Phil had given up struggling against his bonds. There was no breaking the women's magical restraints, and even if he somehow could break them, it's not like he could go anywhere to hide. In a world of Sex Mages, and especially in a small town like this, he'd be lucky to get a block before a woman would catch him and "put him back where he belonged."
Where he belonged right now was sitting on the recently constructed wooden bench that circled the garden and fountain centerpiece of the town square. He, and a few other men dispersed among the bench, sat with their arms pinned over the backs of the bench, their feet planted firmly on the ground, with their legs spread wide. They were all nude, and frozen in place, the only movements they could make being to blink, breathe, and twitch their rock hard cocks. These were the modern day "stocks," and had become the primary means of punishment for male criminals since the town had become part of a new Queendom.
Men who were punished this way were pinned for days to the benches with magic, their genitals free game for any woman who wished to tease them mercilessly, without relief. On the plus side, the magic's healing side effects kept the men from getting hurt; they suffered neither sunburn nor chill nor hunger while they were pinned, and despite not moving for hours on end, their muscles didn't cramp, nor did they suffer sores.
However, such pains would have been nothing compared to the agony of teasing they received. The sheer sexual tension drove the men to the brink of insanity, their penises and testicles aching with extreme need, even as the women of the town visited pleasures upon them so frequently and intensely that the pleasure itself became a sort of pain, magnified by the refusal to allow the men to cum.
This was Phil's first turn on the stocks. He'd been skimming money from the registers at the store he worked at, careful to avoid any security cameras while he did so. Stupidly, he'd thought he'd get away with it, because his intentions and actions weren't in the least bit sexual, thus women weren't going to detect his thoughts on the matter. He'd always heard a woman could only read the sexual thoughts and memories of a man. Apparently, that was only to start with. A woman who'd been in enough sexual contact with a man could go deeper. So when his ex-girlfriend appeared at his store and took a peek in his mind, he'd been found out instantly. Ever ready for payback, she'd reported him immediately.
And so, here he was on the stocks. He'd only been there for a day, and he was already ready to cut his penis and testicles off with a rusty spoon if it meant never having to experience this kind of punishment again. He was so horny, so agonized by the need for relief, he was all but delirious with lust-fever. And not a single woman who passed him by gave him even a hint of pity, even as fresh new sensations tenderly assaulted his genitals and libido, lovingly brutalizing him the way only a woman could.
"So stupid," he heard a woman say. His attention drew towards his right, where a few feet away, another man was pinned down. He couldn't quite make out who it was, as he couldn't turn his head to look. But he could see the two women, dressed in business suits and standing with their arms crossed, clucking their tongues at the other man. From the way he was slouched, Phil could just barely see the man's penis, beet red with tension, quivering between his legs like a vibrator. The women laughed at his suffering. "You'd think these boys would realize at some point how powerless they are. But some men just never quite believe what we can do to them. Isn't that right, Frank?"
Frank... Frank... he'd heard something about him in the paper. Frank had tried to force himself on a woman he'd thought didn't have her powers yet. Absolutely desperate from months without relief. Now, they were saying he'd be fixed with a permanent orgasm block, even after a week on the Bench. Phil felt a sympathetic pang of dread for the man. Of course, he shouldn't have forced himself on the woman. But then again, the things women did to them, driving men out of their minds with lust whether they deserved it or not...
Phil blinked as he saw the women snap their gaze towards him, sensing his thoughts. One of them smirked, and sauntered over to him, while the other stayed focused on Frank. The woman, dressed in light grey business attire, appraised Phil, and smirked as she saw his penis throbbing. "So, what did you do to be here, hmm?" Brazenly, she grabbed his penis, and gazed into his eyes. She could feel her mind rooting through his thoughts. "Robbery, huh? And you thought you'd get away with it because it didn't have anything to do with your cock?" She pulled her hand back and watched his cock jerk in a futile attempt to cum, just from her brief touch. "Silly boy. Your cock is all you are."
A muffled cry suddenly sounded, and Phil glanced back over to Frank. He was flushed and sweating, and his penis looked even harder and darker than before, if it was possible. It was also literally vibrating now, actually causing a low buzzing sound. The woman standing before him had a wicked grin on her face. Frank was mewling pitifully, his tormentor visiting maddening sensations upon his genitals without even bothering to touch him.
"Hey. Cock." Phil glanced back to the woman standing in front of him. "What's the most humiliating thing a woman has ever done to you?"
