The Ritual…Forever

You are jolted awake as another orgasm forces you to spill your seed. Your entire body feels numb, except for your pulsing ass and cock. Your balls feel like someone is crushing them as they curl up into you forcing more and more cum out with each painful reflex. Your eyes adjust as you see the witch directing the floating jar away from your rod sending it to the table with six other jars of purple and green potion.

“Oh goodness, any more from you and I’ll have to clear a whole shelf just for your brew! Looks like it’s time to put my new favorite potion master in his home.”

She directs her hands over to a row of cabinets and bookshelves, your body involuntarily floating that direction. You hear the creak of a door from behind you as you feel the wind caress your back and she drifts further away from you. You see a door with two holes at hip height begin to close over you, trapping you inside the cabinet that will be your new home. You feel something brush over your penis, undoubtably one of the holes you saw in the door. You feel a hand reach through the hole and manhandle your sore balls until they rest against the front of the door.

Your dick sits erect, the breeze the only thing to touch it for what feels like months. Because of the spell she has on you, you don’t feel hungry or thirsty, you only want orgasmic release. Sometimes, you hear voices outside and the thought of someone stroking you sets you close to the edge.

One night, you hear a rustle outside and a giggling voice.

“I was figuring you might feel a little pent up, so I thought I’d help. I’m far from done with your last supply, so the next time you’ll have to wait even longer!”

You feel glass sit under your cock head as a hand suddenly brushes past your inner thighs and presses on the relic still shoved in your hole. The pressure and vibration on your swollen prostate doesn’t even give you a chance to hold in the pleasure before you dispense a hefty load into another glass jar, filling it to the brim in under a minute. You haven’t even finished cumming before you feel the glass leave, letting your seed dribble on the floor.

“I guess it’s not so precious now that I can get it instantly, whenever I need. I’m sure I’ll need some again in a couple of months. Until then, my little pet.”