"Silly boy!" sang one fairy, giving it a long lick.
"Oughtn't stray!" cooed another, running over it with a feather that was, for her, enormous.
"Delightful toy!" hissed a third, actively humping his dick for all she was worth.
"Such fun to play!" they chorused at once, leaping into the air to zoom around his head.
Aaron whimpered and giggled, struggling uselessly in his restraints. His three guards had been taking advantage of their charge for close to an hour now, and his naked, throbbing dick was desperate,
thirsting
for the release they seemed to delight in denying him. It was bound in smooth silken cords, just like the rest of him, and his mouth was gagged with a sugary confectionery he dared not try to eat.
He hadn't thought twice about approaching the strange ring of mushrooms in the woods. Aaron happened to be an expert survivalist, and a few of the mushrooms, though unrecognizable to him, had looked inexplicably delicious. He had found himself wandering towards them, straying off the path in the process..
... and then ten of the mushrooms had transformed into giggling fairies, and he had found himself lost in a sea of shimmering lights.
He had tried to get away, of course, but those lights had captured his frail mind in seconds, and he'd been overwhelmed by the sensations of dozens of phantom tongues on his cock. His mind had been helpless to resist every suggestion they'd implanted in him.
Soon, he had collapsed, and they'd swarmed him, finishing him off in his wretched defeat with thousands of erotic thoughts ad images and sensations. He had been reduced to a whimpering, quivering mess.
It had taken ten seconds and ten fairies.
Now he was trapped. He knew what the fairies wanted, of course—everyone knew the Unseelie Court what they did with the men and women they captured. They wanted to torment him, to force him to submit, to make him beg to give in. Everyone knew the old rhyme:
Come to me once, you're no slave to our wants Come to me second, the Fairy Realm beckons Come to me thrice, you start feeling so nice And you sink in my arms and you melt into vice The Fairy Realm claims a new plaything tonight!
But Aaron was not ready to surrender just yet. Even in his whimpering torment, he held out hope: The barmaid back at the town knew just where he'd gone. If he could just hold out long enough, perhaps someone would be sent out. Perhaps someone would spot the fairy ring and guess what had happened. Perhaps, even, they would be able to... to...
He cried out into the sweetmeat gag, bucking helplessly as the fairies flew back down and resumed their cruel teasing of his (comparatively) massive cock. There was no hope. Soon, he would be begging to submit to them. Begging to cum his life away.
His only chance was that they might get bold enough to loosen his bonds. If only he could get free, he knew he could find the way out. It was a longshot, but Aaron had escaped from similar binds before.
Never naked and with a throbbing, ticklish erection, mind. Never surrounded by tiny, gorgeous women determined to tease him to the brink of orgasm.
"Poor boy," squealed a fairy in his ear as she loudly masturbated, filling his ear with the sounds of her slick, wet pleasure. "Poor silly human!"
"He needs to be
bathed
in need," hissed the fairy in his other ear. "We'll make him edge from here to next Saturday! Let's get that hand free!"
It was all Aaron could do to avoid showing his sudden relief. So the fairies were getting drunk on their dominance, just as they so often did in the tales. They thought he was further along in the brainwashing than he really was. He had a chance!
The cords binding him were impossibly tight and impossibly detailed, almost like a webbing. They ran smooth as silk over his legs, his arms, and even around his penis. He was truly, flawlessly trussed. But for all their art, fey could not control their own mindless urges.
He squirmed as the redheaded fairy flitted down and, giggling, started to loosen his bonds. She worked slow. Tortuously slow.
He blinked rapidly. As excited as he was, it was getting harder to keep his task in mind as the fairies in each of his ears began to whisper an endless mantra, each loudly stroking herself in time with her words. He shook and writhed, breathing heavily.
"Want to edge," cooed the blonde.
"Feels so nice," squeaked the brunette.
"Want to edge."
"Feels so nice."
The redhead slowly worked at the cords binding his hand, humming happily to herself. His heart was pounding with urgency. But he felt a growing need growing in him with every whisper. A need to touch. A need to obey. A need to... to edge...
A rapid-fire flashing overtook his vision, and he squeezed his eyes shut a moment too late. Spots danced before his eyelids as a strange sound went off.
Vriim.
Vriiim.
Vriiiim!
And just like that, their touches vanished. The lights faded. He opened his eyes, lights spinning before them. Spots flaring. It almost hurt a little bit "Ah?"
He felt tiny, tiny hands tickle his cheeks, and then the strange fruitcake simply... melted away. He could speak again. Aaron blinked a few times, trying to restore his sight.
"Are you okay?" whispered a squeaky voice in his ear.
He stared off into the darkness. "I.. think so?"
And she flew into his view. His savior was a fairy, like the others, though a big larger, maybe. She had a beehive hairdo, her hair a brilliant range of pastel greens, blues and pinks. Her wings beat behind her, bathing her in colors like a stained glass window. She wore a simple green dress, matching her eyes.
She giggled. "Ooh, hi, cute boy!" She clasped her hands behind her back, biting her lip. "Sorry, is it okay if I call you cute?"
He stared at her. Her manner of speech was so casual, so... contemporary, he almost wouldn't believe she was from the Courts at all, if not for those fluttering wings. And those brilliant emerald eyes. "Um... sure?"
"Okay!" She brightened. "I hope it's okay that I stopped them. They're such jerks!"
"How... how did you s-stop them?" Aaron tried to squirm slightly to look around, but the ropes brushed against his cock as he did so, making it twitch.
He noticed her eyes darted downward for a moment, and she rubbed her wrists, as if distracted. "Uh... uhh?"
"What happened to the... the other fairies?"
"Oh!" She seemed to shake herself slightly before giving a proud grin. "I trapped them in this!"
And she whipped out a gigantic spiral lollipop from behind her back. That lollipop definitely hadn't been there a second ago. It was sized for human use—meaning a bit shorter than her—and the spiral seemed to glow with a strange scarlet power. She ran a finger over it, then licked the finger and giggled. "I made it myself! It has all sorts of yummy herbs and stuff in it." She glanced over at him, eyelashes fluttering. "Wanna taste?"
"Um..." Aaron's mouth was watering. "Maybe later." Wait, weren't you not supposed to refuse fairies things? Maybe that rule was just for the normal-sized, really formal ones. The Court fairies. This little one didn't seem the easily-offended type. But just in case... He swallowed. "I mean.. if you want me to... want it..."
But she only giggled. "You're so sweet! Humans are
always
so sweet." She flew up and planted a little feathery series of kisses on his nose. "But you want what you want, cute boy!"
"M-my name is Aaro—"
Aaron was silenced by the lollipop at his lips.
"Shh! Don't tell me your name." Her eyes were wide. "The Fairy Queen might hear!"
"The..." Aaron kept his voice low. "The Fairy Queen? She's who trapped me here?"
"Yeah!" The little creature looked about urgently, wringing her hands around the handle of the lollipop. "So we gotta get you outta here, pronto! She'll be here
super
soon, and if she makes you cum three times..." She shook her head ruefully, though from her flushed cheeks, Aaron could tell she was more than a little turned on by the thought. She kept glancing downward to his pathetically bound manhood and biting her lip.
"So... you're gonna help me get free?" Aaron knew he was basically repeating what she was saying, but she kept waving around the spiral, and he was getting equal-parts confused and panicked by the suggestions she was making. Besides, he wanted to keep her on-task.
"If she makes you cum three times," she squeaked, "you'll be
hers
for good, trapped in this world forever! And that'd be super sad, 'cause you wanna be free, right?"
"Y... yes. I know the... the stories." The lollipop spun around. "Can you not, um... Miss..."
The lollipop stopped. She beamed at him. "Mab."
"Miss Mab..." He ignored her giggling, "... please don't spin that quite so much. And... thank you."
He tried to keep the tremble out of his voice.
Mab nodded dutifully and flew down, landing right atop his erect member. He tried not to twitch too much, but he couldn't control his manhood, and his manhood was very excited to see such a beautiful woman standing atop it—even in miniature. And so it grew even harder, and twitched, right on cue. Mab cooed over it, dropping to her knees and running her hands over it with wide eyes. "Gosh," she whispered, voice trembling just a little, "you sure are... big."
"Mab," he whispered, biting his lip to control his arousal and need, "please..."
Mab giggled and crawled along the cock, lollipop swung over her shoulder like a lumberjack's axe, until she came to the cords that bound it. She tested the netting, giving a squeaky little grunt as she felt how taut they were. "You're super hard," she complained. "Naughty boy!"
"I—I couldn't—"
Mab sighed, adjusting herself so she was basically straddling his shaft. "Getting so hard," she cooed at his cock. "You naughty, greedy thing!"
"M-Mab, it's not my—"
Mab looked up, as if she'd forgotten Aaron himself was there. Then she laughed, flying up and fixing him with a bright smile. "Silly boy," she cooed, "you hafta stay
quiet
, or more guards'll come!" She twirled the lollipop in her hands. "Bad enough that you let yourself get so big an' hard."
"But I—" Aaron was cut off as Mab slipped the lollipop right into his mouth. "Mm!" he protested.
"There! Good boy!" Mab fluttered back down. She winked. "
That
should keep your voice down while I get to work on you."
And so, helpless to do anything else, Aaron sucked at the lollipop and watched as Mab started the process of searching for an entrance point to get beneath the cords. Evidently, she wanted leverage. She sighed, running a hand over the rope by his head. "Is this uncomfortable?" she asked. "I mean, having these ropes on your... manhood? They seem awfully tight."
"Mm," he moaned, nodding. The lollipop tasted good, at least. A strange mix of strawberry and ginger, and incredibly sweet.
"I'll help you out of them, first, then!" she announced. She started running her hands over the rock, humming happily to herself.
"Mm?" Aaron swallowed, staring down at her. He wasn't sure how this was going to help. He longed to spit out the lollipop to advise her, as she seemed to be getting a bit distracted by her own obsession, but doing that could have dangerous consequences—first, it would hit the floor, and potentially loudly. Second, especially if it shattered, Mab might be upset with him. Fairies could be temperamental creatures.
"Boy, you really..." Mab groaned as she struggled to fit her legs beneath. She was basically lying belly-first now, arms and legs wrapped around his girth. "... really like makin' it
hard
on me, huh?"
His cock twitched at the mere question. She giggled. "Almost feel like I should be asking
you
that," she cooed, giving his glans a fond, delicate stroke. It predictably twitched again. "Ooh! He's got
lots
to say."
