James Gets Stoned

As Leiliani turned to head back to the living room James suddenly felt a huge wave of sexual arousal that he knew he was going to have a great deal of difficulty controlling. His dick was fully erect within seconds, his heart was racing and his breathing heavy. There was no way he could go back into the room with the already slightly tipsy witches in this condition. There was only one thing he could think of to do.

James placed the wine bottles on the floor next to him for now and tiptoed quickly back down to the cellar. He found a corner behind a large crate of further supplies of **** he assumed, squatted down and began tugging frantically at his dick. Just as he was getting close to climax, he heard footsteps behind him. He turned his head just in time to see Dorothy wave her hand at him.

Instantly James felt he could tug at his dick no more. The near orgasmic feeling remained, but he could do nothing to release it. In fact he couldn't do anything at all having been turned into a marble statue by the witch, one that would have been instantly recognisable to anyone who knew him as an incredibly lifelike naked statue of James squatting with his legs spread wide and masturbating.

"Well Toad, this isn't a good start is it?" the witch sneered at James "I wondered where you had got to with our wine but this is what you were up to?"

James, of course, had no way of explaining his behaviour. Still mid orgasm he was feeling a very strange mixture of terrified and turned on by his current predicament. It seemed the use of the word toad didn't free him from his hornyness while he was a statue.

"So I suppose you do get a kick out of being naked around us after all? I will have to decide with the sisters what to do with a dirty little pervert like you. Perhaps you would be of more value to us if we kept you like this permanently and sold you? Or maybe some time out in public like that would teach you a lesson? I suppose it would be one way for you to get a break from here while remaining in human form. What do you think? Speak up for yourself!"

Dorothy laughed mockingly as James looked silently back at her with the same expression of shame, fear and intense arousal as when she had petrified him.