Depends on Brad

Grumpy and sexually frustrated, Brad didn’t even bother changing out of his pyjamas as he once again sneaked downstairs. Despite his erection it hardly made a dent in his bottoms.

Thankfully his family were too busy watching tv this morning to notice that someone was rummaging through the kitchen. The new show “making a Beta idol” could be heard, something that was quickly becoming a national favourite.

Where was it? It had to be around here somewhere. Maybe under the…. Seriously? They left something THAT important by the sink?

Flicking through the pages Brad looked for anything that might help him out of his predicament. A nice loop hole could help improve his entire situation and maybe give him some relief. Even now his cock and balls tingled from last nights workout.

There didn’t appear to be anything particularly new in the magazine, though a couple of pages did catch his eye. One was the ‘Slippy coating’ that was only briefly mentioned. The description made Brad grit his teeth in anger, as a natural coating had been added to his cock skin making it slippery. Simple enough but Brad knew from this morning just how terrible it could be, as it had made masterbating almost impossible.

What Brad was really looking for though was rules on his orgasms. To his surprise there was quite an in-depth description provided. Surprise turned to dread, as it became more and more clear that his only option was to ask permission from someone else. Set conditions worried Brad but at least he was able to refuse the terms if he wanted.

Leaving the kitchen Brad hovered outside the living room. Laughter from the tv show could be heard past the half closed door. The idea of asking one of them for help would be so humiliating but the idea seemed so appealing in his current state. Would it really hurt to suck it up just this once?

“Brad? Are you ok? You look a little red?” The sweet voice of his mother snapping him out of his thoughts, as she stood in the doorway, concern on her face.

“I’m fine! I just woke up and….. looking at the magazine guide as…… well….. the runes……..”

Nodding her head in sympathy, mother gave Brad a second look over. He was definitely looking a little flush, the teasing clearly taking its toll on him. While trying to be gentle, she was also rather curious how well the runes worked, never before knowing anyone unfortunate enough to have been punished with them. Though Brad seemed rather aroused, mother doubted his pride would allow him to ask for help. Perhaps if she used the rune commands on him, speed things up little?

“Brad, I command you to get me and the girls some snacks, bring them to the living room”

Shooting a dirty glare at his mother Brad opened his mouth to provide a nasty retort. One that was quickly cut off by the sudden twisting and tightening of his cock ribbon. He could only left out a gasp, before vibrations began to tease his balls making them ripple. The combination of the two made Brad let out a animal like whine.

Delighted at the results, mother went back into the living room, waiting for the eventual snacks. Trying to stop the runes Brad grabbed his cock and balls in vain. Leaning against the wall, rubbing the tip of his cock, he found himself no closer to cumming. Finally catching on, Brad didn’t waste time grabbing bowls of crisps and drinks. Practically running back, he dropped the food on the tables.

As soon as the bowls hit the table the runes started to power down, making him fall to his knees as he was given a reprieve from his torment.

Giggling could be heard from his sisters made him blush as Brad realised he still had his hand down his bottoms. His hand still slipping on his tiny cock as it tried to stroke it back and forth. Turning to look at his mother, he couldn’t help but look expectedly for his permission. After all he had done what he was supposed to do.

All he got a smug questioning look.

The rest of the day was filled with similar requests, to his family's immense delight. Leaving Brad sexually frustrated to the point he felt his willpower starting to crumble. When the day was finally over, a new house rule had been implemented. Any chores, tasks or school grades would be put on a board for Brad to see, if he accomplished anything he would get a star sticker. Get 20 and he’ll be given permission to cum.

20 seemed like such a excessively high number.