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Hero: . . . I've killed people using my thighs, and I've had truly horrible things done to me via thighs. So I'm actually kind of glad Enchy only knows how to do headscissors. It can get so much worse.

Enchantress: SNEAK ATTACK! LEG DROP!

Hero: No mo NO N-!

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Enchantress: So seemingly celibate... So "above" the sexual draws that we mere mortals are driven by... But now, hero, i will force you to start at this enchanted spiral. Its dark magic touches the parts of your brain that physically force you to be aroused... you will be forced to beat whether you want to or not!

*The enchantress forces the hero to sit and star at the spiral conjuration. At once he is seized by an arousal too potent to resist. His hands move on their own!*

Hero: Urgh! D-Damn you-!

Enchantress: Whoa, hold on for just a second.

*The enchantress snatches his hands before they can begin. She puts a bowl of butter and egg yolks on his lap, and puts a wisk in his dominant hand. The hero's horny hands begin to jerk the whisk intensely. He stares perplexed at the enchantress, who is wrapping an apron around his body.*

Enchantress: My electric mixer broke.

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Enchantress: Orgasm "denial"?

Enchantress: Wrong! Cum NOW! Cum NOW! Cum NOW!

Hero: Ragh! Oh! Ahhhh

Enchantress: Life is short and horrible, no time to hold back! Turn into a uncontrollable fountain of pleasure NOW!

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The enchantress, one hand on her hip and another grasping the leash, looked down at her captured and naked lover: the hero of whom should have defeated her. An uncharacteristic frown, a thought in her mind.

"Love is a cage you willingly enter." She had read so in many books. She had wise and trusted acquaintances who agreed. She had experiences that seemed to confirm so.

And, as defeated and submissive as he may seem, at times the enchantress believes even the hero was a believer. That, despite what should be obvious to any who could see the two, he too believed he had in some way won. That her love for him meant he had... had conquered her.

Could the enchantress deny that she had changed since she accepted her feelings? Could she ignore the reality that her love had blinded her? Binded her? Limited her fury and wrath?

Enchantress: . . . I do not accept it.

The gagged hero's brow furrows, not understanding. The enchantress presses his body down with her knees, the leash growing taut as she gently pulled at his collar. She slides her gown off from her shoulders and whispers:

Enchantress: You are defeated by ME.

She bends down, her eyes inches from his face. Her lips threatening to close the distance from his.

Enchantress: I am in love. And because so, you are defeated. I use my love of you to defeat you. To capture you.

She is less than an inch from him now, her eyes wide with want.

Enchantress: I cannot live without you... and that is my victory...

She descends upon his whole being with a passion that smothers and devours. The difference between sex and conquest blurred, a love that resembles less an arrow from cupid and more a hail of bullets. If the lips that kiss can also bite. If the union of cock and cunt was the prey in predator's clutch.

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The Enchantress: Cloud Cage

Hero: We must band together to destroy the False Heaven cloud that has entranced and imprisoned an entire village! Inhaling the vaporous gift of this cloud invites the victim to stay in the cloud, with a powerful wave of pleasure as its persuasion and happiness as its reward. It activates unpleasant chills to anyone who even thinks about leaving, and soon the urge to exit is trained out of them all.

Knight: Sounds heinous!

Hero: Fortunately, inhaling the vapors gives the victims all the nutrients they need, and keeps them alive for as long as a hundred years. We have plenty of time to plan our attack.

Knight: . . . It keeps its victims in perpetual pleasure... and alive for decades?

Hero: Yes! And worse of all, the sheer pleasure of the orgasmic cloud tugs and pulls away all of the thoughts of its victims. Fight as you might, the human mind simply can't win the tug of war, and you lose your thoughts one by one by one by one...

Knight: . . . I . . . I will go see this cloud to... to see for myself its cruelty...

The knight, and indeed all of the mob that the hero has assembled leave the room to find this horrible False Heaven. Days later they will all be found in its inescapable center, their attempts to escape feeble and perhaps even disingenuine. Each of their thoughts pulled out, as unable to retain a single bit of resistance as a man is able to withold their cum mid orgasm...

Chuckling, the "hero" decloaks into her true form.

Enchantress: More worshippers for a new Gaseous Goddess.

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Though the enchantress had successfully captured and bound the hero in many myriad of ropes. chains, cuffs, collars and other bindings, she had left him unattended for many hours. The hero, through grit and determination, managed to slowly undo all of the fastenings, untie himself, and was inches from freedom.

After almost an entire day of work the final handcuff fell to the ground.

Hero: I'm free!

Before he could take a step outside of the palace, however, a spell activated in his ear.

Spell: Go back.

The hero's body turned around and, despite his struggling to regain control, went back into his dungeon.

Spell: Tie yourself back up.

The hero began to skillfully tie up his own arms and legs with somehow even more dexterity than he needed to escape in the first place.

Spell: Enjoy it~

As the hero lost more and more of his physical freedom by his own hands, he found he couldn't resist feeling such pleasure at his own binding... the tightening and stiffening of his body as he pulled his own ropes taught...

Spell: Wrap yourself up~

The hero, thoroughly tied up now, lay himself down in the sticky bandages... He struggled and squirmed to resist the spell, but it only made him worse as the bandages stuck to his clothes and ropes...

Spell: Don't resist...

Slowly the hero felt his own struggles stalling, his fiery resistance cooling to a simmer, though the humiliation remained... as well as the tightening and pleasurable sensation in his wrapped up loins... He slowly rolled around the webbings, barely even fighting as the wrappings tightened around his body, undoing a whole day's worth of escape.

Spell: Love it~

The hero lay on the dungeon floor, as trapped as when the enchantress first put him in the room, wrapped up and tied up. Going nowhere. Aroused, humiliated, and loving every moment of it.

Spell: Good boy.

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Hero: All of you followers of the, er "Goddess" Enchantress must follow me of you want to live. I've set up explosives that will destroy this temple.

*As the devoted and almost mindless worshippers follow the hero out of the doomed false temple, one of the younger lady worshippers whispers in the hero's ears...*

Worshipper: Oh hero, you must help me... I don't want to be a worshipper of the mighty enchantress... I'm tired of the service, the edging and teasing... but i lack the will to leave... please! You must deprogram me from the enchantress's hands!

Hero: That is not my specialty, but I can try... surely i can instill free will within you...

*weeks later, the almost thoroughly converted and overpowered hero bows before the enchantress, kissing her feet in absolute submission. The worshipper, whom he tried to deprogram but was instead seduced into the fold by, wraps her arms around him and edges his cock from behind...*

Enchantress: Convince one of my followers to leave me? You? That's too funny, little "hero."

The hero can say nothing, the last of his agnosticism and free will powerless to separate his lips from his goddess's boot.

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Princess: Father has trusted me enough as an adult to travel to and stay at our private island without family or staff to watch over me. For eight days of respite.

Hero: That sounds wonderful. I'm happy to hear it. Will you be alright all alone?

Princess: I will not be alone. I've privately hired a hand of fierce and loyal guards to serve and protect me during my stay. Almost entirely women, so no need to be jealous and follow me in secret, hero.

Hero: Jealousy? Moi? Surely you jest.

Princess: Good. After all, surrounded by so many fierce, strong, and competent servants, i daresay if you DID end up on the island with me it would be an unfair, inequal balance of power. Why, you would be totally and helplessly at my mercy for the entire trip.

*She smirks at the hero, who feigns disinterest. Yet he shudders beneath her naughty stare*

Princess: So indeed, please don't sneak aboard my caravel tomorrow. Please don't try to spy on me on the island. If you do my guards (likely strong ladies) might catch you. And if that happens, as much as i adore you, i will not be able to stop myself from... taking every advantage... with no way for you to escape.

*She leans close and breathes in his scent, hardly holding back her hunger for him. He himself can only whimper...

The following morning the princess is sent asail to the secured private island on a caravel, surrounded by a fleet of the king's armed guards. One of the men mysteriously turns his face from her at all times, as though fleeing her sight. The princess smiles, almost flush with joy. She clutches the hems of her gown in excitement.

With the island coming into view the naughty princess begins to plan out the activities for her next few days. Respite. Exercise. And merciless domination. She struggles to stay calm thinking of that last bit.

[Something of a teaser for a short i have planned]

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Orgasms should come in flavors like skittles

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*Sternly grinding her heel above the chained, kneeling hero's head in front of an audience of powerful women*

Enchantress: Deep down in every man there is a part off him which would rather swing around a sword and go off on a quest than be their mistress's obedient, happy puppy. As a mistress it is your duty to utterly defeat that part of him.

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The Enchantress: Hands Inescapable

The hero sits, chained and groaning, his wrists and hands bound up in gold chains behind his back feeling raw from struggling for hours. The enchantress sits behind him, one hand roughly grabbing his hair, the other (of course) gently stroking his cock.

She effortlessly handles the struggling man, pleasing him against his will. Even worse, arguably, she whispers into his ear.

Enchantress: You are afraid of my hands, aren't you? You know the places they take you... You have learned to fear their service more than any torture...

In his time the valiant hero has experienced horrible agony without a scream, without a single word. An unbreaking statue.

With one squeeze of the tip of his cock the hero squeals like a baby pig.

Enchantress: No struggling will save you... No resistance or heroic will power will stand against me... The only limit to my unbearable power is the length of my hand.

Hero: N-no....

Enchantress: My power grows, hero, despite your years of fighting me... Of trying to prevent my reign increasing... Can you picture the future, hero? When my power has reached its peak... Miles away from my palace, in a random town, wherever you are, one day you find that everyone around you begins to convulse and groan and moan... My magic hands pleasuring everyone around you against their wills... And there is nothing you can do to save them... Nothing you can do to stop my hands...

The hero shakes as the enchantress lets go of his hair, her hand sliding down to join the other in bullying~teasing~wooorking his cock. The slim fingers more skilled than any mortal, invoking pleasure that should not be possible. Every light squeeze somehow affecting his entire body, heightening his pulse. Every light stroke of her finger slightly ticklish in just the right way to drive him insane. Her palm pressing under his balls, slowly revolving left and right, swaying his whole world. None of his skills, experiences, or will power stands a chance.

As he approaches an unstoppable orgasm the hero is horrified to see the enchantress walking away from him, her hands visibly retreating... And yet he feels them still...

The enchantress smirks as the hero begins to orgasm slow and tortuously, his groans turning to shocked screams of pleasure.

Enchantress: I lied, hero. I've already been that powerful since we've met~ You were doomed to lose from very beginning!

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The Enchantress: Desires Given

A stone temple of three stories, and a side by side door entrance as tall to match. The seem between the two stone slab doors sealed by magic, unable to be opened. A beast most fierce stands before the hero, the guardian of this holy shrine; a steel lion construction as tall as four men, more armour and fangs then flesh.

Beast: A creature wishes to enter the temple of the Goddess of yearning to receive the blessing from her priestess. Only a man who knows true yearning can ever enter these doors.

The beast sniffs the hero, and stares through him with its horrible gaze.

Beast: Surrender your deepest desires. If the desire you profess is a lie or too shallow, you shall be devoured. But beware! Any desire you surrender here today... shall belong to the priestess forever, never to be fulfilled.

Beast: . . . Traveller with sword and tools, heed this personal warning! I know who you are, I know of your life. Can a man who receives such pleasure every day, from two of the worlds' most wonderful lovers, truly possess a desire deep enough unfulfilled?

The hero does not shy away. Staring into the creature's eyes, small tears streaming down his eyes, he whispers and surrenders a deepest desire.

Hero: Guardian... The princess... I want nothing more than to go buy groceries with her. I want to wash clothes, cook vegetables, and clean a house that we share. I just want to live with her. Normally.

The creature's eyes narrow as it judges the desire. It answers.

Beast: . . . and now you will never have it.

There is no sensation, no tingling in his bones nor electricity coursing through his body. And yet the hero knows that fate has twisted and changed, and the lovely life he has always wanted will never be. In return, the stone doors open... only half way. Not enough to allow him entry.

The hero sighs.

Hero: Fine! I also want to hump the enchantress's thighs like a damn dog, okay?

The beast raises an eyebrow, and accepts the desire. The door swings open fully.

The hero, who has sacrificed two of his deepest desires, enters the temple, where he joins a queue as long as an entire town. For days he waits with no break for food to receive a blessing from the mighty, and powerful priestess. Holy magic radiates through her as she gifts the hero his blessing.

The hero leaves the temple. A few days later he faces a powerful arch-fiend tyrant who torments a country to the east. Using the goddess's blessing he easily destroys the powerful tormentor, freeing the land of its reign.

*** *** ***

The entrance of the hero's tent swings open one night, the tent illuminating with her glow. After the hero's eyes adjust to the light the hero notices the bruises all over the enchantress's skin. Her hair has patches of singe, as though she had been blasted recently by holy light, her main weakness. Her gown is burnt and ripped.

The angry enchantress crawls down to the sleepy hero's level, her glaring face inches from his own. Then she takes one of his hands and places something warm and glowing in it.

Hero: Enchy... this is...

Enchantress: By the devils and demons, by my powers above all... you WILL one day hump my god damn thighs like a horrible little puppy.

Hero: Oh no... did you fight that powerful priestess for m-?

Enchantress: But I'm not letting you do it tonight. I'm angry at you. You MUST be punished.

Suddenly, the hero feels the glowing ball of desire in his hands grow... and grow... and grow until it is as large as a water melon... And then it enters through his skin into his soul.

He cannot control himself. His resistance breaks as fragile as dried leaves beneath a brick, and he feels himself crawling on all fours. He struggles but can't stop.

Hero: B...b-bark! Bark! Bark Bark Bark!

The enchantress stands before him, his neck craning up to keep watching her from below, mesmerized. She raises the hem of her gown, revealing her bare glowing thighs.

The hero's desires, bloated to unfathomable levels, take over. He crawls toward her thighs, but the enchantress flicks her fingers. The hero cannot raise her hands... The hero cannot approach. He can only bark, inches away from her muscular thighs, unable to touch... unable to lick... only stare and smell...

Enchantress: Good boy... You can look... You can yearn... yeaaaarn.

She strokes her inner thighs sensually and the puppy hero is helpless to do anything.

Enchantress: Look... Don't touch... For the rest of the night...

Hero: *Whining* Baaark! BARK! BARK~

The hero whines and groans and barks, but can do nothing. Desperate and unable to do a thing he loses all control and breaks, and begins to hump his own hands. The enchantress smiles in pleasure watching her pathetic hero break down and hump himself before her, for the entire night.

*** *** ***

In the morning sun, within the tent, the hero lays exhausted mentally and physically on the tent floor, now covered in his own cum. The enchantress did not release him for the entire night, not satisfied until he fucked himself silly before her for hours.

Hero: Oh... fuck...

The enchantress smiles. With one comforting hand upon his cheek, the hero falls to sleep. This has all been worth the battle against the powerful guardian, and the even more nightmarish priestess.

Then she takes out from her pouch: another desire wrested from the grip of the priestess. She gently places it against the hero's chest, letting it seep into his skin.

The hero dreams of an ordinary day, in an ordinary life, buying groceries at the market with his beloved princess. He sleeps soundly for the first time in a long time.

Satisfied, the enchantress leaves.

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Enchantress: No no no, only the top half of the strap-on sucks your soul into it. The bottom half, as in the testicles, are full of actual enchanted cum, which gets pumped INTO the top half every time I hip thrust. Essentially, when I use this strap on on somebody, every thrust I make squeezes the cum through you first, and then into my lover, effectively allowing me to fuck two people at once.

Hero: Can't you just create world destroying weapons or something?

Enchantress: No. Bend over, this thing can't suck your soul long range.

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The Enchantress: Toll Paths

The hero has an expression of utter bemusement as he stares at the giant entry to the cave before him. Glowing, obviously enchanted signs cover the path pointing to the cave.

"Fun shortcut cave!"

"Fascinating! Beautiful! Romantic! Wonderful cave!"

"Easy to travel! No Dangers!"

"Come inside cave! Definitely NOT filled with cum devouring Living Fleshlight and Dildo Monsters! (Do not bring weapons)!"

"FIVE GOLD COIN ENTRY FEE"

Suddenly, the hero is grabbed by the arm by the enchantress, who cheerfully holds a coin pouch with ten gold coins.

Enchantress: Oh, how wonderful! Let's take this shortcut!

Hero: Wha- No no no no!!!

As he is dragged into the cave where this is no escape two local brutes watch, shaking their heads.

Brute: Damn lucky hero needs to get dragged into places we commoners could never afford to be in our wildest dreams.

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The Enchantress: Leaking Info

The Queen of an empire of wine and excess sits upon a throne in a manner expressing no respect for decorum or the kingdom’s royal history. Her legs sit crossed, her heels upon a kneeling pale skin elf, a civil servant of a now-conquered country. Her head lays supported by her fist, elbow propped against the throne’s arm.

A servant wobbles toward the throne, all too giddly and in a manner that would have earned beheading in a less celebratory time. The queen of excess pretends not to notice her insobriety.

Servant: The captured mercenary has given us more information of our enemy. We now know how many squadrons guard their walls! Our scouts have verified the numbers!

The queen gives a chuckle and a sip from her goblet. One of her heels slides down the pale elf’s spine. The poor foot stool grits his teeth, shuddering in fear.

Queen: So, the faucet of information has finally loosened…

Servant: Our torturers have broken the mercenary!

Queen: No, my servile bitch. Bow and I shall explain.

Giggling, the servant crawls up to the hedonistic queen and seats herself beside, but opposite facing of the elf. Her smiling and giggling face becomes the seat of the queen’s other booted foot.

Queen: The mercenary… he shall not be broken. He is one of the country’s most prominent overthrowing par excellence. Tales float abound of the many torturer’s chambers he has conquered.

Servant: Mmm~ Our torturers seemed to have no problem, my liege…

Queen: He has been in our dungeons for eight days.

The servant gasps. Her face amuses the queen of excess.

Servant: He has hardly given us anything for such a long time!

Queen: Our experienced ladies handle men like him not with the gleeful abandon of a deranged sadist, nor with the cold and surgical efficiency of a ruthless torturer. They must handle him with all the patience and steadiness of an alchemist holding black powder and sulfurs, with the knowledge that at any point the chains holding him could snap…

Servant: I don’t understand…

The queen smirked. Her two feet pointed forward, the two points of her boots pointed to one welcoming mouth, and one shivering ass…

Queen: Whether one’s actions produce pleasure or pain… depends on how willing the subordinate…

She slowly thrusts forward. There is a muffled moan of delight, and a groan of torment…

*** *** ***

Three stories beneath the earth, in the soundproof halls of torment, lays the hero naked on a bed. He is chained down and in a sorry state. Wrapped around his thighs from the top of his knees to his crotch is a single long, tightly bound band. His erection lays trapped within it, a leakage of sticky cum visibly pouring down his thigh.

His tormentor enters the room, a young psychological torturer of blonde and black hair, artificially wavy. She smiles down at his crotch, not looking at his face.

She barely touches the band around his thighs… the point of her fingers glides gently upwards…

Psycho Torturer: Surely it must be bewildering… Having your mind be unraveled by such a simple product of our ingenius… It has the softness of linen, the smoothness of silk, the elasticity of rubber… And it’s all you have been allowed to feel for eight long days… It’s no wonder you broke…

The hero grits his teeth as her finger slides upward… He can feel it barely…

Up his thighs… He winces as he can just barely feel her finger against the linen band against his balls… She slides upwards…

Hero: No… You’re wrong…

Psycho Torturer: Yes. You let some information slip. You broke.

Her finger slid up the side of his erection, and then back down again to his balls, then up again. The hero shut his eyes in frustration and agony…

Psycho Torturer: You broooooooke~

She lit her lips as allowed the nail tip of another finger slide touch the erection lump of the linen. The hero sucked in his breath.

Psycho Torturer: You broke juuuuuust a little bit… That’s all I want you to admit, hmm? That we got you… Just a little bit…. Will you do that for me?

She made a tiny pinching motion, like imitating scissors using her fingers. The tips of her finger nails along the side of his cock…

The hero had been trapped in this room for so long. The only thing he felt was the linen of the bed he was chained to, and the cold metal wrapped around his wrists and ankles. He was utterly deprived of all other sensation but the bondage…

And then this torturer had wrapped the stretchy band, made of the same material as the bed sheet, around his crotch, and he felt enveloped…

Now he can’t hold his thoughts in place… This evil country, and its evil queen and her evil torturers… He is utterly under their mercy… And the torturer is stealing away his thoughts…

Hero: No…

Psycho Torturer: Come now… Be a good boy… I’ll reward you just a tiny bit…

Hero: No!

Despite himself he can’t help but be tempted… He yearns for touch… Even just feeling this woman’s finger tips against the bindings… Not even against his bare skin… The hero can barely remember why he even fights….

Psycho Torturer: Oh hero. I know you’re trying so hard to remember all of our crimes. All of our queendom’s evils. Our nobility’s enslavement of the common man… Our depraved sexual pleasure at the humiliation of war enemies… Our evil teachings and corruptions…

Even with all of these crimes spelled out for him he can’t get them in his head. All he has felt for eight days are their machinations: chains, bed lining, a thick band sealing away his erection, his “power.” All he has seen are the inside of their dungeons. All he has seen of these “evil” ladies are this one torturer and her assistants, whose only weapons of torment are silky smooth linens and soft touches… His mind can’t impose facts when his body’s instincts are overwhelming…

If you’re supposed to fight them why do they overpower your every sensation? How is that a fair fight?

If they’re torturing you why do you yearn for their touch? How does that make sense?

If they are people you hate why do you feel the need to worship her every day? Why does her visits excite you so?

These women are his superiors… This woman is not a torturer, she is someone who controls him… someone who he must surrender to…

Hero: N-no…

Psycho Torturer: You can’t think of one rebellious thought, can you? Don’t you think it’s silly to fight me so hard when you can’t form one little reason why Isn’t that just silly?

She speaks like a caretaker scolding a child… It should not be so effective, but it is. The hero strains so hard, but there’s no pain to resist…

The torturer twirls her two fingers around the tip of his cock and he leaks more and more…

Psycho Torturer: Shhh~ be an obedient little boy and admit that we broke you… And I will give you one gift… A little kiss…

Hero: I… I was… broken…

The torturer pressed her fingers just a tad harder against the erection bump…

Psycho Torturer: More…

Hero: Y-you broke me… I gave you info…

Psycho Torturer: And~?

Hero: I know… I know you can break me more… I know you will break me more… I will give more information when you break me more… And I can’t stop you…

The torturer nods approvingly. She presses a finger to her lips and kisses it. Then she places that finger right against the linen bump, right above where his frenulum is. She adds a bit of pressure, pressing down like a button, and it is the most intense feeling the hero has felt in days.

His cock loses control and he begins cumming loudly and undignified. The torturer watches with satisfaction as the linen absorbs the thick shots of cum from the sealed and helpless erection. The hero humping the air in ecstasy with wild abandon is all part of her methodological, efficient plans. The defeated hero pants as his cock shrinks down, being sealed by the bands once again…

The torturer then drips a single drop of medicinal fluid in the hero’s mouth, knocking him out once again. Like a balm sealer over wet paint, sleep will wrap his submission up, not letting passion refresh him back into rebelliousness.

While he is unconscious and unfeeling she chains his bindings and bed sheets. As long as she has her way the hero will never feel anything but her bondage again, and will slowly forget he ever had… And will slowly forget that this existence in her dungeon was ever torture, and not just how his life was always meant to be.

The End

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The enchantress: penis jousting

The hero is sealed tightly to a vertical, levitating pillar; nude and limbs completely stuck, erection up and ready. Before him is a dark elf, with a similarly bound and erect.

Enchantress: Face your opponent...

The pillars float close enough to one another that their two captives' erections run parralel.

Enchantress: Now you two must face one another in a duel of the century... penis fencing! Jab your opponent's balls for one point! If your opponent cums, twenty points!

Hero: exCUSE ME?

Elf: . . .

Enchantress: First to two hundred points wins their freedom. And GO!

Hero: This is ridiculous and i refuse-!

The hero is momentarily stunned as his balls are gently, slowly, but firmly prodded by the dark elf's tip. He looks up at the elf, who has a smirk on his face. The elf swings their cock, tauntingly slapping the hero's left to right.

Enchantress: one point.

The hero may not be willing, but his opponent certainly is.

*** An hour later ***

Enchantress: C'mon hero! You're sooo erect, your balls sooo vulnerable...and yet you don't have a single point!

Hero, through tears trying to hold back arousal and humiliation: No... i won't... i will not...

The elf grunts, thrusting their pelvis up and down, swinging their cock around, lightly tapping the hero's balls and dominating him.

At first it felt silly and embarrassing, but as the dark elf's and human male's cocks tapped and rubbed abduct one another in the joust and grapple a perverse intimacy formed. Heat built up around their shared touch, their erect contact.

Their penises rub against another, at first ticklishly, though after the first few minutes it becomes more fervish. A real passion begins to replace playfulness. The elf begins to truly love the ridiculous touching. To his own horror, so dies the hero

Hero: I... I will not... c...cuuu *gasp*

The elf's cock slaps the hero's erection aside and pokes him straight in the balls. This time the elf does not pull back, instead keeping the tip of their dark cock gainst the hero's balls. They thrust again and aging, "jabbing" the balls, pressing repeatedly against the hero's balls making it beat like a heart.

It is just on the cusp of pain, and beyond pleasing. The hero is unable to wiggle out of the prodding "grapple."

Hero: Please no! I will...NOT...C-CUUUMMMMM~!!!!!

To his blissful horror, the elf's satisfaction, and the delight of the enchantress, the hero's cock gushes in the most undeniably pleasing orgasm the hero has ever experienced. Both cocks become drenched in the hero'a warm goo.

The hero's cock shrinks down as though it too feels the shame of defeat. The elf, however, remains erect and pressed against the hero's balls, ready to continue mercilessly. The elf's smirk has become moreso a smug, gloating smile of superiority.

Enchantress: You're almost done for, hero... you'll never win, now.

Hero: Haven't you humiliated me enough?

The enchantress laughs and behind signaling for the match to continue.

The end (or to be continued/extended possibly)

[When i first heard the term "penis joust" this goofy sport is what sprang to mind]