This story takes place in the Sex Mage World, a little over five years after Sex Magic first appears on Earth. The Academy is created as a social experiment to see how newer generations will be able to cope with a heavily female dominated lifestyle, as seen through a boarding school scenario. All characters in this story are ages 18 and up.
ONE
Tim tossed and turned in his sleep, slowly rousing as his rock hard cock twitched and clenched, forcing unconscious moans from his lips. His hips jerked as his body instinctively tried fuck something to relieve the desire building in his cock. As he started to gain consciousness, he became aware of the sensation of feathers lightly stroking up and down his cock, tickling the head and balls. His eyes snapped open and he lurched, turning onto his back, his cock bouncing as he tried to fuck the air for a few moments, caught up in the sensations.
"F-fuck!" Tim muttered. "I'm up! I'm up!" For a moment, he thought he'd gone unheard, as the sensations continued to tease him. But then, they lessened, and finally pulled away, leaving Tim panting on the bed, his balls aching. He wished, more than anything, that he could reach down to stroke himself, but he could not. Then he wished he could beg for the sensations to keep going until he popped, but he knew that would be pointless. With a groan, he staggered out of bed, his cock stubbornly wagging before him.
As soon as he was on his feet, an invisible hand clasped around his cock. The grip was gentle, but firm, and Tim knew better than to try and resist its pull. He immediately followed it, the hand reeling him in like a fish towards the door. He stepped out into the hall, and joined the other boys of the dorm as they stood at attention, naked and hard for the Head Mistress and the Dorm staff to inspect.
The smartly dressed women, all quite gorgeous in their heels, stockings, and conservatively designed, yet provocatively worn business suits, came down the hall, looking each of the boys over one by one. As they did, each boy shivered and their cocks twitched. Some had to bite their lips to keep from moaning, and one boy was nearly in tears. He opened his mouth to say something, no doubt to beg for some kind of mercy, but a single glance from the Head Mistress, and he jumped, clamping his mouth shut. His cock clenched a few times, and he turned red with embarrassment.
Such was the morning ritual for all the boys of the Metis Academy Boarding School. A small, yet prestigious place of learning, it was also somewhat infamous for its policy of "preparing boys for the real world." This meant that not only were they expected to perform their studies and school activities with full dedication, they were also expected to do so while constantly under the influence of Sex Magic. Upon arrival, the female staff seized their genitals and minds, setting forth rules and conditions that the boys had to follow, enforced and maintained by the women's magic:
1) No male is allowed to facilitate their own pleasure. No masturbating or trying to initiate sex or sexual contact with others, without the permission, and either witness or participation, of a female.
2) A male's orgasm must be earned through hard work and diligence. Exceptional circumstances may allow an orgasm to be given as a special favor, but a male is expected to repay that favor ten fold.
3) Males must be naked and erect at all times to demonstrate proper respect to females and sincere submission to female authority.
4) Males may not resist the advances and requests of females, unless doing so would result in genuine harm to the male or female in question. Any attempt at falsely accusing a female of unreasonable requests will be harshly punished.
So it was for Tim and all 100 boys attending the school, their dignity was stripped from them every day, starting with the morning ritual. As the Head Mistress came up to him, Tim tried to look her in the eye, but withered under her cool scrutiny. She glanced him up and down, and then Tim felt a tiny jolt to his cock, which made him jump, then stand further at attention. The Head Mistress fixed her gaze upon him a moment longer, than proceeded to the next boy. The Vice Head Mistress and Mistress of the Dorm Karen, followed right behind, both not quite able to hide their amusement as professionally as the Head Mistress.
A few minutes later, and the boys were given a pass. They were allowed to retrieve their sandals and backpacks and go to breakfast. Just as they were about to leave, however, one of the boys, Max, was asked to stay back. The other boys traded knowing glances and cringes. Max had been the boy who had almost spoken out. They all knew he hadn't cum in over a month, and he was starting to lose it. It was possible the Head Mistress was going to take pity on him. It was more possible she was going to just keep punishing him until he learned how to take it.
The boys headed off, a few of them still hesitating to go outside naked, but pushed forward by their hungry classmates anyway. They tried to ignore the way their rock hard cocks wiggled in front of them as they walked. The girls were already in the cafeteria, having been allowed in while the boys were being scrutinized. The newer girls were still giggling over seeing the procession, while the older girls simply smiled with amusement or remained indifferent, having seen it enough times before. The girls, of course, were all fully dressed.
After getting his food, Tim sat down in the corner table, pulling out some notes to glance over before class while he ate. A few moments later, however, a tall girl with short brown hair sat down across from him. Before he could say hello, she had slipped off her shoes and propped her socked feet onto his lap. Tim let out a small gasp as her left foot pressed fully against his cock, while her right hooked behind it to steady it.
"H-hi, Becky," said Tim. Becky smiled coolly as she slowly and rhythmically pressed her foot against him. Tim knew the game. He was supposed to keep doing what he was doing and try not to let her manipulations get to him. It was difficult, however; she had gotten quite skilled with her feet in the months they had been doing this.
"You feel extra stiff this morning," she said, and eased up a bit.
"Just... just been a little while," Tim said, softly. He set his notes to the side, already unable to concentrate on them. He instead focused on eating his breakfast.
"Really? I thought you got straight A's on your tests last week? Don't they usually let you pop for every A?"
"Second semester, it's an A+," said Tim.
"Oh, wow. That must suck," said Becky. She gave his cock a "sympathetic" squeeze, which nearly made him drop his fork. She resumed her massage, rolling her foot back and forth and up and down his cock, smoothly and easily, eating her meal while she did, as casual as could be. Tim could barely swallow his food, and his breath started to quicken. He yearned to grab her feet and start fucking them hard, but without her permission, the magic wouldn't let him. He grit his teeth and tried not to ask her; if he did, she would make quite a show of it, and more than likely, he wouldn't get to cum anyway. He had to resist the temptation, had to just power through it—
Becky's foot squeezed him that certain way in just the right spot, and Tim let out a loud gasp, clutching at the sides of the table so he wouldn't double over face first into his food. He still caused both of their food trays to clatter against the table. There were giggles off to the side, as the commotion did not go unnoticed. Tim looked pleadingly up at Becky, who just grinned and winked, giving him a final, shudder-inducing squeeze before letting him go.
"Hurry up and eat, or you'll miss breakfast," said Becky.
"Th-thank you," said Tim meekly, voice shaking. He ate the food down quickly, barely able to taste it, choking it down with juice.
"You need me to quiz you or something?" said Becky, indicating his notes. Tim picked them up and put them in his folder.
