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Happy No Nut Novermber (An Enchantress Story)

The enchantress grasps her struggling her by the wrist and pulls him into the dungeon, where he is strapped to the padded rack. His wrists cuffed to the board above his head, his legs forced wide apart by chains around his ankles, and for an extra touch of helplessness his meaty, muscular thighs are bound in silver clasps. He is utterly trapped.

Enchantress: Hero… despite your rebellious nature as a student of mine I have managed to teach you many lessons of sex education.Today, however, you will assist me on some sexual… experimenting.

Hero: I don’t consent to this science.

Enchantress: No worries, your consent isn’t necessary.

The enchantress gives a smug grin and presses her face close to his. He can smell her perfume, and see the opulence that is her eyes. His resolve to fight her falters against her domineering might. He grows erect.

For a moment kindness from her soul shines from her eyes.

She lays a kiss on his forehead and whispers…

Enchantress: This will be scary, but I won’t let you be harmed…

She winks and gets to “work.” She wraps her hand around his cock and holds it close to her lips. She whispers an incantation, and the hero can feel the magic trickle down his cock…

She begins to massage it with one hand, her other grasping his balls. She smirks at his discomfort.

Enchantress: This will be a loooong~ while, hero. Please try and relax.

Against the enchantress’s experienced skill and talent there is no relaxing possible, and she knows this. Her fingers press beneath his tip, as though propping up a tulip so it faced the afternoon sun, and gives the tiniest squeezes all while tickling, then fondling, then tickling again his balls and shaft.

It is agony. Ten minutes of steady agony before she begins to apply more pressure…

Enchantress: I’m merciful tonight… You’ll get to cum soon… in half an hour…

Ten minutes of slow and gentle stroking. The hero bites his lip and shivers.

Ten minutes of tightening her grip and bouncing. The hero gives such sweet, delicious moans.

Finally, ten minutes of careful, dedicated strokes. The hero’s cries are like desperate surrenders.

Finally he..

He…?

Hero: Wha- what’s happening?

He looks down. It is all the desperation and passion of a climax. All of the passion and moaning and his hips desperately bucking against his clasps.

But there is no release, no cum squirting from his cock, no relief and no climactic pleasure.

He feels, somehow, the cum that has been building up in his tight balls, that should be shooting out of his cock, instead swirling around… increasing… as though climbing up the shaft, only to come back into his balls…

And the enchantress’s smug grin grows into a sadistic leer, full of glee and lust…

The “climax” ends and his body settles… but the cum that has built up in his balls has not subsided, and his urge for orgasm has not been settled. In fact it feels as though his “orgasm” has somehow tightened his balls with more cum inside than before. Locked in, unreleased…

Hero: What…what is this-?

Enchantress: You can say that I’ve reached into the cosmic dictionary, hero, and changed the definition of your orgasm as I wish.

Hero: I… I haven’t cum…

Enchantress: Indeed… your orgasm should have been your release… But from now on it is nothing of the sort. Your balls still make precious cum, but it no longer has anywhere to exit… 

She gives his balls a small squeeze, satisfied by how they feel much fuller. Like the grapes on a vinyard, kept full by bending their stems but full and firm of juice.

Enchantress: Did you think the torture I had in store was simple teasing and denial? Oh no… I’ve changed the game…

Hero: No… wait…

Enchantress: There is no need to deny… You may “climax” as much as you like. This is not just an experiment on sex… I’ve altered the biology… No. The physics of sex itself!

Hero: No, wait, please don’t-!

The enchantress mounts the hero. His cock, never releasing its seed, remained erect and desperate.

She laughs as she bounces on him, thoroughly enjoying herself.

It is not purely one sided… The beginning and middle are the same. Both she and the hero share the ride… The excitement… The lip biting build up…

But when they climax it is she who feels the rapture and release, and his is a climax of yet more tension… More frustration… Cum that climbs his shaft but returns to his balls…

The cork doesn’t pop from the champagne bottle. The wine will not pour.

More and more cum in his balls, swelling them..

Hero: Argh… What is this..

Enchantress: Oh~ Is it tight, hero?

She unmounts and feels his erection. Moist, but not even a drop of precum. And his balls…

They do not comically inflate, magic or not, but they are bigger now… Perhaps, however, depending on how long she decides to keep him so…

Hero: Please… I can’t take anymore… They can’t become much fuller!

Enchantress: Shhh… do not doubt my work… You will become so full, so frustrated, and so tense… Your body will eternally demand orgasm after orgasm all for a release that will never come…

And with that she begins again with her fingers…

It is faster this time… Despite her teasing and care his body is so teased, so desperate for release he “climaxes” in less than ten minutes…

The cum swirls in his tight, growing balls, all cupped in her hands…

After that, eight minutes…

Four minutes…

Three…

Hero: Urgh… No… It’s too much…

Enchantress: Does it hurt, hero?

Hero: They might pop…

Enchantress: Don’t be silly. Does it hurt hero?

There is no pain. Only desperation… Only the never ending pleasure of tease… of forever leaping into a river to end up on dry land again, inches from the water… Of biting into a fruit but never breaking through the peel, only able to smell its sweet flesh and never taste…

Hero: The… the cum…

Enchantress: That’s right, hero… It’s not just that it isn’t cumming… It’s multiplying… to use a foregin term, Newton’s laws be damned. The orgasm of so much cum would make for an hour long orgasm, hero.

Hero: Please…

Enchantress: And I’ll never let you have it… It’ll build up and build and build… and you’ll climax and climax and climax… But even though I will be having the time of my life riding atop of you, you…

She kisses his desperate face and whispers in his ears…

Enchantress: …will forever be in hell…

........I love crawling on top of you, not to “just fuck you” in some rushed gotta-have-you way, but more to shimmy my hips and squirm around as I sheepishly look down at you, my fingers playing with your nipples as our eyes lock..........I love the way you expect me to raise up and run the tip of your cock along my slit, coating it with my silky juices, but instead I tweak and pull at your nipples, running my fingertips over your chest as you watch..........your hands gravitate to my thighs and hips, using your strength to lift me but my legs are strong and my will to tease you even stronger........clasping our hands together, I lean forward, pinning your arms over your head as my big breasts fall softly near your face........shifting, I taunt your mouth with my nipples, grazing them back and forth over your lips as your mouth opens and tongue darts over them, desperate to suck.......slowly lifting my hips, our hands still locked, my nipple slips into your mouth as I simultaneously move and your cock squeezes inside my hole ~ mmmmmmmm the low growl coming from your mouth reverberates off my nipple as my hips begin their assault........

Do you still have the Riley Reid prison caption that was one of my faves😍

I know you're hurting and so very desperate, but do try and enjoy yourself puppy. One day very soon you'll dearly miss the days when I would tease and torment your cock like this; how I like to dig my nails in and rub the head with my palm as you scream and cry from the painful orgasms being forced out over and over against your will.

Because one day very soon you'll find yourself back in the cage after one of our lovely sessions, only this time there'll be no release date, no unlocks for torture and no hope that your cock might be allowed to feel anything less than absolute frustration as I make you into my blue-balled chastity slave permanently.

These really are the best days of your life... now hold still, I want to squeeze a few more dry orgasms out of you before we finish for the day.