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Chapter 1. Selena, the love witch​

Selena is a love witch descended from a powerful lineage. Her great-great-grandmother arrived in America on the Mayflower, where she fell for a local Indian chief. From him, she learned the secrets of herbs and native spells, combining them with her European magic. Specializing in love potions and seduction spells, Selena's family has passed down their knowledge through generations. She now helps hopeless romantics—women and gay men alike—capture the hearts of their dream partners. Her services come at a price: a handsome fee and a vial of their dream lover's finest essence.

Selena’s practice thrives on the allure and potency of her carefully chosen "ingredients." These men, often in their prime, boast physiques that are both a feast for the eyes and essential to her rituals. Their bodies are honed by rigorous training, their muscles taut and skin glistening with the vitality Selena requires for her spells. These "ingredients" come from various walks of life but share common traits: youth, strength, and an insatiable sexual energy. Whether recruited from the local football team, found in exclusive nightclubs, or scouted from modeling agencies, these men are drawn into Selena's web through a combination of enchantment and seduction.

In her secret chamber, Selena begins by stripping them of their inhibitions—and their clothes. Her spells ensure compliance and heighten their arousal, making them eager participants in her mystical processes. Each session is an intense, sensory experience for these young men. Selena’s touch, both gentle and commanding, sends shivers down their spines, amplifying their desire and desperation to please her.

Selena’s methods for collecting their essence are as varied as they are intimate. One favored technique involves binding them to her custom-made apparatus: a sleek, polished rack that holds them in place, their bodies exposed and vulnerable. She takes her time, exploring every inch of their sculpted forms, her hands and spells working in tandem to bring them to the brink of ecstasy. As they writhe and moan under her ministrations, she captures their potent release in intricately designed vials, ensuring every drop of their essence is preserved.

The process is not only physically intense but also deeply psychological. Selena's mastery of mental manipulation ensures that her subjects are willing, if not eager, to contribute to her magical endeavors. Her whispered promises and enchantments make them believe they are part of something greater, their sacrifices fueling her powerful spells. These collected essences are integral to her most potent elixirs and aphrodisiacs. The thick, creamy sperm, rich with pheromones and vitality, is mixed with her carefully curated herbs and spices. The result is a concoction that heightens sexual desire and performance, making her clients feel invincible and irresistible.

Selena's potent aphrodisiac recipe includes ground damiana, cacao butter, melted beeswax, and the finest essence from a sexually charged stud. These young, muscular men, often broke and perpetually horny, make the perfect "ingredients" for her rituals. Selena uses her magic or money to lure and control these studs, often from the local football team. Once ensnared, her charmed slave is first tasked with using his mouth to warm up her client's intimate area. When the client is ready, the stud coats his erect member with the special cream, carefully rubbing the mixture into her vagina. This blend, combined with the essence oozing from the sexually charged stud, creates the ultimate aphrodisiac for women aged 30 and above.

 

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Selena also creates a powerful anti-aging elixir using the finest sperm collected from the strongest and most genetically gifted studs. She enjoys hunting them down in bars, bringing them to her secret room where they are charmed, stripped naked, and bound to the wall. Using spells and sensual touches, she brings these studs to the edge of release. As she works her magic, their muscles twitch and flex under her touch, veins pulsing with the rhythmic beat of their accelerated heart rates. Their abs clench, and their chiseled chests rise and fall with each ragged breath, their bodies betraying their desperate need for release.

She then employs her specialized sperm collector—a uniquely shaped flask with a soft, thin tube attached to the opening. She carefully inserts the tube into the slit of their shaft, allowing the precum to lubricate the tip. The intense pleasure and pain cause the slit to widen, easing the process. In this state of extreme arousal, their cocks throb and swell, the veins bulging along their length as they approach climax. Their balls tighten, drawing up closer to their bodies as they moan and writhe, helpless against the waves of pleasure coursing through them. Her helpless toys willingly offer their essence to their mistress. Their thick, creamy sperm, rich with the fragrance of male hormones, fills the flask quickly, ensuring Selena has harvested every last drop.

As a witch, Selena can directly absorb the potent essence of sperm to maintain her youthful looks. Her clients, however, need a special elixir to achieve similar effects. Selena gathers 49 different spices and herbs, brewing them on low heat with freshly collected sperm and sweat from her willing slaves locked in her secret room. She only releases them and wipes their memories after extracting every last drop of their essence and using their bodies to the fullest. This powerful mixture helps her clients achieve a radiant, youthful glow.

But of course, these side gigs are just for fun. What Selena truly loves is helping hopeless romantics find their "true loves," especially trained men who meet all their fantasies. Contrary to popular belief, Selena believes that true love isn't just found—it's made. Thanks to centuries of family reputation built by her mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother, Selena has cultivated her own network of valuable connections.

On the surface, Selena runs a successful therapy practice downtown. Her practice, the Sanders Family Clinic, operates under the guise of providing standard mental health counseling and psychiatric services, offering a range of treatments from talk therapy to medication management. However, beneath this veneer of normalcy lies her true specialty: aiding those in search of love through her unique magical expertise.

The Sanders Family Clinic is a family-run establishment, founded by her grandmother and passed down through the generations. It serves as a front for her more mystical practices. Patients who come to her seeking traditional therapy often find themselves drawn into Selena's more esoteric offerings. Using her profound knowledge of human psychology and magic, she skillfully blends conventional therapeutic techniques with her family's arcane traditions. This seamless integration allows her to identify and address the deep-seated emotional and spiritual needs of her clients, guiding them toward their desired romantic outcomes.

Selena conducts her sessions in a warmly lit, cozy office adorned with eclectic decor—crystals, herbs, and ancestral artifacts that hint at her witchy heritage. She listens intently, offering compassionate guidance while subtly weaving in spells and potions tailored to each client's unique situation. Her magical interventions range from crafting personalized love charms to creating powerful elixirs designed to attract and bind potential lovers.

Selena's ability to tap into the unseen forces of attraction and desire makes her an invaluable ally for those yearning for deep, passionate connections. Her therapy sessions often culminate in rituals that invoke the spirits of love and lust, ensuring that her clients leave not only with newfound hope but also with potent magical tools to aid them in their romantic endeavors.

In addition to her love magic, Selena's clinic offers discreet consultations for those interested in her anti-aging elixirs and aphrodisiacs. Her clientele, which includes influential figures and wealthy patrons, trusts her implicitly, knowing that her remedies deliver results that defy the ordinary.

Selena's dual role as a therapist and a love witch allows her to blend the best of both worlds, providing holistic care that addresses the mind, body, and spirit. Through her family's legacy and her own modern-day practice, she continues to uphold the traditions of her ancestors while adapting them to the needs of contemporary seekers of love and beauty.

At her downtown clinic, Selena had recently hired Mei, a promising recent graduate from a nearby university. Mei had caught Selena's attention due to her potential, especially since Selena's longtime assistant, Rose, had retired recently after 20 years of service.

"Hmm... I wonder when it would be a good time to let Mei know what we're actually working on. It's still too early to tell if she's comfortable with it yet. Maybe a test is needed," Selena thought as she glanced at Mei at the front desk.

“Good morning, Miss Sanders,” Mei said with a smile.

"Good morning, Mei," Selena replied warmly, returning her smile. "Have we received any mail from Mrs. Wilson?" Selena quickly followed up. Mrs. Wilson was one of Selena’s recent clients who had just remarried the local football coach, Mr. Wilson, with Selena's assistance. Mr. Wilson was a striking man, with a muscular build honed from years on the field, chiseled features, and a magnetic presence that turned heads wherever he went.

"Yes, it's right here, with a thank-you note from Mrs. Wilson," Mei replied, bringing out a beautifully packaged green box with a letter attached to it. "She dropped by this morning, and she looks at least 10 years younger than the last time I saw her. I guess happiness does make people look young," Mei quickly added, maintaining her smile.

Selena thanked Mei and took the box into her office. She opened the letter and read:

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Dear Dr. Sanders,

I am writing to express my gratitude for your assistance in training Rob to become the perfect husband I have always envisioned. Following our special 'session,' Rob has remained unsuspecting about our encounter throughout our relationship.

I apologize for the delay in sending his essence; amidst the wedding festivities and the presence of relatives and friends, finding private moments proved challenging. However, I managed to collect his finest essence in the vial last night. His compliance is unwavering; he willingly fulfills every request I make. He is as obedient as a puppy. I instructed him to contribute his essence to the vial, and he compiled without hesitation.

Furthermore, I have observed noticeable changes in my body and facial appearance due to your Elixir . I feel a newfound sense of happiness and liberation. I look forward to maintaining our communication and am eager to arrange for Rob to participate in additional confidential sessions with you.

Best regards,

Mrs. Wilson

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Selena finishes reading the letter with a sly smile, then carefully retrieves a vial from the box. Inside, a thick, creamy substance fills the glass, releasing a heady mix of musk and tobacco that fills the room with its alluring scent. Selena recognizes it instantly as Rob Wilson's signature fragrance, a man known for his charm among the local moms, including Abby Smith, now Mrs. Wilson after tragically losing her husband in a car accident.

 

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Months of mourning had left Abby vulnerable, her emotions raw and seeking solace. It was during a heated football game, under the floodlights casting long shadows, that Rob and Abby found themselves alone. The tension crackled between them like electricity, fueled by the adrenaline of the game and the haunting ache of recent loss. Rob's touch was confident yet gentle, his lips finding hers with a hunger that mirrored her own longing. They stumbled into each other's arms in a darkened hallway, the heat of their bodies mingling with the cool night air, creating an intoxicating blend of desire and desperation.

In the throes of passion, they sought refuge in each other's bodies—a passionate union that momentarily silenced their inner turmoil. Abby, lost in the sensation of Rob's hands exploring her curves, found a fleeting escape from her grief, a connection she desperately craved amidst the chaos of loss. But for Rob, it was a night of fleeting pleasure, a momentary conquest in a string of casual encounters.

Unbeknownst to Rob, Abby's mother had enlisted Selena's help—a devious plan simmering beneath the surface, aimed at ensnaring this charming but commitment-phobic man in a web of unexpected consequences.

Rob Wilson, 36, is the epitome of rugged masculinity as the local football coach. Standing tall at 6 feet 3 inches with a sculpted, muscular frame, he exudes an aura of raw power and undeniable charisma. His broad shoulders and powerful arms, honed from years of intense physical training, make him a commanding presence both on and off the field.

With chiseled features, a strong jawline, and piercing eyes that reflect his unwavering determination, Rob captivates with every glance. His tousled dark hair and a hint of stubble add to his rugged appeal, accentuating his tough yet irresistible Southern charm.

Formerly a professional bodybuilder after retiring from football, Rob's tanned, muscular physique is a testament to his dedication to fitness. His presence alone commands attention, whether he's coaching his team to victory or casually strolling through town.

Despite his tough exterior, Rob possesses a magnetic quality that draws people in, especially women who can't help but be captivated by his allure. His deep Southern drawl carries authority and confidence, making him a natural leader both on the field and in social circles.

Rob thrives on the admiration he receives, reveling in being the local heartthrob. His status as an object of desire is bolstered by the admiring looks and flirtatious attention he effortlessly attracts. Never one to settle down, Rob embraces his bachelor lifestyle, enjoying the thrill of the chase and the excitement of new encounters.

However, beneath the surface of his public persona lies a clandestine aspect of his life that fuels gossip in the community. Rob is notorious for his affairs with local moms and young women, a fact whispered about in hushed tones among those who know. His charisma and charm have led him into multiple entanglements, each affair adding to his allure and dangerous appeal.

In the midst of his popularity and physical prowess, Rob Wilson remains a figure of fascination and desire, a man whose presence alone sparks fantasies and leaves a lasting impression wherever he goes. His life is a blend of public adoration and private scandal, creating a complex persona that intrigues and scandalizes the small town he calls home.

One evening, Rob strolled into the local bar, seeking the cool embrace of a beer and the vibrant energy that always promised an unexpected thrill. Inside, the air crackled with the excitement of regulars celebrating a recent football victory, and lone dancers swayed on the floor, their movements a seductive invitation.

Casually scanning the room, Rob's eyes landed on a woman he hadn't noticed before—a potential conquest in the making. Amidst the mingling scents of sweat and alcohol, a tantalizing fragrance suddenly enveloped him. It was unlike any perfume he'd encountered, yet it stirred memories of every lover he'd ever known. The scent transported him back to the wildflowers of his childhood farm, where innocence gave way to stolen kisses and whispered promises.

Intrigued, Rob followed the scent's alluring trail. Unbeknownst to him, it wafted from a potent concoction laced with a powerful love spell. Drawn deeper into its intoxicating allure, Rob traced it to the back door of the bar, where Selena stood waiting.

"Hi, I'm Rob. Hope you don't mind me asking, but what's that intoxicating scent you're wearing?" Rob inquired, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue as the effects of the potion slowly took hold.

Selena's laughter was as captivating as her reply, "It's my own creation. Here, have a closer sniff." She handed him a small vial, its contents promising more than mere fragrance.

Rob brought the vial to his nose, inhaling deeply. Instantly, clarity replaced confusion, and Selena stood before him, an embodiment of allure and trust. His senses tingled with irrational desire, craving her touch and the warmth radiating from her presence.

Sensing his vulnerability, Selena's fingers trailed along his thigh, inching closer to his growing arousal. The contact sent a thrill through Rob, a low groan escaping his lips. He was completely under her spell, his gaze fixated on her with unrestrained desire.

"Come with me," Selena commanded softly, her voice laced with authority and promise. Rob nodded eagerly, his eyes dark with anticipation. Together, they slipped away to Selena's waiting car.

Arriving at her clandestine chamber beneath the clinic, Selena wasted no time. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as she instructed Rob to shed his clothes. Each piece he removed unveiled his sculpted physique, a testament to his physical prowess that sent a shiver of desire down Selena's spine.

Rob's shirt came off first, revealing broad shoulders and a defined chest. The dim light cast shadows over his muscular torso, accentuating every curve and ridge. Selena watched with growing hunger as he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down his legs with deliberate slowness. His thighs were powerful, his legs sculpted and strong.

As Rob stood before her in just his underwear, Selena could see the outline of his arousal, a manifestation of his desire and the potent effects of her spell. The air thickened with their mutual need, charged with the promise of what was to come.

"Very nice," Selena purred, her voice low with approval. "Now, the rest."

Rob didn't hesitate. With a fluid motion, he pushed down his underwear, revealing his full, aroused state. His body was a vision of masculine beauty, bathed in the dim, sensual light of the chamber. Selena's gaze traveled over him hungrily, savoring the sight of his naked form and the raw desire in his eyes.

Rob stood before Selena, his body a testament to strength and desire, muscles defined under taut skin. The dim, intimate space accentuated his form, casting shadows that emphasized every curve and contour.

In the charged silence, Selena paused, her gaze lingering appreciatively. "Are you sure this is what you desire?" she asked Abby, hidden in the shadows, ensuring consent was as potent as the spell that bound them.

Abby nodded, her eyes locked on Rob with a simmering intensity. Life as a single mom had taught her the harsh realities of dating—blind dates and apps only brought disappointment. At 40, with a child in tow, she'd almost given up on love. Then came Rob, the first man since her husband's passing. That night, he'd seemed charming, handsome, and attentive. But beneath the facade of kindness lurked pity—a charity case in his eyes.

Anger, sadness, and despair clouded Abby's days until whispers of the love witch reached her. Suddenly, control seemed within reach, and she knew what she wanted: Rob, on her terms.

In the dimly lit chamber, Selena's voice resonated with ancient power as she chanted the incantation, "deditionem serviet, deditionem serviet, deditionem serviet," her words weaving a spell that bound Rob to the wall. His hands and feet securely fastened, he could feel the rough texture of the ropes against his skin, a stark contrast to the softness of the charmed blindfold covering his eyes, infused with Abby's intoxicating scent.

Abby, a vision of allure in the flickering candlelight, approached Rob with a deliberate slowness that heightened his anticipation. Her fingertips danced over the contours of his muscular frame, tracing the lines of his chest and the ripple of his abdomen. Each touch sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire that burned hotter with every passing moment.

Leaning in close, Abby's lips brushed against his, teasingly soft yet electrifying. The kiss deepened, a dance of tongues and desire that spoke of unspoken yearning. Rob couldn't help but emit a low, guttural moan, a mixture of need and arousal escaping his lips involuntarily.

Her hands roamed freely now, exploring the hardened planes of his body with a deliberate sensuality that left him breathless. She teased him with feather-light caresses and fleeting kisses, drawing out each moment of longing until it felt unbearable. With each touch, Rob's breath hitched, his moans growing louder, a symphony of pleasure and restraint echoing in the chamber.

She whispered promises and secrets against his ear, her warm breath sending a thrill through him. The sound of his breath quickened, mingling with the soft gasps and sighs that escaped him as Abby continued to push him closer to the edge of control.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Abby continued her tantalizing assault, each touch pushing him closer to the edge of control. The repeated chant of Selena's spell echoed faintly in the background, a distant reminder of the magic that bound them in this intoxicating dance.

Rob's mind swirled with conflicting desires — a desperate plea for release mingled with a hunger for more of Abby's touch. In the midst of his ecstasy, he found himself yearning for mercy from the enchantress who held him captive in a storm of pleasure unlike anything he had ever known.

Finally, he opened his mouth and pleaded, "Please, allow me to cum. Please, take everything, just let me cum." A calm and soft woman’s voice replied, "Give yourself to me, do as I say, and give me what I want."

"Yes, madam," Rob quickly replied, his voice tinged with desperation.

Abby's fingers trailed down Rob's taut, sweaty chest, tracing the ridges of his abs and the enticing V-lines that led lower, teasingly slow. His body quivered under her touch, every muscle defined and tense with desire. His arousal was palpable, his erection straining against the constraints of his bondage, aching for release that Abby controlled with cruel precision.

Rob's moans of pleasure mixed with desperate pleas for mercy as Abby's fingers danced along his skin, sending electric waves of arousal through his bound form. Each touch, each caress threatened to push him over the edge, yet she expertly withheld, leaving him on the brink of climax, frustrated and helpless.

Unknown to Rob, he was not just under Abby's control but also under Selena's powerful spell, which amplified every sensation, every touch to excruciating heights. The scent of his arousal filled the air, a heady cocktail of male hormones that bewitched any who caught its intoxicating aroma.

Rob's erection throbbed relentlessly, the tip glistening with precum that oozed in anticipation of release denied. Each time Abby grazed his sensitive skin or brushed her fingertips against his straining shaft, another bead of precum would drip down, a testament to his intense arousal and unfulfilled need.

Rob, once a strong-willed man, now found himself surrendering not just his body but his mind to Abby and Selena. Their relentless torment and the potent magic slowly eroded his resistance, reducing him to a puppet of their desires—a muscular, god-like specimen whose every twitch and groan was orchestrated by their whims.

As Abby toyed with him, enjoying his exquisite torment, Rob's psyche weakened further. He was now a plaything, his once-strong will overcome by the irresistible combination of physical pleasure and mystical manipulation. Bound and at their mercy, he was utterly at their command, his body a vessel for their fantasies, his mind a slave to their desires.

Selena's voice dripped with authority as she watched Abby had wrapped Rob around her fingers, his body tense with anticipation. The rope marks on his wrists and ankles were still fresh reminders of his surrender.

"Untie him, Abby," Selena said, her gaze fixed on Rob, who stood with a mix of eagerness and submission. The moment Abby released the last knot, Rob's demeanor shifted. His expression softened into a trance-like state, eagerly awaiting Abby's next command.

"Now kneel on all fours," Abby ordered firmly, her dominance palpable in the air. Rob obeyed without hesitation, sinking to the ground. The cool floor against his sensitive skin only heightened his arousal, his throbbing member straining with each touch.

"Good boy," Abby purred, her hand gently caressing his cheek. Rob shivered, his body trembling with need. As She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear, he could feel her power over him like a tangible force.

"Listen to her," Selena whispered huskily. "Obey her every command." Rob nodded, his breath hitching as Abby took control. Every touch, every whispered instruction sent waves of pleasure and pain through him, each sensation making him more pliant, more submissive to their desires.

The room filled with the scent of arousal and the sounds of his ragged breaths mingling with their soft commands. Rob was theirs to mold, a willing puppet bound not just by ropes, but by his insatiable craving for their dominance.

Abby lay on the bed in the corner of the room, the black leather surface glistening under the soft glow of flickering candles. Its enchantment, meticulously polished with a special ointment, whispered promises of untold pleasures to those who dared to surrender upon it. Abby herself had been anointed with a potent love potion, its intoxicating essence spread liberally over her lips, chest, abdomen, and the most intimate recesses of her being.

From the shadows, blindfolded and guided only by Abby's murmurs and the faint rustling of fabric, Rob crawled towards her like an eager supplicant. Every movement was an act of obedience, every breath an affirmation of his devotion to his mistress. When he finally reached her, he knelt obediently, his senses ablaze with the anticipation of tasting her.

Their lips met, and instantly, Rob was ensnared. The taste and scent of Abby's potion-laden skin ignited a primal hunger within him, a craving that surged through his veins with a potency he had never known. He kissed her with fervor, his mouth exploring hers with a desperate need to consume every essence she offered. The moment he touched her lips, the scent and taste of his mistress became his lifelong addiction. It was an addiction he'd never felt before—one he couldn't get enough of, one that could get him hard just thinking about it.

 

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As Rob ventured lower, driven by instinct and Abby's unspoken commands, his blindfold heightened his other senses. He traced the contours of her body with his lips and tongue, each touch sending jolts of pleasure coursing through them both. Abby's moans mingled with the rhythmic panting of Rob's breath, their shared ecstasy painting the air with a symphony of desire. As he finally reached her intimate part, he completely lost control. His body trembled with waves of arousal. Abby could feel his change in rhythm. His tongue and lips ignited a rush of ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She was close to climax. Selena watched as she noticed Rob's penis oozing with pre-cum, leaving a small pool of it on the bed. She knew it was time. With a subtle nod, she signaled Abby. It was time to complete the ritual, to harness the culmination of their enchantment and desire in a union that transcended the physical – a union where magic and passion intertwined, leaving them both breathless and bound together in the throes of ecstasy.

"Come inside me, give it all to me," Abby's voice, both gentle and commanding, filled the room, sending a shiver down Rob's spine. His body quivered with anticipation as he positioned himself at the entrance to her intimate space. His shaft, slick with anticipation and coated in his essence, trembled with every movement. With a reverence born of both desire and obedience, he guided himself into her, his tip pressing against her soft flesh.

As Rob eased himself deeper, the mixture of the love potion and his essence began to weave its magic. Abby's essence, infused with the potion's enchantment, pulsed through him like a current, binding his arousal to her in a way that transcended the physical. The magical energy surged, absorbed through their connection, coursing from his shaft to his very core.

His muscles tensed and flexed involuntarily as he surrendered to the intense pleasure. His traps, torso, and pecs tightened with each movement, reacting to the ecstasy building within him. The spell took hold, imprinting Abby's scent, her touch, her very essence deep into his being. From that moment on, he would crave her and only her, his body and desires forever bound to hers.

With Abby's permission, a special gift awaited him – the promise of the most intense orgasm he had ever known. A privilege bestowed upon him for his unwavering devotion and obedience. As their bodies moved together in a symphony of passion, their moans and cries of ecstasy filled the air.

Rob surrendered completely to her, his cries mingling with Abby's as they reached the pinnacle of their pleasure. With a final, primal groan, he released himself fully inside her, his essence mingling with hers in a climax that transcended the physical and merged their souls in the throes of the ritual's completion. His body quaked with the force of his release, his muscles tightening and relaxing in waves of blissful release.

The room filled with the heady scent of their union, a testament to the potent magic that bound them together. As they lay intertwined, breathless and sated, they knew that the ritual had not only fulfilled their desires but had forged a bond that would endure beyond the night's embrace.

Weeks later, Rob dropped to one knee and proposed to Abby, their love now solidified by the potent magic they had shared. Two months flew by, and they were married amidst whispers and doubters, especially among the local moms who secretly harbored hopes of their own.

Unbeknownst to them, Rob had been transformed into Abby's devoted companion, trained like a stud under her command. Bound by the enchantment of their ritual, he would never stray, lest he face a life devoid of the pleasures only she could provide.

Meanwhile, in her secluded office, Selena carefully examined a vial containing Rob Wilson's essence, a result of their powerful ritual. She marveled at his essence, acknowledging him as a remarkable specimen of manhood. "Mrs. Wilson has excellent taste," Selena remarked with a sly smile. "The youth elixir made from his essence seems to be working wonders for her. I believe she would gladly offer more of her husband's essence in exchange for further elixirs."

As Selena opened her computer, her eyes scanned her packed schedule, her thoughts already racing ahead to her clandestine plans. Her gaze wandered to the concealed entrance in the dim corner of her office, a portal to the room where arcane ingredients awaited. Behind the locked doors of her secret chamber, two young, sculpted footballers hung, their bodies stripped bare, their essence pulsating with intoxicating potency, ready to fuel the night's dark rituals.

“Customers are like gods, after all," Selena mused, her smile widening with satisfaction. Her fingers delicately traced the smooth surface of the vial containing Rob Wilson's essence, a potent reminder of the power she wielded over those who sought her services. Amidst the quiet hum of productivity in her office, a subtle, easy-to-ignore moaning drifted from the hidden corner. It served as a tantalizing reminder of the mystical and clandestine activities unfolding beyond the sight of ordinary eyes. Selena's lips curled into a knowing smile as she contemplated the evening's rituals and the exquisite pleasures they promised to deliver to her esteemed clientele.

 

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Chapter 2. Jaxon, the TV star​

At 5 am, the road lamps cast a dim glow over the running track as the early sun illuminated the skyline. A figure sprinted swiftly along the track. On closer inspection, the runner was a tall man, standing about 6 feet tall. His physique was chiseled and athletic, boasting well-defined muscles from rigorous workouts. His skin had a sun-kissed glow, highlighting the contours of his strong arms, broad shoulders, and sculpted chest and abs. He's bare-chested, showing off his impressive upper body, with a sweat-soaked t-shirt wrapped around his hips. He wore running shorts, also sweat-soaked, clinging to his powerful legs and emphasizing his athletic build. His dark hair was styled in a modern, slightly tousled manner, giving him a rugged yet polished appearance. His thick well-trimmed beard enhanced his chiseled jawline, and his piercing eyes conveyed confidence and charisma, making him irresistible. His striking facial features hinted at his strong Armenian heritage.His thick chest muscles bounced with each step he took. His hard nipples glistened with slow drips of sweat infused with his intoxicating masculine pheromones.

Meet Jaxon Sargis, a successful local TV star. Ever since his mom's friends predicted he'd be a heartbreaker, he knew acting was his calling. By 18, he'd already slept with some of those friends. Jaxon's charisma and romances with powerful women propelled him into fame and the limelight. He takes pride in his physique and handsome looks, not minding being objectified as they are his most valuable assets.

However, Jaxon recently faced unexpected challenges with his new assistant, a fresh graduate. It's the first time he's encountered complaints from an assistant, having never had issues with his female assistants before. This situation led him to seek consultations with a therapist, causing him headaches. Concerned about how this might appear in the media, Jaxon reluctantly agreed to arrangements made by his manager to resolve the issue discreetly.

Jaxon finished his run, his breath ragged but invigorated. He sprinted upstairs, his heart pounding with more than just the afterglow of his workout. Bursting into the bathroom, he stripped off his running shorts, shoes, and socks in a flurry of movement. His body, tall and chiseled, gleamed with sweat under the bathroom light. Every muscle on his tanned frame caught the light, creating a tantalizing vision of pure masculinity that begged to be touched and worshiped.

The sight of his own reflection, his member swelling with the thought of worship, sent a shiver of excitement through him. As his erection grew, the veins pulsing prominently, it almost reached his belly button, a testament to his virility and the adoration he commanded. Jaxon relished the memory of his followers' hands and mouths on him, their reverent touches and eager tongues driving him to peak after peak of ecstasy.

Flexing his powerful muscles, he admired the sheer strength and beauty of his body, his arousal intensifying until a bead of precum glistened at the tip of his throbbing shaft. He stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over his sculpted form. Slowly, he began to stroke himself, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His muscles tensed and flexed with each surge of desire, his mind lost in the intoxicating rhythm of his own touch.

Jaxon’s hand moved with purpose, his grip firm and strokes long. He flexed his biceps, watching them bulge and tighten, every sinew outlined with precision. His abs, a perfect grid of hard muscle, contracted with each breath, each touch, each wave of escalating pleasure. The feeling built, intense and overwhelming, until he was teetering on the edge of release.

With a guttural moan, he finally surrendered to the climax. His body convulsed, every muscle straining and flexing in a symphony of raw power and pleasure. Thick, creamy release erupted from his shaft in powerful jets, splashing against the shower wall and mingling with the water in a silvery stream that seemed to glow. His seed painted the shower floor, his primal, intoxicating essence filling the bathroom with the rich, heady scent of his masculinity. The sight of his release, the evidence of his arousal and power, was enough to drive anyone wild with desire.

After drying off with a soft, white towel, he wrapped it around his hips, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his release. He descended to the living room, the cool air a refreshing contrast to his heated skin. Checking his phone, he saw a flood of messages—over a hundred already, and it was only 7:30. Managers with urgent updates and admirers with their own fervent declarations filled his screen, each one a testament to the powerful allure he held over them.

Jaxon smiled, feeling the familiar thrill of their adulation. His day had only just begun, but he already knew it would be filled with the heady mix of power, desire, and worship that defined his intoxicating existence.

“It’s going to be a busy day,” he thought with a smirk on his face. As he scrolled to the end, he found the message about the compulsory consultation:

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Dear Mr. Sargis,

I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to confirm our scheduled consultation this Wednesday evening at 7 PM.

As an experienced therapist with many years of practice, I understand that seeking help can be a significant and sometimes daunting step. I want to assure you that my primary goal is to create a safe and confidential environment where we can address any concerns you may have.

I have gathered all the necessary materials from Mrs. Jones, who has strongly emphasized the importance of confidentiality in this matter. To that end, I have signed the NDA and have meticulously prepared our clinic to ensure your privacy and comfort during our session.

I understand that this situation may be causing you stress, and I want you to know that our clinic is dedicated to providing comprehensive support. We have various resources and a professional team ready to assist you in any way possible.

Please do not hesitate to reach out if you have any questions or require any further assistance before our appointment.

I look forward to meeting you and working together towards a positive resolution.

Best regards,
Dr. Sanders

Sanders family clinic / Best Therapist Downtown

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"Dr. Sanders? Sounds like some old lady. Whatever it takes, as long as I can put this mess behind me," Jaxon thought. He quickly got dressed and drove to his film set. As he predicted, it was a busy day. That night, he had a threesome with two of his fans, and they didn't stop until the sunrise the next morning.

 

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It was Wednesday evening, and Jaxon hadn’t forgotten about his appointment with Dr. Sanders. His manager, Mrs. Jones, had made sure he wouldn't miss it by sending multiple reminders over the past few days. He was actually looking forward to it, hoping it would finally get his manager off his back about therapy.

He parked his car in front of the clinic, a standalone building that exuded a mystical heritage vibe, reminiscent of 18th-century American architecture. The windows were adorned with multi-paned glass in hues of green and purple, held together by sturdy muntins. Despite the inevitable erosion marks of time and wind, the frames retained their solid craftsmanship. The walls, built from aged bricks, bore smoothed edges weathered by years and water. The wooden door, adorned with intricate glasswork in shades of green and purple, added to the building's enchanting allure.

"An old building for an old lady, hehe," Jaxon thought to himself with a smirk. He pressed the bell on the wall. A soothing female voice emanated from the speaker, "Welcome, Mr. Sargis. The door is unlocked; please come in."

Jaxon walked into the clinic and noticed the empty front desk. The interior looked surprisingly modern compared to the exterior. The walls displayed a couple of certificates, including a Doctorate from Harvard issued in 2000 to Selena Kimberly Isabella Sanders.

As he waited, Jaxon couldn't help but think back to the night before. The memories came flooding in, vivid and intoxicating.

After wrapping up his busy day on set, Jaxon returned to his apartment, where two of his most ardent fans awaited. They had been handpicked, their admiration for him palpable and electrifying. As soon as he entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with anticipation.

The night began with slow, deliberate touches, the fans' hands exploring every inch of his sculpted body. Jaxon stood in the center of the room, flexing his muscles, his skin glistening under the soft light. The fans' eyes were wide with awe and desire, their fingers tracing the contours of his biceps, abs, and thighs.

Jaxon guided them to the bed, their eager hands undressing him piece by piece. As he lay back, his powerful frame stretched out, the fans took turns worshiping him. Their lips and tongues moved over his body, kissing, licking, and sucking with fervent dedication. Jaxon’s body responded to every touch, his muscles tensing and flexing, his arousal growing with each passing second.

He felt their mouths on him, one teasing his nipples while the other focused on his throbbing member. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that had him moaning and writhing on the bed. Jaxon gripped the sheets, his body arching as he felt the fans' tongues dancing over his most sensitive spots.

Switching positions, the fans moved with a practiced grace, one straddling his hips while the other kissed and nipped at his neck. Jaxon’s hands roamed over their bodies, gripping their hips, guiding their movements. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, their gasps and moans harmonizing in a primal melody.

As the night wore on, Jaxon took control, flipping one fan onto her back while the other continued to pleasure him. He moved with a primal intensity, his thrusts powerful and deep, driving them both to the brink of ecstasy. The fan beneath him cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as she climaxed.

 

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Not wanting to leave the other unsatisfied, Jaxon switched again, this time letting the second fan ride him. Her movements were frantic, desperate, as she chased her own release. Jaxon’s hands gripped her thighs, guiding her rhythm, his own pleasure building to an explosive peak.

With a final, powerful thrust, Jaxon roared his release, his body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over him. The fans joined him in their climaxes, their bodies trembling and spent. They collapsed in a heap, their breaths mingling as they lay entwined, basking in the afterglow.

By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Jaxon and his fans were exhausted but deeply satisfied. The night had been a testament to his allure, his power, and the magnetic pull he had over those who worshiped him.

His thoughts were interrupted as a door opened. A tall, striking woman with sharp features and piercing green eyes stepped into the reception area. She looked nothing like the old lady he had imagined. Instead, Dr. Sanders looked like in her early thirties or late twenties, with a presence that commanded respect and a beauty that hinted at a youthful spirit. He didn't expect her to be one of the most attractive women he had ever met, Yet he found himself strangely drawn to her, a curiosity he couldn't quite explain.

"Mr. Sargis, I'm Dr. Sanders. Please, come in," she said, her voice calm and assured.

Jaxon followed her into a well-appointed office. The room was decorated with a blend of contemporary and classic elements, with a large window that let in natural light, highlighting the sophisticated decor.

"Please, have a seat," Dr. Sanders gestured to a plush chair.

Jaxon sat down, feeling a mix of curiosity and trepidation. Dr. Sanders took a seat opposite him, her gaze steady and penetrating. She then extended her hand to shake his. Jaxon was captivated by her, especially addicted to her unique scent. She moved with a feline grace, her lithe, slender body exuding an effortless elegance. She possessed a timeless beauty, with delicate features that were both striking and refined. Her long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face perfectly. Her large, expressive emerald eyes, reminiscent of a cat's, captured the attention of anyone who met her gaze. With high cheekbones and a hint of Native American heritage in her features, she carried herself with a blend of confidence and mystery. Her fit and toned physique only added to her captivating allure.
Her scent was an intoxicating mix of exotic spices and a hint of floral sweetness, leaving an unforgettable impression on anyone who got close. It lingered in the air, drawing Jaxon in like a magnet. He found himself entranced by her presence, the unique blend of her natural beauty and irresistible aroma creating a spell he couldn't break free from.

"Hi, Mr. Sargis, nice to meet you. Let me introduce myself; I'm Dr. Sanders. I assume you've read my message. I'm here to help you with your sensitivity training."

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I have read the message. Thank you. Call me Jaxon," Jaxon answered clumsily, clearly distracted by his thoughts.

“That’s all right, Jaxon. Now tell me a bit about yourself and what you're hoping to achieve in the session,” Selena asked calmly, lighting a green candle in the meantime.

“OK, Dr. Sanders. I'm Jaxon Sargis, 30 years old, born and raised in Chicago. My parents are from Romania. They came here to escape the war. Acting's been my passion since forever because I love seeing how it lights up people's days. Last year, you might've caught me in a TV show called *Newbie,* playing the rookie cop who saves the day. It was a blast, and now we're gearing up for the sequel.

The issue started on the set of the sequel when I hired a new assistant, Mei. She seemed really into me, and we had a few drinks one night. I swear nothing inappropriate happened between us, but the next day she accused me of misconduct. I honestly can't recall what happened. Mrs. Jones handled everything and had Mei sign an NDA. However, the producers and investors found out about it. They've required me to attend this session to manage this risk. I hope this session helps me sort things out,” Jaxon answered with a sense of defeat.

"Thank you, Jaxon. I think this is a good first step, and I appreciate your honesty and openness with me," Selena replied in a soothing and calming voice. She took a quick glimpse of the candle and then turned her focus back to Jaxon. "I can sense this is something that's making you uncomfortable, and I'd like you to take a deep breath to relax," Selena said calmly as she lit up another candle.

 

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Jaxon closed his eyes and took a deep breath, unintentionally inhaling the scent from the candle. Its familiar yet foreign aroma filled his senses. With each inhale, he felt as though he was floating in the air. Strange waves of energy washed over him, causing his body to tremble with a sense of ecstasy. He didn’t realize the candle was emitting a powerful love potion designed for men. The enchantment gradually took over his body as he breathed it in, putting him in a hypnotic state.

"Could you dig deeper into your memory and tell me what happened that night?" Selena calmly asked Jaxon.

Jaxon began to feel the effects of the potion. He responded, "I don't remember. I don’t… I brought her to the bar because she said she was my fan. I thought she was into me. She kept handing me shots. She couldn't get drunk. She pulled me to the back of the bar. She kissed me... I can't remember. It's all a blur."

“Do you take all your fans to the bar? Why did you take her there?" Selena asked with her soothing and enchanted voice, noticing the potion was beginning to take effect.

"No, I usually meet my fans at my place if I want to have sex with them. It's more private. We just had a drink to see what she was about. I didn't want Mrs. Jones to find out. I'm supposed to meet her at my place every Saturday." Jaxon replied, his mind slowly fading as the potion took hold of him.

"What's your relationship with Mrs. Jones?" Selena inquired.

"My manager is great at finding me jobs, and she brought the producer and investors to my place. We have fun together, and they give me work regularly. But now, I've found a new rep in LA. I'm going to say goodbye to her because I want a fresh start and to become a serious actor, starring in movies and stuff." Jaxon replied, the potion fully taking control of his mind and body.

Selena noticed the potion had achieved its desired effect. She rose from her couch and commanded, "Stand up, Jaxon." Jaxon responded to the command instantly, like a mindless puppet. Selena extinguished the candles and opened the entrance to a secret room, revealing a setup akin to a festival dinner table, perfectly arranged for the centerpiece—the star of the occasion—to take center stage.

"Come with me," she instructed. Jaxon followed her, his movements mechanical and devoid of his usual charisma. Inside the room, the ambiance was surreal, with soft lighting casting an almost magical glow over the lavish setting.

Selena led him to a large, ornate chair awaited. "Sit down, Jaxon," she commanded, and he compiled without hesitation.

The room filled with an exotic aroma as Selena lit more candles around them. She moved closer, her presence intoxicating. "You see, Jaxon," she whispered, her lips almost brushing his ear, "this is more than just a therapy session. This is about discovering a deeper, more primal part of yourself."

As she spoke, her hands began to roam over his body, her touch sending shivers down his spine. "You need to embrace this side of you," she continued, her voice a hypnotic melody. "Let go of your inhibitions and surrender to the pleasure."

Jaxon’s body responded to her touch, his muscles tensing and flexing as waves of arousal coursed through him. The potion had heightened his senses, making every caress, every whisper, an overwhelming experience.

Selena’s hands moved lower, teasing him, exploring him with a confidence that left him breathless. "You’ve been craving this, haven’t you?" she asked, her eyes locking onto his with a knowing look. "The worship, the adoration… you need it."

"Yes," Jaxon breathed, his voice strained with desire.

Selena's words hung in the air, tantalizing and full of promise. "Then let me show you what it means to be truly worshiped," she whispered, her lips finally meeting his in a kiss that ignited his senses. The night ahead promised to be unlike anything Jaxon had ever experienced, a journey into the depths of his desires under Selena’s expert guidance.

 

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Selena led him through an ominous-looking entrance into her guarded secret ritual chamber. In the center of the room lay a gleaming silver plate, its surface catching the ambient light and casting soft reflections across the space. Around it, crimson ropes were scattered, their intricate patterns hinting at both restraint and artistry. A single mouth bit, a symbol of intimacy and trust, completed the tableau, its presence promising a journey into the depths of desire and exploration. This setup whispered of anticipation, where boundaries blurred and desires found voice in the dance of shadow and magic.

In this steamy ritual of fantasy, Jaxon was the centerpiece of a tantalizing ritual. Stripped bare, he knelt on the silver plate, embodying the essence of anticipation and submission. Selena's smile deepened, a blend of mischief and mastery. She approached Jaxon with deliberate grace, her fingers trailing lightly over his skin, sending shivers of anticipation through his body. The crimson ropes lay scattered, each one a symbol of the pleasure and restraint to come.

"Let's begin," she murmured, her voice low and hypnotic.

She picked up a length of the crimson rope and began to bind Jaxon's wrists together, her touch firm but gentle. The ropes wound around his muscular arms, emphasizing the sculpted bulges of his biceps and triceps, the red contrasting beautifully against his tanned skin. Each knot was tied with precision, securing him but not causing pain—only heightening his sense of anticipation.

Selena's hands moved down his body, caressing every contour, feeling the tension in his muscles as she wrapped the ropes around his chest. The intricate patterns of the bindings accentuated his pecs and abs, each knot placed strategically to highlight his physical perfection. Jaxon’s breathing became shallow, every touch from Selena sending waves of arousal coursing through his body.

The red ropes continued their journey, winding around his thighs and calves, binding him to the silver plate. Each knot was a declaration of control, a reminder of his submission. Selena's fingers brushed against his fully erect member, making him moan softly, a sound of pure need.

"You're doing well, Jaxon," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Now, let's make sure you're ready for your worshippers."

She took another length of rope and tied it around the base of his erection, the sensation causing him to gasp. The binding was tight but not painful, designed to enhance his arousal and keep him on the edge of pleasure. She tied the end of the rope to the ceiling, causing his shaft to stand even more proudly, almost like an offering to the goddesses before him.

Selena stepped back to admire her handiwork, Jaxon kneeling on the silver plate, his body a masterpiece of restraint and desire. His muscles bulged against the ropes, every line of his physique accentuated by the bindings. He was completely at her mercy, his vulnerability and arousal making him the perfect submissive plaything.

As he waited, like a festival turkey yearning to be devoured, there was a primal allure to his vulnerability, his body exuding a raw desire to be conquered. The ambiance crackled with the promise of indulgence and taboo, hinting at a feast of senses where every touch, every glance, amplified the intensity. It unfolded like a dance of lust and submission, where Jaxon's presence as the offering ignited passions and desires, embodying a tantalizing fantasy brought to vivid life for those who worshiped at his sensual altar.

The three women—Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Evans, and Mrs. Hall—approached Jaxon, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. They circled him, their fingers trailing over his bound body, exploring every inch of his tanned, hard muscles. Jaxon’s moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and submission.

Mrs. Jones leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "You thought you could leave us, Jaxon? Now you’ll understand what it means to be truly owned."

She kissed him deeply, her tongue exploring his mouth as her hands roamed over his chest. Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Hall followed suit, their touches igniting his senses, their mouths leaving trails of heat and desire on his skin. They took turns worshiping his body, their hands and lips exploring every inch of his muscular frame.

Jaxon’s mind was a haze of pleasure, his body responding to every touch, every kiss. He was lost in the sensations, his arousal building with every moment. The ropes around his shaft kept him on the edge, his need for release growing more intense with each passing second.

"Thank you, Dr. Sanders. This is perfect, and we are pleased to work with you," Mrs. Jones said with excitement in her eyes. The other two women, Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Hall, stood beside her. They were the producer and investor for Jaxon's new show, clearly impressed by what they had seen.

Mrs. Jones had represented Jaxon for over eight years. They met on a Florida beach where Jaxon was still trying to find some modeling gigs to pay his rent. Initially, she saw Jaxon as just another young man seeking opportunities. His charming smile and his tanned, muscular body left an impression, but it was their first night together that ignited a fiery passion in her.

As Jaxon's agent, Mrs. Jones witnessed his transformation from a struggling model to a rising star. Their professional relationship soon became deeply personal, fueled by Jaxon's irresistible allure and Mrs. Jones's growing obsession with him. That's why the betrayal cut so deep when she learned Jaxon had replaced her with a new agent, a revelation delivered by Mrs. Evans, who had connections in LA.

Feeling furious and betrayed, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Evans, and Mrs. Hall began plotting their revenge against Jaxon. Fate intervened when Mrs. Hall’s friend introduced her to Dr. Sanders, a practitioner of ancient and potent spells.

Dr. Sanders offered them a solution steeped in magic—an enchantment that would not only exact their revenge but also bind Jaxon to their every desire for eternity. Under Selena’s spell, Jaxon would become their devoted servant, surrendering his body and spirit to their whims forever.

"Are you sure you want to share this man, his body, his essence, and his spirit? With this spell, he will be forever bound to you," Selena asked, seeking their confirmation.

Mrs. Jones stepped forward, her eyes glinting with determination and desire. "Absolutely. We want him to know his place, to be forever at our mercy and service."

Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Hall nodded in agreement, their faces flushed with anticipation. "Yes, we agree. He will be ours to command and cherish, forever bound by this ritual."

Selena smiled, a knowing, almost predatory smile. "Very well. Let the ritual begin."

For Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Hall, Jaxon was to become the perfect addition to their collection of playthings. For Mrs. Jones, he would remain her personal conquest, forever under her control. Jaxon became like a prized possession, his muscular body a tantalizing feast for their desires.

Jaxon was now plated, both literally and metaphorically, like a sumptuous dish ready to be savored and devoured for the guests' ultimate pleasure. His muscular frame glistened with a sheen of perspiration, highlighting every curve and contour of his muscular physique, accentuating every contour and making him appear more enticing than ever. Bound and gagged, Jaxon struggled against his restraints in vain, his efforts only serving to showcase his toned physique and amplify the allure of his helplessness. His eyes, wide with awareness yet clouded by the spell's intoxicating illusions, bore into his captors with a mixture of fear and desire. He was fully awake to his predicament, acutely aware of the arousal he stirred in them.

 

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The ritual commenced with an ancient glaze, a potent Maya potion that heightened sensations of pleasure and submission. They dipped uniquely shaped red brushes into the sticky, amber-colored glaze, whispering incantations as they painted every curve and cut of Jaxon’s perfect physique.

Mrs. Jones, overcome with desire, stepped forward first. She traced the glaze over Jaxon's broad chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips. Her touch was possessive, claiming him inch by inch as she leaned in to press her lips against his collarbone, tasting the mixture of glaze and sweat.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Evans and Mrs. Hall took turns admiring and exploring Jaxon's sculpted abs and powerful arms. They ran their hands over the glistening glaze, marveling at the way it accentuated every ridge and muscle. Their touches were both tender and possessive, marking him as theirs.

The glaze was a potent Maya potion, a closely guarded secret of Selena’s lineage, passed down by her esteemed Indian chief ancestor. It ignited carnal desires, intensifying ecstasy instead of fear, making the recipient obedient and pliant to the priest's commands. This elixir unleashed primal urges, heightening pleasure to unprecedented levels, serving as a tool of control and indulgence in the ritual's erotic intensity, ensuring complete submission.

As they applied the glaze, Jaxon’s body tingled with heightened pleasure, embracing his role as the centerpiece of their desires. His masculine energy flowed freely, his arousal evident as his body responded eagerly to their ministrations. The women savored his reactions, each touch and stroke drawing out deeper moans of pleasure from him.

As they applied the glaze, Jaxon's body tingled with heightened pleasure, despite his restrained state. His limbs were bound securely, wrists and ankles held fast by sturdy red ropes that left him unable to move. Suspended from the ceiling, his cock was also constrained, firmly affixed by a silk rope tied around its base, ensuring his arousal remained at their mercy.

Every touch of the glaze sent waves of sensation through him, his muscles flexing involuntarily against the bonds that held him captive. His chest heaved with each breath, the muscles tensing and releasing as he strained against his restraints, unable to escape the exquisite torment of their touch.

His cock, held aloft by its tether, throbbed with need, the glaze enhancing its sensitivity to an almost unbearable degree. Precum dripped steadily from the tip, pooling beneath him as a testament to his uncontrollable desire. Each stroke of the brush over his body elicited moans that echoed through the chamber, a symphony of pleasure mingled with frustration as he yearned for release that remained just out of reach.

Jaxon's entire being was now focused on the sensations coursing through him, his arousal mounting with each passing moment. Bound and suspended, he was completely at their mercy, his body a canvas for their desires. The glaze seemed to amplify every touch, every stroke intensifying his pleasure and deepening his submission. His cock, a pillar of longing pointing skyward, ached to be touched, stroked, and ultimately consumed in their ritual of pleasure, a testament to his surrender and their dominance over him.

The climax of the ritual arrived with Jaxon's essence—an intoxicating elixir that mixed with the glaze, creating a potent aphrodisiac. Jaxon's body trembled as he reached the peak of ecstasy, his muscles tensing and his breath quickening. He arched his back, muscles flexing beneath the glaze, as waves of pleasure surged through him.

His climax was intense—a torrent of release that overflowed with raw, primal energy. Thick ropes of his essence spilled forth, mixing with the glaze on his skin in a shimmering cascade. Each pulse was a testament to his surrender, each moan a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the chamber.

The women gathered eagerly around the pool of Jaxon’s finest silver essence. With delicate silver spoons, they collected the intoxicating, supercharged liquid into their ornate silver cups. His potent sperm reacted with the magical potion, creating a powerful aphrodisiac elixir that shimmered with otherworldly allure. As they sipped, the raw energy of Jaxon surged through them, igniting a heady sensation that swept through their bodies like a wildfire of desire. They quickly drained the pool of his essence, savoring every drop with ravenous delight.

To capture the very last remnants, they turned to specially made bread, soaking up the essence that clung to the edges of the pool. It was just an appetizer, a tease of what was to come. Hooked on the intoxicating taste and the promise of more, the women looked at Jaxon with hungry eyes, their anticipation growing for the tantalizing feast ahead.

Meanwhile, Jaxon, under the spell of the potion and the glaze, teetered on the edge of climax. Waves of pleasure surged through his bound and suspended body, pushing him closer to the brink. His muscles, already defined and sculpted, seemed to swell even more under the enchanting touch of the potion. His chiseled abs glistened in the ambient light, each ridge and valley more pronounced, a testament to his physical prowess and the intense pleasure coursing through him.

He resembled Prometheus in this moment, offering himself up like the Titan bound to the rock, his muscular form a sacrifice of raw power and ultimate surrender. Every sinew of his body quivered with anticipation, each muscle defined and sculpted under the spell's influence. His skin, flushed and radiant, glowed with the intensity of his desire, reminiscent of the Titan's enduring flame.

Just as Prometheus endured the relentless pecking of the eagle, Jaxon too felt consumed by their desires. His essence, now charged with the potion's potent magic, threatened to spill over in a cascade of unrestrained lust and ecstasy, a testament to his complete submission to their will. Teetering on the edge, his every breath echoed the primal yearning of a Greek god yielding to forces beyond his control.

In this ritual of indulgence, Jaxon became both prey and offering, his body a banquet of sculpted flesh waiting to be devoured. His chiseled abs, akin to the marble sculptures of ancient gods, glistened with the sheen of arousal. Each tremor that coursed through him mirrored the eagerness of Prometheus as he surrendered to his fate, his essence a fountain of desire ready to be tasted and consumed by those who held him captive.

 

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As his hung cock suspended, bound in helpless ecstasy, Jaxon embodied the essence of Prometheus, sacrificing himself to the insatiable hunger of those who commanded him. His surrender was not just physical but spiritual, a willing offering to satiate their deepest cravings and desires.

Selena brought out a big silver plate, elegantly arranged with finely sliced silver fish, freshly harvested caviar, oysters, and three live glass eels. The exotic assortment glistened under the ambient light, adding an air of anticipation to the feast. With a playful glint in her eye, she teasingly placed slices on Jaxon’s sculpted, glistening chest, each piece delicately draping over his big shoulder and pecs. His powerful muscles tightened under her touch, the mixture of his pheromone-infused sweat and the love potion causing the slices to cling sensually to his glazed skin.

From a distance, it resembled a skilled chef artfully drizzling a translucent, creamy glaze over a perfectly cooked, tantalizing feast. Selena’s fingers traced patterns along his skin as she positioned the bowl of caviar and oysters under his fully erect member, intensifying the audience's anticipation of what would unfold next.

As Selena chanted her arcane incantation, the atmosphere in the chamber crackled with a heady mix of anticipation and dark desire. Around Jaxon, bound securely on the silver plate adorned with intricate runes, the air shimmered with ethereal energy.

Selena, a sorceress of commanding presence and allure, wielded a pair of slender silver chopsticks with ancient glyphs. Between them slithered a translucent glass eel, its lithe form glistening under the flickering candlelight.

With precise movements, Selena guided the eel toward Jaxon's exposed, throbbing manhood. The eel, sensing Jaxon's heat and the scent of his arousal, quivered with anticipation. Selena's touch was both tender and commanding as she directed the eel closer to its target.

Jaxon's breath quickened as the eel made contact with his sensitive flesh. The initial touch sent a jolt of conflicting sensations through him — a blend of discomfort and an electrifying rush of pleasure. Bound and unable to move, he could only submit to the unfolding ritual.

With each sinuous movement, the eel delved deeper into Jaxon's urethra, exploring its depths with a curious determination. At first, Jaxon squirmed against the invasion, muscles straining against the silver bindings that held him fast. Yet, as the eel continued its explorations, waves of intense sensation washed over him.

The eel's cool, slick body moved with a hypnotic rhythm, teasing and tormenting Jaxon's senses. His member throbbed and pulsed under its touch, betraying his body's conflicted response. Pleasure mingled with a hint of pain, intensifying the erotic tension that hung thick in the air.

Selena's voice rose in a low, commanding chant, amplifying the eel's movements and intensifying Jaxon's sensations. Each wriggle of the eel sent sparks of ecstasy through him, pushing him ever closer to the edge of ultimate surrender.

Bound upon the silver plate like a prized feast awaiting its devourer, Jaxon's world narrowed to the swirling sensations within him. His body surrendered to the eel's invasive exploration, caught in a web of pleasure and control spun by Selena's dark sorcery.

Selena, unfazed by Jaxon's increasingly frantic movements, skillfully inserted the second and third eels into his urethra. Jaxon's body convulsed with overwhelming sensation, his breath hitching and a guttural moan escaping his lips. The invasive penetration sent waves of intense stimulation through him, mixing pain with an inexplicable, twisted pleasure. He couldn't help but whimper and squirm in his restraints, his cock leaking and oozing precum, a clear sign of his arousal and distress.

Afterwards, Selena brought three women before him and commanded, "Serve and obey your master." Despite the torment, Jaxon strained to open his eyes. Before him stood Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Evans, and Mrs. Hall. There was no surprise this time, only a desperate, pleading look in Jaxon's eyes. Shame and arousal mingled within him, along with an irresistible urge to surrender completely to them, to beg for the climax he yearned for.

"Please, let me cum. I'll give you everything," Jaxon begged desperately, his voice muffled by a mouth guard, which Selena promptly removed. He repeated his plea until the three women asked, "Will you be our eternal servant, offering yourself entirely to us?"

"Yes, yes, release me," Jaxon moaned urgently, his voice thick with desire and submission. With their agreement, the ritual was sealed. This dark, handsome man would forever be their personal property, willingly submitting to their pleasure and fulfilling their deepest desires.

Selena smiled at the three women and revealed a golden urn, its surface etched with arcane symbols that shimmered in the flickering candlelight. Within it lay a magical oil, infused with powers beyond mortal understanding, warmed to a gentle, enticing heat. Selena's hands trembled slightly as she poured the magic-infused oil over Jaxon's glistening, muscular form. The oil cascaded down his chest, arms, and abs, glinting like liquid gold under the flickering torchlight. As it flowed, it carried with it the essence of Jaxon's masculinity, mingling with the enchantments woven into its very essence.

Unseen to the eye, deep within Jaxon's loins, the eels stirred within their new found sanctuary. Bound by ancient rites, they writhed with newfound vigor, responding to the potent energies coursing through his body. Each surge of magic intensified as it mingled with his essence, infusing him with primal power.

The silver fish, carefully placed on his skin, sizzled and seared under the heated touch of the magical oil. Their thin out layer glistened as they absorbed the essence of Jaxon's arousal, becoming imbued with his flavor—a heady blend of sweat, desire, and masculine potency.

As Selena continued to pour, the sensations intensified. Jaxon's body arched involuntarily, muscles rippling beneath his skin as pleasure and pain coalesced into a symphony of sensation. The oil, now infused with his essence, began to cook the fish, its aroma mingling with the spicy scent of arousal that filled the air.

His dark nipples, exposed and vulnerable, reacted to the oil's touch with exquisite sensitivity. They stiffened under the dual assault of heat and magic, sending waves of ecstatic torment through his body. Each touch amplified the sensations coursing through him, pushing him closer to the edge of ecstasy.

And then, as the culmination of their arcane ritual approached, Jaxon's body tensed with the impending release. His shaft, engorged and pulsating with primal urgency, throbbed with anticipation, desperate to unleash the essence that had been building within him. With a guttural cry that echoed in the chamber, he unleashed thick, creamy streams of essence that cascaded forth in a torrent of release.

 

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But that was not all. As he climaxed, a deeper, more primal force surged from deep within him. From the depths of his being, the eels, bound by ancient magic within his prostate, were expelled through his urethra in a powerful surge. They writhed and twisted, their sleek bodies glistening with the essence of his arousal, adding to the intense, erotic spectacle unfolding before them.

In the climactic moment, as Jaxon's body convulsed with ecstasy, the forceful expulsion violently pushed the eels from his urethra. They emerged, sleek and silver, now infused with his creamy essence and traces of crimson—an essential sacrifice for the spectacle that unfolded. The aromatic essence of Jaxon permeated the platter below, where caviar and oysters awaited, their flavors heightened by the essence of his passion.

The glass eels, shimmering with the magical glow of his essence, wriggled enticingly on the platter. They had absorbed the essence of his climax, transforming them visibly as they awaited consumption. Meanwhile, the slices of fish continued to cook, sizzling against his hot, muscular heat, adding to the succulent and tantalizing feast that awaited.

"Let's feast," Selena purred, her voice laden with satisfaction. Four women, poised around the platter, wasted no time in indulging in the delicacies before them. With ravenous hunger, they savored the fish slices, tender and infused with the subtle saltiness of Jaxon's tears and sweat—a testament to his passionate essence.

Each bite evoked the sensation of tasting his very flesh, a dreamy stud they could only imagine possessing. But it was his creamy, thick essence that elevated the meal to heavenly heights. Mrs. Jones, one of the women, savored the taste and texture, her memories of intimate exchanges with Jaxon flooding back vividly. His essence remained as fresh and delightful as her fondest recollections.

Yet, the true highlight of the table lay in the glass eels infused with Jaxon's essence. Enchanted by Selena's witchcraft to absorb his refined energy, they shimmered with a magical glow that mesmerized the women. As they savored each morsel, the eels marked Jaxon as their own, granting them exclusive rights to his pleasure.

With each bite, they elevated Jaxon to the status of their personal possession, the epitome of male perfection in their eyes. The eels, imbued with his essence, transformed them visibly, enhancing both their spirit and physical allure. Their sexual desire surged to new heights as they revealed the power they now held over Jaxon's climax.

In that intimate setting, amidst the heady aroma of passion and the crackling of mystical energies, Jaxon's essence became a feast that transcended mere sustenance. It was a ritual of power and desire, where magic and lust intertwined in a spectacle that none would soon forget.

Luckily for the women, Jaxon was indeed exposed and vulnerable, his sculpted form laid bare before their insatiable desires. The potent energies of the ritual had left him submissive and eager to comply with any sexual advance they desired. Despite the possibility of releasing him after completing the ritual, they relished in the bondage and power they held over this dark, tall hunk of a man.

Mrs. Jones, embodying authority and desire, approached first. She circled Jaxon slowly, her eyes glittering with hunger as she traced her nails along his taut muscles. Without hesitation, she sank her teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp of pleasure-pain from him. Her lips left a trail of biting kisses down his chest before she mounted him with commanding vigor. Each thrust drove him deeper into submission as she claimed him with relentless intensity. Jaxon's moans filled the chamber, a symphony of ecstasy and surrender that fueled Mrs. Jones' dominance.

Behind him, Mrs. Hall smirked with a mix of sadistic delight and calculated control. She tightened the restraints on his wrists and ankles, her fingers exploring the sensitive skin of his thighs and buttocks. Leaning over him, she whispered commands that sent shivers down his spine, her nails digging into his hips as she took hold of his bound cock. With skillful precision, she teased and tormented him, pushing him to the brink of release and holding him there, aching and desperate.

Mrs. Evans, wielding her flogger like an extension of her will, circled the scene with predatory intent. Each strike landed with purpose, eliciting gasps and moans from Jaxon as his body responded eagerly to the sting of leather against his bare skin. She traced the path of the flogger down his back and across his thighs, heightening his senses and deepening his submission with each caress.

Together, the women orchestrated a symphony of dominance and desire, driving Jaxon to the limits of his endurance. As their relentless attentions pushed him closer to the edge, his climax approached with an intensity that shook him to his core. With a primal cry, he released thick, creamy streams of essence that sprayed across their bodies and the floor, marking them as his in return.

With insatiable hunger, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Hall, and Mrs. Evans savored his essence, licking and tasting his cum from each other's bodies with unabashed pleasure. They took turns using him, relentless in their pursuit of his submission and their own satisfaction. Again and again, they pushed him to release, driving him to the brink of ecstasy until he could no longer resist.

Jaxon climaxed repeatedly, his body wracked with pleasure and exhaustion as each release drained him further. Ten times he surrendered to their dominance, his moans blending with theirs in a crescendo of passion and control. Finally, spent and overwhelmed, Jaxon succumbed to the relentless pleasure, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his intense climax.

As he lay there, bound and utterly spent, his consciousness slipping into darkness, Mrs. Jones, Mrs. Hall, and Mrs. Evans looked down at him with satisfaction. He was theirs—a slave to their desires, marked by their dominance, and bound to serve them in ways that transcended mere physicality.

 

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The next Morning, Selena came out of the secret chamber. "Good morning, Mei," Selena greeted warmly as she entered the clinic and saw Mei at the front desk, a smile brightening her face.

"Good morning, Dr. Sander. Thank you for trusting me. There's still so much I can learn from the best," Mei replied with genuine gratitude, her eagerness to prove herself evident in her every word.

Selena nodded approvingly, proud that Mei had not only passed her tests but had become an invaluable asset to the clinic. She had assigned Mei the crucial task of assisting Jaxon, working closely with Mr. Jones to ensure everything went according to plan. The strategy had paid off handsomely, leaving their clients deeply satisfied with what they had received in return.

A small vial containing Jaxon's essence sat prominently on Selena's desk, a silent testament to their success and the promise of a rising star in their midst.

Several months later, the world of Newbie 2 had flourished, becoming a sensation with its leading man settling comfortably into his role, poised for six more successful seasons. Meanwhile, Jaxon's once vibrant apartment had grown eerily quiet. Gone were the days of fans and parties, replaced now by a solitary existence, with only a faint glow emanating from his basement.

As Selena reviewed the developments, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction. Their meticulous planning had not only secured their position in the industry but had also ensured that Jaxon played his part perfectly in their grand design.

Peeking into the Jaxon’s basement, Jaxon was on all fours, naked and leashed by Mrs. Jones, his dark eyes ablaze with intensity. His sweat-soaked hair and beard bore witness to hours of passionate play and unrelenting climax, casting a rugged charm over his otherwise pristine appearance. His tanned, muscular physique shimmered under the warm basement light, each ripple and curve more defined and enticing than before.

Across his handsome face and sculpted torso were deep red hickeys, stark against his bronzed skin, evidence of the fervent kisses and bites he had endured. Whip lines adorned his powerful frame, adding a raw and tantalizing edge to his already irresistible allure. These marks spoke of nights where pleasure intertwined seamlessly with pain, where his sole purpose became pleasing the three mistresses seated in black leather chairs.

Each mistress held a whip, a symbol of their dominance over their obedient servant. Jaxon had long forgotten any pleasure beyond fulfilling their every command, his world now revolving around their desires and whims.

Mr. Jones tightened the leash, asserting control as Jaxon obediently rose to his feet. His naked form glistened under the ambient glow of the dungeon’s dim lights, muscles taut and defined from months of rigorous training under their expert hands. The marks on his skin—hickeys and whip lashes criss crossing his chest, back, and thighs—stood as testament to his devotion and endurance.

As Jaxon flexed, his movements accentuated these marks, turning them into badges of submission. The hickeys, dark and prominent against his bronzed flesh, spoke of the intense passion with which his mistresses claimed him. The whip marks, raised and vivid, whispered of the discipline he willingly accepted, each stripe a reminder of the pain he endured for their pleasure.

His skin, bronzed and smooth, beckoned the gaze of his mistresses who hungered not just for his physicality but for the power they wielded over him. Beads of sweat adorned his chiseled chest, trailing down his abdomen in rivulets that highlighted the exertion he endured under their command. Every flex of his sinewy muscles was a display of both strength and vulnerability, a living sculpture of masculine allure molded by their desires.

In that dimly lit basement, Jaxon existed solely to serve, to embody their fantasies and submit to their every whim, a testament to their dominance and his unyielding obedience.

As he arched his back and extended his arms, the hickeys and whip marks danced beneath the dungeon’s ambient light, creating a tableau of submission and devotion that captivated all who beheld it. Mr. Jones nodded in approval, the tension in the leash easing slightly as Jaxon’s display satisfied their carnal appetites. His bronzed, muscular body, adorned with marks of passion and discipline, exuded an irresistible allure, leaving his mistresses hungry for more of the pleasure and pain he willingly offered.

Months of rigorous training and intense use by three insatiable mistresses had fully utilized Jaxon’s virile manhood. His succulent physique, meticulously captured in raw, erotic photographs, promised untold pleasures and beckoned admirers to secret auditions and auctions. Each image showcased his readiness to please clients and investors, his sculpted form a testament to his submission and his ability to fulfill their every desire.

These provocative photographs served as tantalizing invitations to exclusive events, where directors, producers, and affluent clients eagerly vied for the privilege of experiencing Jaxon’s submission firsthand. His sculpted body, adorned with their desires, became a coveted prize in a realm where pleasure and power entwined in the most intimate and explicit of manners.

Throughout his training, Jaxon was treated as a commodity, his muscular form meticulously sculpted and honed to perfection under the scrutinizing gaze of his mistresses. They reveled in using him as a slave, consuming him for pleasure, sustenance, and labor, extracting every ounce of blood, sweat, and seed. His role as their cash cow transcended mere physical prowess; he became a perpetual reservoir of virility and inexhaustible energy, drained to satiate their desires. This exploitation reached its peak in auctions where his irresistible male perfection drew bids from influential clients—be they patrons of the arts or power-broking Hollywood producers—eager to harness his allure for their own gains.

This truth became an open secret in the shadowy underworld of Hollywood, where Jaxon became a sought-after commodity, willing to endure everything, even the most extreme acts that would easily shatter the pride and self-esteem of a strong-willed Navy SEAL. He underwent degrading rituals and performances, catering to the darkest fantasies of his patrons—whether it was enduring intense physical punishments, submitting to elaborate role-playing scenarios, or satisfying unconventional desires without hesitation. Outwardly, he remained the dark, tall, handsome man, but within, he was a submissive servant, eager to please powerful women and gay men alike.

In one particularly indulgent session, Jaxon found himself enveloped by a haze of pleasure, his tanned, muscular physique glistening under the dim glow of candlelight. His thick, black beard and tousled hair were adorned with a sheen of their climax, a testament to his role as the evening's revered centerpiece.

Twenty guests, driven by primal desire, hungrily explored every curve and contour of his powerful body. They traced their fingers along the ridges of his sculpted abs, leaving trails of arousal that mingled with the dewy remnants of their passionate encounters.

Jaxon surrendered to their collective fervor, his moans echoing in the air as lips and teeth marked his skin with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Each bite and kiss left its mark, melding with the sweat and their intoxicating essences that coated him in a heady musk.

They used him without inhibition, filling every one of his willing openings with their potent climax. Their creamy, transparent remnants cascaded down his thighs, blending with the natural oils of his bronzed skin. He became a vessel for their lust, his body enriched with the mingling essences of sperm, vaginal fluids, and the primal cocktail of hormones released through unbridled pleasure.

Under their commanding gaze, Jaxon obeyed every whispered command, his own arousal peaking repeatedly without needing their direct touch. His member, proudly erect, released thick, silvery spurts that impressed their guests, who eagerly indulged in his essence with a reverence that bordered on worship.

To honor his role as their submissive dynamo, they concocted a bespoke cocktail in his name — the “Silver Romanian.” Crafted with a shot of smooth vodka, it blended with the exotic allure of camel milk and the essence of Jaxon himself, shaken to perfection. A swirl of lime added a tantalizing zest, while freshly picked spearmint crowned the drink with a provocative kiss.

This intoxicating creation whispered forbidden promises to Jaxon’s patrons, leaving them hungry for more, unable to resist the allure of the true Romanian stud captured in liquid form.

Jaxon relished every moment of being treated as both an object and a toy for his mistresses’ pleasure. After intense flexing and a provocative photoshoot, his member throbbed with anticipation, eagerly awaiting their permission to release and satiate their insatiable hunger for his essence — a ritual that had become their weekend routine for the past few months.