Orgylandia

"There he is," Sam whispered into Ben's ear once she spotted the twink mage. They stood awkwardly at the front of the mage guild branch, a wooden building outfitted with a strange blue glow. Every wall, floorboard, and countertop were carved with deep runic inlays, each radiating magic.

This branch was in the inner district and was incredibly popular. Countless men and woman shuffled around the interior, talking to people about magical jobs or exploring possible solutions. There, interestingly enough, was no sex here, only business--though, that didn't stop people from dressing like sluts. Skimpy tank tops were apparently a mage's best friend, not over encumbered robes.

Ben traced Sam's pointed finger, finding a young man sitting in the corner alone, eating a meal. The table was sprawling with loose papers, each depicting runic graphs or summoning circle diagrams. He stared at the pages, occasionally marking mistakes or correcting partially correct areas.

"He's the youngest tutor for the local mage college," Sam explained. "Here in Orgylandia, sex is very popular, magical research not so much. But there's still need for mages, whether it be quests or commission work."

"Is that why Molly went out of the city for school?" Ben asked, referring to Sam's friend and the second woman he'd gone balls deep into since coming to this world. Molly had just returned from college, unexpectedly.

"Yeah, but she wasn't going for magic, but business. The city doesn't have a good business school, yet."

"I guess we should go introduce ourselves, then," Ben said, taking her hand. He pushed through the crowded room, Syrn following behind.

The mage was small. A few inches shorter than Syrn, the lad didn't so much as have a chin hair. He squinted at his work and pursed his lips in disbelief at some of the answers he was grading. He wore a long sleeve shirt and a checked vest. He was skinny but wore a brimmed wizard hat that extended wide double his waistline.

"Just how young is he?" Ben asked, getting better look.

"Twenty-one," Sam replied. "Why?"

He shook his head and came to a stop a foot away from the table. The mage didn't so much as look up, even when Ben cleared his throat. "If you want a grade change," he said coldly, "then send an official appeal to my office."

Ben recoiled from his tone but then thawed. The young man was obviously stressed, overworked, and likely underpaid. There was no doubt students begged him for grade changes, if Ben's own schooling was anything to go by.

"We're not students," he said. "But we are looking for someone to tutor us in magic."

Sam flicked her eyes toward her boss. "Us?" she mouthed. Ben smiled at her.

Only now did the mage look up. He had silky, dark, unkept hair and a frown that could freeze a running river. His eyes sparkled neon orange, and his ears ended in stunted tips. He was a half-elf, and a pretty one at that.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Can't you see that I'm busy?"

"I can, so I won't take up a lot of your time." Ben slid into the open seat across from him. "I'm new to this world and I want to learn magic. I've heard you're the man to talk to."

The mage searched Ben's eyes before looking him up and down. "You're 'new' to this world?"

"I sure am." He stuck out his hand. "Sex Ambassador Ben, at your service. I come from a world without magic, so I'm very interested to learn about magic."

The mage hesitantly shook his hand before eyeing Sam and Syrn. "I'm Grand Magi Arco. Are these your harem members?"

"They are--we'll sort of. I haven't officially made my harem, but I do have some prospecting members. This is Sam, my liaison, and Syrn, my servant." Ben then added something small, something to test the waters. "Aren't they cute?"

Arco tensed at the question, then glanced at Sam again. "Yeah, I guess."

"Good, good. Because I need to fill my harem somehow, and I given the suggestion of you."

"Me!?"

"Why not? You're the youngest tutor in the mage guild and on a fast track for professorship, right? Because of your age, you're unaffiliated with any noble house or ambassador harem. You're going to be swept up by one of them any time now, might as well be my start up harem."

"But you're--"

"A guy?" Ben inferred. "I saw you look at Sam and ignore Syrn. Don't worry, he like that." Alco made a face, Syrn did too, but the exact opposite of the mage. "Look, if you have reservations about joining a male-owned harem, don't. My harem will be different than the others. We'll be more like a group of friends than a political or sexual team. Sure, we might have sex or even orgies, but no one is required to come to them. Hell, no one is required to do anything they don't want to do."

"And you can leave any time," Sam quickly added. They hadn't discussed that detail, but Ben found himself agreeing.

"Do other harems not allow people to leave?" he asked.

"Some, yes," she answered. "Some make you sign contracts or magically bind you to the owner."

Ben's eyebrows furled. "Yeah, I don't like that. We're not doing that."

The mage looked between them like they were crazy. "I'm not gay."

"I'm not either," Ben quickly said. "In fact, I don't think any of us." Sam and Syrn shook their heads, agreeing. "Again, Alco, my harem will not be like that. We'll be friends that try to push each other up, not a questionable business that uses their members for the goals of the owner."

The mage still wasn't sure.

"How about this," Ben suggested. "Me and you hang out one evening just the two of us. No sex at all. Just two guys becoming friends--heck, I could use a friend. Didn't have many back in my world and while I'm meeting plenty of new people here, I can understand if some of them only see me as a piece of meat to fuck. If you want to join my harem after, then great. If not, then no harm done."

Alco regarded him like he was stupid. "Why would I ever agree to that? At least the other harems have something to offer me. Your group sounds like the manipulative one."

Ben shrugged. "And you'll never know if those harems invited you because of your accomplishments or because they like who you are."

"And you're not here because of my accomplishments?"

"Sort of. While it is true I only found out about you because I was interested in learning magic, that won't be why you'd be allowed to join my harem. See, I have a test that every member will have to go through. Me and the potential member go on a 'date,' or in your case, a friendly hang out. If I approve of them, then they get voted on by the other harem members. If even one of them disagrees with the member joining, then they're not joining. Again, my harem is going to be different. I don't want politics or jealousy. We're all going to be friends, people we can explicitly trust and love."

"Love," Alco echoed, something dark stirring behind his eyes.

"Look, if you're not interested, I'd still love to hire you for magic tutoring."

The mage looked up. "Your world doesn't have any magic?"

"None at all."

Alco conceded that was interesting. "Fine, I'll tutor you. But you're paying."

"Of course. How much, just tell me and I'll send you the money."

The mage studied him, really truly studied him. "You're being serious."

"Yeah? Did you not think I was at the start."

"I thought you were trying to smooth talk me into joining your harem."

Ben sighed. "You know what? Obviously, there's a point of contention here. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought up the harem thing. You're right, and I can see where you might think I'm being manipulative. Just... forget about the membership offer. Let's stick to a professional relationship."

"Wait..." the word came out of Alco's mouth before he thought about it. He glanced at Sam, blushing a little.

"Wait?"

"I'm not adverse to your harem, but I'll have to see how the inner mechanics of your membership approval process goes first."

Ben quirked an eyebrow. "Oh. Well, I've got a few people already lined up. How about this, next week we'll start our magic lessons, and I'll bring everyone in my harem. You can talk to each of them, alone, and ask any questions about me, the others, and what the harem requires of them. I'm sure you'll see I'm being honest after that."

"...and I can use a truth detection spell?" Alco asked.

"Is that a thing? Oh, well, sure. Whatever you need to do."

"And I can always just walk away?" He received nods from the trio. "I can live with that then."

***

"What do we do now?" Ben asked. "We're done with everything until tonight with the princess."

The group was walking through the city, slowly. They didn't have any places to be and had hours until they had to get ready. They could eat lunch, but they just had brunch.

"We could go sightseeing," Sam suggested. "Or shopping."

"Sir, we should visit the apothecary I know," Syrn said.

"Oh, right. I completely forgot. Lead the way." They started off toward the middle district. "How do you know an apothecary?"

Syrn glanced up before bashfully looking at the ground. "She used to be my mistress before I got a job at the castle."

"Oh, really now? What kind of stuff did she do to you?" Sam asked, nudging him with her elbow.

"Come on you perv." Ben gave her a scowl. "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to."

"It's okay," Syrn meekly muttered. "She used to test potions on me."

"She what now?"

"She would brew a batch of potions, then order me to drink them."

"What kind of potions?"

"Magical ones, like potion of blood flow for sustained erections or potions of sensitive nipples... She would then test out the potency of them by, for example, tying me to the wall and putting a toy on my... well, you know."

"A toy?"

"A self masterbater. It would jerk me off and she'd continued to work, brewing more potions and what not, while I provide useful data."

Ben frowned. "Now we know where your 'ignored' fetish comes from."

"Poor guy," Sam said, warping an arm around him in a hug. "She sounds like a bitch! You're a great fuck, too! She was missing out."

Syrn quietly said, "Oh, no. She also fucked me. Just... after the data was collected."

They found the apothecary shop soon after. It looked like any other shop in the area: a wooden façade, a glass window, and a few products on display with a sign explaining what they did and their price. Ben pushed open the door, but paused.

"You don't have to come in, if you don't want to, Syrn."

He shuffled on his feet, his hands delicately pressed together. "I want to see her again."

"Okay, but remember: she's not your mistress anymore. I am. Or well, your master."

The lad nodded, his eyes wide.

Ben pushed the door open and was instantly assaulted by a putrid, sulfur smell. He snapped his fingers to his nose, pinching. Sam did the same, but Syrn did not. Instead he stepped past, heading furter into the show room.

"The smell is an anti-theft measure," Syrn explained. "Most thieves aren't from the area, meaning they've never been inside the store before. So, when they come to rob it, the smell throws them off. Works surprisingly well."

Ben followed deeper, finding the smell to disappear. Instead, pine wafted through the air. "What about paying guests?"

The lad shrugs. "The regular clients all know about the smell."

The shop was, well, a shop. Nothing special, nothing unique. Jars and vials sat behind a glass counter, and the walls were lined with reagents and ingredients. Some were tied up and dying, others bubbled in thick, oily bowls.

Syrn stepped up to the counter and tapped a bell. A ring echoed out, quickly followed by a "cooooming!" A few moments later, a middle-aged woman emerged from the back room.

She was tall and had great assets, but her frame was hidden away behind a stained apron. She eyed Ben and Sam before her eyes fell on her former potion-tester.

"Syrn! My lovely! What are you doing here!?" the woman bellowed, stepping from behind the counter and wrapping him in a hug. She purposefully rubbed her massive rack into her face, pushing his head deep into her cleavage

"Hi--Mistress Zenni," he eeped out.

Ben and Sam shared a glance, each frowning.

The woman's, Zenni, hand slowly inched down Syrn's chest and belt. She rubbed his cock through his pants, causing him to straighten his spine and push away. If looks could kill, the affronted glare she gave him would have stopped his heart.

"Now that's something I thought I'd see. Little Syrn standing up for himself." Zenni leaned against the counter, but stared at him with evil, satanic eyes. "But we'll see. Take your close off."

When Syrn didn't move, she added, "Now." The word came out quietly, but rife with anger. "Did the castle scramble your hearing? I said take off your clothes, now."

Syrn stood awkwardly, shifting his weight between his feet. He didn't want to, he really didn't want to.

Ben took a step between his servant and the woman. "Yeah, no. This, whatever this is, is not what you think. I had business with you, and Syrn suggested you. But from this little interaction, we'll be leaving." With that, he grabbed Syrn's hand and nodded to the door. Sam gladly followed.

They were part way down the street before the woman burst from her door and yelled, "Wait! Come back! What business did you have!?"

Ben ignored her and trudged forward. At some point Sam slipped her hand into Syrn's free one,

When Ben eventually stopped, he was fuming. His lips curled into a snarl, and his hands shook with rage. "What kind of bitch does that? What a fucking cunt!"

Sam nodded in agreement. "Classic super-cunt, yup."

Syrn looked at the ground. "I don't know, she wasn't too demanding."

Ben recoiled. "Did you want to take your clothes off?"

"No but--"

"And she pushed for it anyways, so she's a super-cunt!"

"Also," Sam added, "her prices were outrageous. Thirteen gold for a love potion? Highway robbery."

Ben scoffed, swallowed his anger and said, "Syrn look at me. That wasn't okay, and you need to understand that. You didn't want to do what she ordered, and that is okay. You have every right, just like you have every right to tell me or Sam to fuck off if we tell you to do something you don't want to do."

He startled from the frankness but nodded. "Thank you," he muttered.

"Good. Now, then. Where can we go to let off some steam?" Ben asked, thinking of what he used to do on Earth to releve stress--work out. His apartment had a gym, and pumping iron always did him wonders.

"We can go back to the Royal Holes," Sam suggested. "That, or the public sex-execution are today. Those are always fun."

"What? No, I meant--" Ben froze, his mind catching up. "What is a sex-execution?"

"It's where the criminals can, instead of doing time in a prison, release the frustrations of the people."

Syrn added, "Open public sex for criminals. Like the Royal Holes, but no entry fee needed."

"It's a little more involved," Sam said. "Because why do we need the Royal Holes if those perverts can just go fuck criminals. No, the difference is the humiliation."

Ben quirked an eyebrow but understood what she meant. The Royal Holes, and in turn all other gloryholes across the city, were services. People worked there, paid to fuck, and left satisfied. A public sex-execution was supposed to be degrading. It was punishment instead of something that brought pride.

"It's consensual?" Ben asked.

"Totally. Criminals get the option to expunge their records. If they don't want to, they wouldn't agree."

There was some gray area here, he noticed. But then again, everyone was an adult here... and it was kind of hot, when he thought more about it. He pursed his lips and told them to lead the way.

The sex-executions only happened once a week. Crime wasn't very abundant around here, and it took an entire week to fill the pillories. And unfortunately for Ben, it was crowded. Everyone in town wanted to shove themselves deep into the thief that stole from them or the white-collar politician that got caught embezzling.

Woman and men stood with their heads and arms locked in place inside a wooden pillory. A crowd formed around them, spitting and calling them names. A line formed behind them, and people took turns fucking the criminal. Black lines marked their asses, one stroke mark for each time someone had come in them. All tallied up, the most marks one person had was in the hundreds.

"Eh," Ben said, not really feeling it. The Royal Holes were much more interesting, as far as he thought. Sure, he had to pay to get in, but he also got to learn a little about the people he was fucking. Each had a picture of who they were as well as what they liked, such as hair pulling or deep creampies. Here, at the sex-executions, were no such things. Just raw, rough, sex.

Ben was ready to head to the Royal Holes when he saw a familiar sexy body and spade tail. "Is that Night?"

Sam stood on her tippy toes to see the gray-skinned succubus. "Huh. She must've gotten arrested after she left last night."

Ben bit his bottom lip. Night was hot as hell and fun to be around. But here she was, being punished. "Maybe I can talk to the guard? Do you think Emberr would set her free if I asked?"

"Maybe. But be--"

Syrn interrupted and asked, "Are you sure she doesn't want to be up there?"

"You think Night wants to be locked in place and publicly fucked?"

"Maybe. She seemed to have a public group kink."

Ben drummed his fingers on his chest. "Well, I suppose we could ask her." He pushed through the crow, by passing people opening jerking off or fucking. There weren't as many naked people here than around the castle, but there were sure a lot.

He approached the succubus, her lead limp and her hair down. She was getting cucked by a portly greasy fellow, one that yanked her hips into his cock with reckless abandonment. But, when she shifted, Ben saw her face. Covered in come and spit, Night was having the time of her life. She growled with every thrust, thrusting back just as hard. She was bright red in the face, her grayness practically nonexistent. Her lips were curled into a depraved smile, and her eyes shone ferocious focus.

"Seems like you're having fun," Ben said, crouching in front of her face. His head was lower than hers, but from the way she was locked, she could only look down.

"Ben!" she exclaimed. Behind her, the guy fucking her grunted at her suddenly tightening pussy, cumming deep. She melted from the sudden pleasure, her knees struggling to stay up. The man let go of her hips, marked her tally, and another quickly filled his place.

"Hi there," he said. "So, you got arrested?"

Night valiantly shook her head. "Not really. I purrrr--" The next in line shoved her magical cock into her ass. Night tried again, "I purposefully get arrested every week so I can join the sex-exactions. Beeeessst day of the week for me!"

Ben leaned up a little and put his lips close to hers. She tried to reach and take them with her own, but the wooden guard stopped her from moving. He then smirked. "You know what, this does seem kind of fun. Especially if you personally know one of the criminals."

"Oh, you bastard."

He shrugged. "I've been called worse." He stood up and unzipped his pants. "Are we still on for our date?"

She craned her neck up as much as possible. "Wouldn't miss it."

Ben unveiled his massive cock. It was rock hard. "Good. Now suck me off, criminal slut."

She took him with her lips, her mouth stretching wide. But as most who've been with a succubus knows, their bodies evolved to have sex. Her mouth shifted slightly, perfectly fitting it in smooth. He slowly pushed forward, and his cock easily slipped deep into her throat. In just a second, her nose pressed into his loosely trimmed bush, tickling somewhat as he wiggled his hips. Then he pulled out quick.