NOTE:
This story was inspired by a classic Tease and Denial story called "Becky's Toy." I decided to do my own version of that tale, adding my own magic twist.
PART ONE
Tracy was a student at one of the few colleges to hold a mage-exclusive sorority and fraternity. Tracy, like most mages of the modern day, had only a trace of power, only being able to do a handful of little tricks, but it was enough to get her admitted and gain a scholarship to the school. Presently, it was summer vacation, and she was only one of two young women who were staying at the house over the summer. The other was Andrea, a demure, but very powerful biomancer. You couldn't help but love Andrea, sweet and friendly as she was, but a lot of the girls were admittedly rather jealous of her. Andrea was one of the gifted ones; landing a high paying career would be a piece of cake for her. Tracy herself barely qualified as a bottom-rung shadowmancer. Other than a few minor illusion tricks, she really had nothing going for her, magic-wise. Heck, she could barely even turn invisible.
Still, no use fretting about it, especially on such a nice day. She had been off to do one of her summer classes, but when she arrived, found it had been canceled for the day. As she headed back, she thought of inviting Andrea for a quick trip to the lake at the end of town, having some fun on the small beach there.
As she came into the house, however, she thought she heard a low moan coming from the main lounge. Tracy caught the door before it could shut with the usual bang, and listened. She heard another moan again, and this time, there was no mistaking what it was. Tracy's eyes went wide. She let the door silently slip shut and she walked a few feet over to the doorway which looked into the lounge.
Tracy gawked from where she peaked around the corner. Jake was sitting on the couch, completely naked, save for the black cloth straps that bound his arms down to his sides, and the blindfold and gag that partially masked his face. His ankles, however, were tied to a bar that forced his legs apart, granting Andrea full access to his genitals. Andrea, however, was fully dressed, and sat on the coffee table just in front of the couch. Her back was to Tracy, and she had evidentially not heard Tracy return home. Tracy wasn't surprised, as she saw Andrea was completely engrossed in her work. With Jake blindfolded, and Andrea with her back to the door, neither noticed that Tracy had just stumbled upon them.
The young woman was taking a long, white feather, and was lightly tracing the tip of it along Jake's penis. Tracy's eyes widened as she saw how stiff and red the penis was; it quivered at the feather's touch, and pre-cum was already seeping steadily from the tip. Jake let out a long moan as Andrea ran the feather with surgical precision along the length of his shaft and around the ridge and tip of the penis head, making tight little swirls at specific spots, an act that caused Jake to jump, his penis clenching hard at each point.
Andrea reached down, and brought up another feather. She brought it forward, and ran it along Jake's throbbing organ. The second feather she focused more on Jake's testicles and the nooks of his inner thighs, while the first she focused more specifically on his penis head. She occasionally brought the two together along his shaft for several quick swipes, before returning to either end of him. Jake squirmed like crazy, and let out another long moan, this one almost a plea. Tracy could not believe her ears as Andrea answered this moan with a smug giggle.
"Still don't like the feathers, huh, Jake? That's such a shame. So light and soft, tickling your cock like crazy, driving you mad with pleasure. But still, not enough to make you cum, huh? Poor boy. Poor Jake." Andrea leaned forward and gave the horny young man the gentlest of kisses, no more than a peck, to the tip of his penis. Jake immediately bucked forward, as if desperately attempting to plunge his dick into her mouth, but she had already pulled back, licking the pre-cum off her lips, and resumed attacking the head with her feather. "Ah, ah! Behave now. You don't want me to have to punish you, do you?" Jake thrashed his head side to side and let out a muffled cry that sounded downright heartbroken.
After ten more minutes of torment with the feathers, Andrea suddenly plunged forward. In one swift movement, she deep throated Jake's full length and held him there. Jake's whole body stiffened, and his hips squirmed. Tracy was certain Jake was blowing his load from the way he twitched, but after a few moments, it was clear he had not. His body did not relax, and he kept bucking against her. Andrea placed her hands on Jake's thighs to force him to be a little more still, and then finally lifted up, bobbing her head rapidly. After thirty seconds of this, she stopped with only the penis head in her mouth, and suckled him, her tongue visibly writhing within. Jake thrashed like a maniac, and was screaming through his gag. She repeated this action, first deep throating, then bobbing, then suckling the head, a two minute loop that went over and over again. And miracle of miracles, Jake was somehow not cumming his brains out!
Tracy felt her knees go weak. She could not believe what she was seeing. Andrea was the sweetest, gentlest person she'd ever met, and she was cruelly driving her boyfriend crazy with sexual pleasure, while somehow preventing Jake's release.
Finally, Andrea freed Jake from her mouth, and the boy visibly sagged in his bonds, almost wheezing through his nose, the gag muffling his moans. His cock looked a downright hideous shade of dark red, throbbing with a painful looking stiffness. Andrea waited a moment, lightly running her fingertips along his thighs, before reaching up and undoing the clasp of the gag, pulling it free. Tracy's eyes nearly bugged out as she saw the gag had been nothing less than Andrea's own panties, probably used, held into Jake's mouth by a small cloth strap.
"Oh, fuck," said Jake. "Andrea please,
please
, baby, I can't take it!" His blindfold was damp and Tracy saw tears running down his cheek.
"I know," said Andrea, calmly, and almost pitilessly. She leaned up and kissed Jake deeply on the mouth, and kissed his cheeks, licking up his tears, "Mmm... your tears taste a bit like your pre-cum, you know. I like to think your cock is crying for me, too."
Jake let out a ragged sob. Andrea stood up and sat herself in Jake's lap. She cradled his head against her chest, and stroked his hair. She shushed him and held him, and her hand began to glow a dull white as she caressed him. The light bathed Jake, and he stopped shaking. It was hard to tell from this angle, but Tracy thought she saw his cock finally go down. Andrea kissed Jake again, and he let out a moan that sounded more like contentment than frustration. "Time to stop today. Just five more days to go. Think you can make it?"
Jake let out a hurt cry. "No, I really don't!"
"Too bad," said Andrea. She stood and slipped off the blindfold, and Tracy almost forgot to duck back around the doorway before she was spotted. She heard Andrea continue: "Remember, if you try to masturbate tonight, I will know, and that will add another day."
"That so isn't fair," said Jake. "It's everything I can do to
not
touch it!"
"Think of it as your exercise in resisting temptation," said Andrea. "It will build up your willpower."
Tracy could hear them moving about, and she took this opportunity to tip toe away before she was spotted. When she got to her room, she realized she was shaking, and her shorts now sported an enormous wet stain. She quickly slipped them off and threw herself onto her bed. Pulling her vibrator from its hiding spot under the bed, she turned it to full power and plunged it into herself without hesitation or build up. She had to bite the end of her pillow to keep from screaming too loudly, even as she came three times in quick succession. When she was finished, she lay there, half-conscious, gently stroking her pussy lips as she replayed the scene she had just witnessed over and over in her mind.
PART TWO
Tracy eventually came out to the kitchen to get something to eat, intending not to mention anything if she bumped into Andrea. Unfortunately, Andrea just happened to be getting a snack herself and Tracy instantly turned bright red upon seeing her. Tracy took a look at Andrea with renewed appreciation; the petite, strawberry blond wearing a simple white dress, a red ribbon in her hair, looked so innocent, but Tracy now new better.
Andrea smiled brightly as she saw Tracy. "Hi!" she said. "Didn't know you were back. When did you get home?" She paused as she noticed how fiercely Tracy was blushing. "Jeez, did you fall asleep sun bathing again?" Andrea reached out and gently touched Tracy's forearm, a white glow surrounding her hand. The glow briefly washed over Tracy, but the redness only faded a little. Tracy gulped and tried to compose herself, and the color faded somewhat. Andrea chewed her lip. "Um, well, looks like it isn't sunburn." She peered at Tracy, her blue eyes a little wide. "You okay?"
"Oh, oh, yeah, of course," said Tracy. "I'm just, uh... a little hungry."
Andrea stepped away from the fridge and sat at the little breakfast bar, munching on some carrot sticks. Tracy made herself a ham and cheese sandwich, trying not to feel awkward.
"So, uh... how was your day?" said Tracy, trying to break the ice. She took a long sip of water.
Andrea smiled softly. "I'm pretty sure you have a good idea."
Tracy nearly choked, and spit half the water back into her glass. "Holy shit, you saw me?!"
Andrea nodded. "There's a small mirror on the wall, incase you forgot. I finally saw you in it when I was taking the blindfold off Jake."
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to spy, it's just... I mean..." Tracy made a motion with her hand, indicating her lack of ability to properly put her thoughts into words.
Andrea held up a hand in reassurance. "I know, I know. Not what you expected of me, huh? And it's okay. I thought about it and realized I didn't mind. In fact, had I known, I might have given you a bit more of a show."
"Are you serious?"
Andrea frowned. "Well, I mean, if you were interested. Sorry, I assumed you were, since you were watching me." She tilted her head to the side a bit. "How much did you see, exactly?"
"Um, well, the feathers, and the, uh, blowjob."
"Ah. You missed him kissing my feet and eating me out then."
"Andrea!" Tracy was blushing furiously again. "Oh my god! What's gotten into you?"
Andrea seemed to withdraw a little, shoulders slumping a bit. "Um, sorry... are you really upset? I shouldn't have done that in the lounge, huh? It's just, I thought you'd be at class, and, well, I thought it would excite Jake some more, the idea of doing it in the main room, where we could potentially get caught. I seriously didn't think we would. You're not, um, going to report us, are you?"
Tracy shook her head and grinned sheepishly. "No. No, sorry, I'm not mad, I just... wow. You were working him over so bad."
Andrea laughed lightly. "I know, right? Jake's a really sweet guy, but he's a complete masochist. I really wasn't into the idea at first, but he eventually convinced me to try teasing him up a bit. And, well, it kind of escalated from there."
Tracy shook her head slightly with wonder. "I'll say. The way he was moaning and thrashing..."
Andrea smiled a little smugly. "I admit, it's pretty fun once you get into it."
"I'm a little curious though. I saw what you were doing to him, and man, he should have blown his load like a dozen times, at least. In fact, it looked like he was trying. How were you stopping him?"
"Oh, that," said Andrea. "Just a little magic trick I learned. I put a little spell on his cock, so he can't have an orgasm."
"Ever?" Tracy's eyes were wide with amazement.
