull him onto it. Instead, she pushed him to kneel on the floor beside it, her hand stroking gently through his hair. He leaned into the touch.

Ambra came up behind him and pressed her ample bosom against his back, warm arms encircling him from behind. "This is how this will go, Thaddius," she murmured into his ear. "You are going to please us in whatever way we ask you to. And any time you even

think

of putting your own pleasure above ours, you'll be punished for it." Her hand trailed down to tap the cage, making Thaddius shudder. "Because for the next two days, you exist as nothing but our fucktoy. The satisfaction of pleasing us should be all the reward you need, isn't that right?"

Thaddius let out a shuddering breath. "Yes, mistress." He switched to the honorific without thought as he bent to their will.

"That's a good fucktoy," Ambra purred as she took his hands and slid a few focuses down his fingers. "Now, why don't you show Iona how much you'd like to please her?"

Thaddius shuddered and looked up at Iona. Her ocher eyes sparkled with mischief as she pulled the layers of her skirt up. He scooted forward to kneel between her legs, breathing in her familiar scent. That alone made his cock twitch, but he shoved it to the back of his mind as he brought his mouth to meet her lips.

His tongue licked up the length of her slit, tasting the sweet tang on her. It made him groan, but no more than the pain that radiated from his cock as the spikes sank into his flesh again. He took another deep breath to fruitlessly try and calm himself before he buried his face between Iona's legs.

The dark-haired woman moaned as she laid back, her fingers tightening in his blond locks to keep him where he was. Thaddius' tongue drew patterns through the curtains of her slit before worshipping her clit with gentle laps. He sucked and nibbled, focusing on the gasps and moans Iona made rather than the painful ache between his legs.

His jaw started to ache, but he didn't stop as he pressed his tongue into her, exploring her just as thoroughly inside as he had out. Iona gasped and squirmed underneath him, her husky voice like music to his ears. He closed his mouth over her before he sucked.

Iona's grip tightened painfully, tugging his hair hard. Her leg hooked around his shoulders as she arched with a shout of pleasure. Her orgasm washed through her, coating Thaddius' tongue with the taste of her all over again. She kept him there for a moment longer, grinding her slit against his face as she milked every last second of her pleasure from him.

When she finally released him, he pulled back with a gasp, breathless and panting. His cock

throbbed,

his face coated in his lover's juices, and he trembled helplessly, unable to do a godsdamned thing about any of it.

"Good toy," Iona said, breathless. Ambra smiled as she sat on the bed next to her lover, and coaxed Thaddius forward again. He whimpered, the torture of it nearly unbearable, but he crawled forward all the same.

Ambra leaned down to catch Iona's lips. The other woman moaned underneath her, pink tongues dancing against one another in a display that made Thaddius nearly have to look away. Watching the two of them was something he usually enjoyed, but right now, the picture of pleasure was unbearable.

When they finally broke apart, Ambra whispered something into her ear, and Iona chuckled. "Hard mode, indeed," she said, even as she slowly got to her feet.

Thaddius watched as Iona let her skirt drop, her shirt following soon after to expose her small breasts, her lithe figure. But Ambra drew his attention back when she grabbed his hair and pulled him between her legs.

As usual, she was far more demanding than Iona had been. She forced his mouth to her slit as she ground against him. He willed his aching tongue to keep going as he buried himself between her legs. He nibbled and teased, trying to pleasure her just as he had Iona even as he felt the other woman settle behind him.

Hands grabbed his hips and pulled him up, guiding him onto all fours. Iona spread his ass, and dread and pleasure coiled in his stomach. Something cold fell onto his hole, and he cried out as his cock jumped painfully. Ambra smothered his protests as she clamped her thighs down on either side of his head.

He didn't need to see the phallus and harness Iona had donned to know it was there. Her warm hands stroked down his back before the blunt tip of it poked at his hole. He whimpered against Ambra, wordlessly begging for mercy, but they weren't intent to grant it. Iona seated herself inside of him with one steady thrust. As strong as Ambra's grip was, she couldn't stop him from throwing his head back with a cry of anguish.

But he didn't call a stop, so neither did they. Ambra slapped him across the face in admonishment before pulling him back between her legs. "No complaints, toy," she said, and he didn't need to hear the 'you asked for this' to know it was there.

Iona fucked him steadily, the phallus stretching him, filling him. Every time the blunt head hit his prostate, his cock jumped painfully as every spike dug into his swollen length. He whimpered against Ambra, but his tongue never stopped thrusting and lapping. He knew his job, and it was to please them. And their greatest pleasure came from his suffering.

The phallus and it's wielder were both merciless. Every thrust made him groan, the pleasure of that delicious stretched robbed from him by the painful jabs from his cage. It was maddening. It was torture. And he savored it.

It felt like an eternity before Ambra tensed underneath him, her back arching as his tongue brought her to climax. It felt like another eternity still until Iona moaned behind him, hips thrusting leisurely as she came again. She pressed a gentle kiss against his back that filled him with gratitude. In part because he had pleased both of them, and in part because it was over.

But tonight had only been night one of two, and he didn't know the meaning of suffering or service yet.

#

Thaddius had a rude awakening the next morning. Pain stabbed in between his legs, and he gasped as his eyes flew open. Ambra and Iona were pressed on either side of him on Ambra's bed, naked and warm and altogether too tempting.

He tried to extract himself, but Iona's arm tightened around his waist. On his other side, Ambra stirred as well, pushing her sleep mussed hair from her face as she grinned up at him. They both seemed to sense his predicament and came to some silent agreement to make his life harder.

Ambra's mouth trailed over his chest, tongue darting out to tease at his nipples. Behind him, Iona pressed herself against his back to nibble on his neck. He grimaced as his cock throbbed harder, letting him feel the indent of every spike on the inside of the cage.

But then Ambra leaned over his shoulder to catch Iona's lips, and he thought he might actually catch on fire. The wet sound of their mouths meeting was enough to drive him mad, but then he made the mistake of looking at them. They were a sight, both of them like a work of art in their own right, but when they came together, the effect was devastating.

There were times when he would just sit back and watch, but right now, all he wanted to do was be included. Yet they didn't seem intent to let him, and with his cock locked away, any inclusion would do nothing but torment him further. Though when Iona's hand reached between his legs to find Ambra's slit, he decided that this might actually be hell. The blonde moaned as she clung to Thaddius, for support. Her hips rocked against him in a way that both jostled his cage and drove him

wild

with the need to be inside of her.

But he was trapped between the two of them. Nothing more than a prop for Iona to nibble on, or Ambra to thrust against. He felt hot - overheated, like he was burning up from the inside out. He whimpered and vainly tried to wiggle free, but Iona's leg hooked over his to keep him there.

Ambra's little noises of pleasure make his stomach clench, his skin ripple. He was panting right along with her, feeling her hot breath mingle with his own. It still seemed like an eternity before the blonde tensed as her orgasm washed through her. Iona pulled her wet fingers free before presenting them to Thaddius.

"Clean them," she ordered.

Thaddius shuddered, his mouth suddenly dry. He stared at Iona's dripping fingers before he pulled them between his lips. Ambra's taste flooded his senses, and he let out a sound of pure misery as he licked her clean. Iona thrust into his mouth, making sure he got every last drop while Ambra watched them with a wicked sort of enjoyment.

When Iona pulled her fingers free, Ambra leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to Thaddius' forehead. "I have a casting date with Dom, so you belong to Iona today," she said. "Be a good fucktoy for her, alright?'

Iona's arms tightened around his waist. He let out a quiet groan. "Yes mistress."

#

Thaddius spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon on his knees. Iona was quick to lock his testicles between the bars of a humbler to make sure of it. The device kept his balls stretched behind him, the wooden bar resting against the backs of his thighs. It made straightening up or standing impossible, lest he wanted to torture his bits even further. And since he still had a whole day to get through, he most certainly did not.

Thaddius couldn't help but think this was getting ridiculous, even for hard mode, but his lover was quick to prove him wrong. Iona knelt behind him, and he whimpered as he felt the smooth tip of

something

poke at his hole. The slicked end of it slid into him before retreating. Iona thrust slowly, twisting the thing before inching it deeper. Thaddius let out a shuddering moan as Iona fucked him with the toy, stretching him slowly before she slid the bulb into him.

It was girthy, filling his passage and pressing against his prostate in a way that was impossible to ignore. But Iona cranked up the intensity yet again when she turned the damn thing on. Thaddius couldn't stop a shout as the plug pulsed, sending a jolt of energy straight through him. It made his trapped cock twitch and he accidentally tugged at the contraption that kept his tensticles stretched behind him. The last touch was to slide focuses down each one of his fingers, which crackled with charge on contact. He moaned miserably as Iona settled into her reading chair and kicked her feet up onto his back.

"Now be a good footstool," Iona said and opened a book in her lap.

Thaddius trembled under her feet, so randy and miserable that he couldn't seem to focus on anything else. The bulb was relentless, and it never quite turned off. There was always a steady pulse that made his hole twitch and clench without his permission, but every so often, it built to a jolt of energy that rocked through him. Sometimes, he could feel it building and could brace himself, bite his lip closed, but other times, it caught him completely by surprise, and he couldn't stop a cry of agony and bliss.

It was after the third such outcry that Iona got tired of her reading being interrupted and fastened a ball gag into his mouth. He quieted a little bit after that, but Iona could still feel every time the bulb caught him off guard by the way he trembled and tensed underneath her bare feet. It sent a thrill of pleasure through her, and she was content to sit in her chair to soak in her lover's suffering.

Ambra returned some time later, her golden hair went from the baths. Thaddius was so deep in his own surrender and misery that the sound of the door opening completely slipped his notice. His aching cock was leaking through the bars of his cage, and he was so hard that he could feel the painful indent of every spike that lined the inside of it. It was only when Ambra took a seat on his back that he jolted to attention and was rewarded with a stinging slap against his ass for his efforts.

He shivered and focused on holding himself up under her weight. His arms and shoulders were already tired, his knees and palms aching, but it was all secondary to the feel of the plug inside of him, the cage digging into his flesh. Ambra toyed with his hair as she asked, "How was your day, love?"

Iona chuckled. "Rather peaceful," she said as she set her book aside. "And yours?"

"Very fun," Ambra said. "I haven't laughed that hard while conduiting in some time. Enchantment isn't Dominai's strong point, but he got the hang of it by the end."