Jonni stared at the clock on the wall, focusing on the time and not the droplet of pre dribbling out of his caged clit. His whole body screamed out with need, and it was still an hour til lunch!

In front of him, spread out all over the desk, was a full day’s worth of paperwork. Purchase requests, astral contracts, requests for familiars, all needing his attention, none of it erotic or stimulating. But ever since he started this job as a secretary for Archmage Seraphina, his libido had been out of control! Before his shift he was able to stroke out a couple orgasms, but during the workday, it was highly unprofessional to jerk off at his desk.

At least, that’s what Seraphina had explained after she caught him with a handful of wasted cream. Being a mage himself, albeit a much weaker one, his cum glowed faintly with white magical power, which made it much more difficult to hide just by closing his hand. She’d shook her head and made him lick up the mess he’d made. How embarrassing! But kinda hot all the same…mages had to retain their mana if they wanted to cast powerful spells after all~

He bit his lip as he thought back to being forced to lick his own product up in front of his boss. Which only made the strain in his cage worse. Why did cum have to taste so yummy?!

“Darnit…” he cussed, wriggling in place. He wasn’t getting work done like this! With a quick look toward the large, gnarled wood door that led to his boss’ office, he scampered off to the restroom. Maybe some cold water would help?

After cleaning up some of the drips he’d spilled into his panties, he examined himself in the mirror. As he looked into the reflection’s bright blue eyes, he felt that there was something…off. Everything looked in place, at least on the surface. From his gorgeous long blond hair that tumbled down his head in curls, to his flattering makeup that he was getting better at applying every morning, to the midriff revealing blouse, knee-length skirt, and black office heels. He looked every bit the sweet feminine secretary he strived to be.

So why did he feel that this was wrong?

He played with the choker at his throat, the only genuine item of jewellery he wore on a day-to-day basis. Though he had plenty of pretty earrings and bracelets, Seraphina didn’t like to show off such material ostentation in her office. The exception to the rule was the silver choker he wore, the one that had a single word in curling red script.

LOSER

Because that’s what he was, deep down. A horny sissy slut loser who could barely keep his hands off his little cocklet. Even looking at the feminine boygirl disaster in the mirror made his clit twitch, which was a bad sign for his productivity…

That’s why his below average cock had been snapped into a chastity cage in the first place. He initially thought it was a blessing. Finally, he’d be able to take his mind off his adorable squirtgun and finally cultivate some magical power to cast, like, actual spells!

But chastity didn’t curb his urges. Instead, they removed even the chance of release. Even simple tasks grew difficult to focus on, when his whole slutty mind was locked on to getting off. On sucking cock, on eating pussy, and in taking the biggest, thickest shafts inside his tight little butt and making him scream.

With a few splashes of water and some perfunctory makeup touchups, he returned to his desk. But try as he might, his eyes glided over the curling, glowing script of the arcanic ink.

He needed to get off…NOW.

Jonni’s eyes turned to the magic wand at his desk. Though he could only use a few trifling spells and cantrips, it was an important tool. Only the most skilled mages could cast without a focus for the powers, and he was no different. Of course, his looked a little thicker than others. A little more…penis-like. With its girthy shaft and bulbous tip, the comparison was easy to make. It had been a gift from Seraphina, after he first showed the first sparks of magical potential, and he’d been ever so grateful…but it was a little embarrassing to be using such a blatantly phallic implement. Now…it was looking like a source of relief, not shame.

With a surreptitious glance around to make sure there was nobody looking, he grabbed the wand, lifted his cute rump off the chair, and angled it towards his tight hole. With a quick whisper of a spell, he cast one of his spells: a lubrication invocation! The wand began to gush and spurt with a slippery fluid that smelled of cherries.

Without further ado, he slid the tip into his hole. He bit his lip as he felt himself part around its impressive width. As the wand plunged deeper, however, he felt something arc against it. Like he’d just mounted a live lightning circuit. He froze in place, unsure what that sensation was. But as he paused, gravity took its toll. His knees buckled, and the wand drove itself all the way and before he knew it, he-

***

Arcanus collapsed to the floor like a severed marionette. Every bone in his body ached to the very marrow, his entire essence drained beyond its limit. The raw current of magic that had flowed through his body since before he could write had been spent. The last crackles of his mana bleeding out from the tips of his fingers into the nullstone floor.

“It’s over, Lord Arcanus,” Seraphina had declared, her hands wrapped around the illusion-form of a crossbow and aiming another glowing green bolt toward him. In the state that he was in, and shot from this close, it might as well have been the real thing.

“Get it over with then,” he said bitterly. Around him, his various magical foci lay shattered. His staff, his dual wands, and his talisman, all snapped by sheer expenditure as a battle between two of the most powerful magic wielders in the world had finally reached its denouement.

Beside them stood the prize, the very reason for their life or death struggle. Nestled in its gilded cradle was an object of ultimate power.

The Omni-Wand.

Where a normal magical focus allowed one to channel their own mana to cast spells, this allowed one to wield the world’s power. Nay, the universe. Reality itself would be the font with which one could draw upon to create, to change, or to destroy.

He’d striven for years to find it. Hidden away in a temple of pure black nullstone, it had defied every scrying, every portalbound scout. But here he was, mere inches from ultimate power…but it might as well have been tossed to the Maelstrom of Ryx. His reserves, once seemingly boundless as the astral sea, were spent. But if he could just…grab…the Wand…

Seraphina’s heavy heel slammed down onto his hand. He screamed in pain and outrage, but his fingers went limp.

“Not so fast. I won’t kill you, but I won’t let you take over the world either. What would you even do with it ultimate power anyway?”

He rolled onto his back and sneered at her. “You cannot begin to grasp the scope of my designs. Had I the wand, I would make a new world. A world without hate! A world without fear! A world where all would bow, and worship, and give thanks to me, their God, for the chance to live in my perfect paradise!”

Although physically just into adulthood, Arcanus’ mind was that of an ancient master of magics. Crammed into a new body once every few decades, this latest was surprisingly pleasant on the eyes. After a few resurrection cycles, he figured he could afford some vanity. Some of the muscle he had crafted it with had faded from underuse, but it was still trim and fit. Not that it mattered now, at the mercy of his archrival. Physical strength meant nothing to a mage. And a mage who had neither mana nor muscle was fit for not but slaughter.

That cruel axiom turned onto him instead of a rival or a pretender made him wince. His age-long doctrine of might-makes-right challenged here, just before his greatest moment of triumph!

“I think you’ve been misled as to just how powerful this thing actually is,” the sorceress said, dispatching her weapon and picking up the wand in one fluid motion. He gasped, waiting for the lightning bolt of fate to hit and vapourize him from reality. When it didn’t, he felt around to make sure he still had all his body parts.

Arcanus gawked up at the younger woman. Much, much younger. A mere 97, by his guess, but you could never tell with elves. Long, slender ears offered much to look at, though they were covered by the wide brim of a felt explorer’s hat. Her warm umber skin was dotted with constellations of glowing white freckles, the colour of magic. She was taller, slightly, and more physically fit, again slightly, but she carried herself with a confidence far beyond her mere single century of life. Had there been different circumstances, he might accept her as one of his concubines/mana batteries.

“You…it’s not safe for someone so inexperienced to use the Omni-Wand. If you would not let me have it, then please, put it back!”

She tilted her head. “And why, pray tell, would I do that?”

“Because you might disrupt the entire world with your blunderings!” he spat, then winced again.

“I’m not gonna fry you, dummy. Though…I’m guessing that even if I leave you alone, you’re not gonna give up until you pry this from my cold, dead hands. You’re a sore loser, correct?”

“I NEVER LOSE!” he snapped, pushing energy into his arms to stiffen out and let him push back to his feet. They collapsed on him, making him fall back to the ground.

“Couldda fooled me,” she said, still examining the wand. “And if you were to get the wand?”

He knew he should lie. Say he could move on. Be the bigger mage. But instead, he did what he had to. He told the truth about his grand ambitions.

“The world is too little governed. It needs a strong, authoritative hand! It needs me…Arcanus…THE INEVITABLE!”

Seraphina rolled her eyes. “Oh for the lovea spuds. Well, if I can’t blow you up, and I can’t leave you alone, I’ll have to find a place to put you where I can watch you. In particular, while I study this dang thing and figure out how to use it safely.”

Time was up. Now or never. With slow, halting movements, the mad king mage rose to his feet. It took a minor miracle and more energy than he thought he had left in his aching body, but if there was one thing that Arcanus did have to spare, it was willpower.

“You…you will give me that wand…” he said, reaching out to call upon his allies in the Fell Nexus, the Terrorverse, and all the many Demiplanes of Kara-Dur. To arms, he commanded, to arms! He couldn’t lose. HE NEVER LOST! He would not be made mockery of. He would not be deprived of his prize! For the man who was once Jonathan Thresher had cast aside mortal needs, mortal moralities, and moral names. He was Arcanus the Inevitable! The Bane of Night! And he-

***

…was totally bottomed out on the shaft! Jonni mewled as his magical focus pressed itself against his prostate, the weak spurts of lube from its tip feeling sooo deviant and lurid. Gosh, it’ll be hard to keep his wand from being stuck inside his needy hole all the time!

He felt like there was something he was missing. Something that had just slipped past the very edge of his thoughts. A memory? There was something in that spark, something important. But the only thing he could put his tiny, squishy mind to right now was his bum, and making it feel so, so good!

He bounced slowly at first, trying to keep the wand from sliding all the way inside. It didn’t have a flared base to keep insertions safe, it was supposed to be a magic focus and a dildo second, so he had to keep his hand on one end to keep from losing it deep inside himself. Gosh, that would make for an embarrassing trip to the chirurgeon!

He rocked himself back and forth, using his muscles to relax and tighten in time with the motion. Already resting against his prostate, the motion worked the wand into pressing against his funbutton, sending bursts of molten pleasure through his body. All attempts to maintain the illusion of working fell to the wayside as he completely fell under the spell of his anal enchantment. He bumped and humped backward, fucking himself until his eyes crossed and his impossible lusts reached their peak.

“Oh…ohh!~” he cried, unable to keep himself entirely silent. Nevertheless, the strangled squeal would have turned anyone’s head. Thick spurts of cream spattered out from his cage and into his panties, naughtily soiling his silky underthings without even touching his “other” magic wand. Those were his favourite orgasms! Made him feel so…

“JONNI.”

His eyes snapped open. Somewhere in his masturbatory haze, Ms. Seraphina had appeared! He blushed a deep crimson, stammering, unable to think of even the flimsiest excuse for his behaviour.

“Miss Seraphina! I…that is..I was distracted and…I couldn’t control myself and…”

But she didn’t look mad. Instead, she shook her head. She looked down prettily…was that how someone could do something? Anything she did was pretty. He was so lucky she’d picked him to be her secretary, but now, he’d just gone and blown…his chance to impress!

“I should have known my little secretary couldn’t keep his hands off himself. You’ve lost your mana all over your pretty panties!”

He let his head sink, eyes locked on her heels. A part of him, quietly, began to wonder if he could get a pair of his own one day. She was just so pretty!

“Sorry…”

After a mercilessly long pause to let that shame sink in, Seraphina lifted his chin to face her. “Sorry for what, dear? Use words so I can hear.”

“Sorry for riding my wand until I creamed my panties like a pathetic sissy,” he mumbled, blushing hot and hard at the words as much as his disgraceful conduct.

The sorceress smiled, patting Jonni’s head like an affectionate owner with a pet. “That’s alright, my little loser. Maybe you’re just not ready to be a real magic user.”

His eyes bulged. “B-but…that’s not fair! I’m already so far behind the others…I want to become a powerful sorceress like you!”

Seraphina’s grin widened. There was something in there, something that Jonni couldn’t quite understand. But he breathed a heavy sigh when she seemed to relent.

“Okay. But we’ll need to perk your mana levels back up,” she said. The secretary knew exactly what she meant by that. His trembling hands reached out to undo her dress and reached in to pull out her fat cock, still flaccid but easily brought to its maximum size with his eager efforts.

‘Oh thank you Mistress! You’re so smart and powerful!” He punctuated his compliments by latching his pretty lips onto her tip, suckling and tonguing her underside like he knew she liked. She let her head loll back, a guttural moan displaying just how much she truly did enjoy having her staff polished.

“I know, dear, I know. And don’t worry: one day, you’ll be a powerful mage like me. But in the meantime, watch the teeth, will you? Or I’ll turn you into a rubber doll for the evening…again~”