Fighting the frustration

Snide remarks and passive-teasing comments followed Brad for the rest of the morning as he tried to ignore his family’s enthusiasm for his ‘birthday gift’. Keen to keep some of his pride the sock cock stayed despite the claims of them knowing how small he was. Knowing it’ll be a big deal if they saw it regardless, he kept his member well hidden.

A pinch on his bubble butt had Brad yelping in surprise. His family laughing with plea as Mandy chased him around the kitchen as he swore curses upon them. With each pinch his buttocks rippled like a rubber ball. His small size preventing him from pushing her away as she always seemed to be hovering over him.

It was as Brad started to run that he noticed the true size of his balls. The extra movement making the fist sized nuts swing just enough to hit his thighs. It didn’t hurt but the new sensation revealed the discomfort he would now be facing. The shorts did feel a little tight and the rubbing was starting to feel good.

As Mandy held her arms around him from behind, pushing his B cup up a little, his cock started to harden. Poking into the sock, no one could see the erection but Brad could certainly feel it. As he bucked his hips to thrust her off, his cock slide back and forth in the sock. His balls squeezed lightly by his thighs, his eyes started to glaze over as pleasure shot up his body.

No! He would not succumb to this pleasure, he would remain a strong Alpha at all costs.

Blushing red he finally wiggled out of Mandy’s hold and ran back to the safety of his room. Red bottom bouncing along after him.

Making her way to follow him, Mother held her shoulder gently “enough of that, let’s give him some time to adjust. Besides he’ll be back once he wants some…. Release”

Disappointed the fun was over, Sally took solace in what was in store for them “then we can more fun! What do you, like, plan on asking him to do? I bet I can Tooootalllly get him to convince him to play dress up with me”

Huffing in annoyance Mandy backed down, they were both right of course. Brad would be crawling back soon enough.

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In-depth searches on his phone had provided very little in the way of solutions to his current problem. Finding only a string of porn sites and a lot of losers on blogs who had simply accepted there fates.

As far as Brad could determine the only way to get back to normal was to fight his way back the hard way. Do enough good deeds and win enough contests, prove he was the strongest and he’ll gain back his reputation. Issue was he wasn’t in a great position to accomplish this easily. Right now he was small, weak and well know for being a jerk.

Mulling over his troubles and the stress of the day catching up to him, had made Brad incredibly tired. Before long his eyes began to drift and his phone slipped from his grasp. Falling into a deep sleep Brad curled up in his blankets.

With the default condition of sleep being met for the first time, the runes glowed as they sparked into life. Taking a few seconds to activate as though considering the best approach to tackle there victim.

Both circles started first, only vibrating so lightly you might of missed the movement. This lasted for almost 20 minutes, making Brad only fidget slightly to adjust for his hard 2 inch cock and firmed balls. A slow start but the runes had all night after all.

With his cock head pulled free from his foreskin the triangles were now free to work effectively. A pair of wet lips could be felt kissing the top of his cock head, sucking inwards in such a way that pulled his cock upwards due to the vacuum. The cock head not quite entering the phantoms mouth. Brads cock twitched and his hips moved up as though chasing something.

Letting out gasps of pleasure, Brad could only twist and turn as arousal coursed through his body. His dreams turning to women at his school and there curvy body’s. There big breasts and lush lips wrapped around his massive cock.

As the circles started to vibrate faster and the triangles gave his cock head a proper lick up and down, he could only let out a moan as he was about to cum. The ribbon tightened mercilessly around the length of his cock, causing him to grip the blanket as he whined in frustration. The circles and triangles stopping all movement.

Brad stayed like this, his body tense in anticipation, until he relaxed, his orgasm fading and the arousal ebbing away.

Just as one might think that was all for tonight, the runes powered back up to give Brad another round of teasing. The circles gently vibrating like a plastic vibrator on a low setting and the triangles twirling it’s tongue in circles. Brad subconsciously began to hump against his pillow, no shame felt in his **** state as he searched for his missing orgasm.

When Brad finally opened his eyes the next morning he let out a deep breath as the arousal that had built up overnight slammed into him. He had never felt anything like it, his cock was practically red and his balls purple as both were swollen in need. His whole body felt shocked with electricity, making him feel twitching and fidgety.

Not having a chance to resist these sensations his hands darted down to his crotch. His hand wrapped around his cock, as he moved it back and forth, he found it did nothing to move it. Even gripping his had tighter made it difficult to feel any sensation. Was his cock too small for his hand???

Grunting in annoyance he grasped it with his fingers. Stroking it back and forth a couple of times it slipped out of his fingers, causing Brad to search for it again. A couple more strokes and it slipped once more. It was almost like his cock was coated in wax.

Stroke. Stroke. Slip. Stroke. Stroke. Slip. Stroke. Stroke. Slip.

Fuck! Why couldn’t he get a damn grip of it?! He was so close as well, just a little more and…. And…. And…. He was gonna cum….finally!

Letting out a moan, a smile crept over his lips as he reached his peak. Jumping into action the ribbon pulled tightened once more, causing his eyes to widen as his cock pointed straight into the air. Holding his balls as he felt his load slip backwards, filing his balls past it’s limit giving him a terrible case of blue balls. He had been so close, why hadn’t he cum?

A gentle rubbing eased the and allowed Brad to think for a moment. What had his family said about the sissy manual? Something about runes and orgasms? The details seemed to slip his mind, and the only answers lay in the magazine that lay downstairs in the kitchen.

Brad was used to blowing his load at least 4 times a week and he was not going to be able to focus on fixing himself without some much needed relief. While the arousal did seem to be fading, the lack of satisfaction seemed to always be present.

He was gonna need to steal that manual and soon.