Chikan Yōkai

Goro deftly glanced down at the young woman in front of him as she slid into position and grabbed the handrail. As the train started moving again, the crowd shifted, and her shapely ass grazed Goro's crotch. Now that just wasn't fair. She was definitely wearing her skirt too tight. The middle aged salaryman felt himself react, but in the crowded car, no one was likely to see.

He leaned forward just enough to catch a whiff of the woman's perform, a flowery, womanly fragrance that set his pulse racing. God, these little tramps knew what they were doing. He couldn't be blamed for his natural reactions, now could he? Not when they presented themselves with such allure. Almost without thinking, his hand snaked forward, and as the train rounded a bend, and the crowd shifted slightly, he cupped the young woman's shapely ass. Just for a second, short enough that it COULD have been an accident. Maybe. The woman glanced back over her shoulder, and Goro was already staring out the window the window with a bored look, pretending he hadn't even noticed her. He might have gotten away with it, even, if he hadn't gotten cocky. Cupping her ass for a moment was one thing, but there was no mistaking the firm squeeze he'd given her tight butt.

The woman glanced down, but from her angle, she wasn't able to see his partial erection. Goro had more self-control than to let his lusts known so publicly, but he committed the feel of her ass to his tactile memory. When he could get a spare moment, he'd relive the feeling in his mind as he jerked off.

Still, the woman's glance lingered on him as she frowned. She looked as though she was about to say something, but finally decided not to make a scene. However, as she did, she whispered something under her breath that Goro didn't catch.

She was gone at the next stop, and Goro smirked to himself. Another successful "catch". He'd gotten pretty good at this. There wasn't any real harm; women who dressed that hot had it coming, after all. A man like him, busy with his career, didn't have time or patience to woo such little harlots. A firm squeeze was all he needed, appreciating their tight young bodies, and knowing there wasn't anything they could do about it.

As he started to get off the train at his stop, however, he felt something brush against his crotch. He jumped slightly at the unexpected touch to his most sensitive area, and glanced around quickly. But there was no one who might have obviously touched him. Most of the people around were other men like him, rushing off to work. Had some guy grabbed him? He didn't have time to suss it out as the flow of bodies forced him to keep moving. It probably had been an accident, all things considered, as the rush of people were pushed forward.

He got about twenty steps, when this time, there was no mistaking it. Someone outright grabbed his crotch and gave it a light squeeze. Goro jumped again and looked around, expecting to see someone behind him, or to his side, but to his confusion, there was no one! The feeling of the hand, however, lingered on him for a few more seconds, before vanishing.

What the hell? He looked around, turning a few times, as if he might catch some mischievous girl ducking behind him with each turn. But there was no one.

He blushed, however, as he realized his cock was half-hard, starting to make a noticeable bulge in his slacks. He hastily positioned his briefcase to better cover himself as nonchalantly as possible while he waited next to the wall of the subway station. No one was paying attention to him anyway, but just in case, he didn't want to get caught with a boner right after coming off the train. Groping was so rampant on the trains that female-only cars had become more and more popular, and a man sporting a boner coming out of one was definitely going to be looked at with more than a little suspicion.

Goro smirked. If that girl had really wanted to be spared his hands, she'd have used one of the female-only cars. The memory of her firm ass practically tingled on his palm. It did not help his erection go down, however, and he forced himself to sober up.

However, just as his cock began to wilt, he felt something again. There really was no mistaking it this time! A hand suddenly gripped his crotch. Two hands this time! One cupped and gently squeezed his testicles, while the other curled delicate fingers around his cock and gave him a firm stroke. Goro gasped and jerked in place. There was no way someone was grabbing him from behind! His back was against the wall, his briefcase shielding his crotch. And yet, he could feel two soft, but firm, female hands groping him! And what's more, he realized he wasn't feeling them over his clothes. He could feel her hands directly on his skin, as if an invisible woman were reaching right through his slacks to touch him!

He reached down and tried to grab himself, to brush or knock the hands away, even as his dick grew to full mast and tented his slacks lewdly. But to his second shock, his fingers met firm resistance. He tried to reach down, but it was as if an invisible force field was pushing his hand away from his crotch. Try as he might, he could not bring his hand closer than a few inches to his cock.

What the fuck was happening? Forgetting where he was for a moment, he dropped his briefcase, and tried to grab himself. All he could do was awkwardly hold his hands about six centimeters in front of his cock. And the invisible hands were still going, one gently rolling his balls, while the other steadily stroked his shaft.

"Oi! What are you doing over there?" Goro jumped as he saw a security guard coming over to him, a scowl on his face. Several passerby glanced over and made faces, either of surprise or disgust. And to his horror, a teen girl whipped out her phone and started recording him!

Goro panicked, gulped, and snatched up his briefcase, running towards the stairs that led up to the street. The security guard started to chase after him, but Goro was surprisingly quick for a man his age, and the guard wasn't paid enough to hunt him further than the station grounds.

Goro rushed through the crowd, until he made it to his office building a block away. The phantom hands seemed to have stopped at some point during the run, but his cock still throbbed. He kept his briefcase in front himself, and clutched his stomach in a mockery of illness. When he got to his building's lobby, he dashed into the closest bathroom. People let him pass by easily when it seemed like he was about to hurl.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty and he jumped into a stall. Yanking his pants down and pulling off his suit jacket, he sat down on the toilet and his cock aimed straight for the ceiling!

God he was hard! He hadn't been this hard, this suddenly since he was a teenager! He tried to grab himself again, but to his dismay, his hands stopped well short of his throbbing organ! He could barely push his hands past his hips to reach himself! What the hell was happening?

And then he jumped as he felt the hands on him again! One rolling his balls, the other stroking him faster than before. And then he let out a gasp as he felt a hot, wet mouth close over his cockhead!

Goro clutched the sides of his seat and watched with fascination as his cock bobbed in the air. He could see the skin moving, see a glistening of sheen of spit suddenly appear on his cock, see his testicles wriggling, as if an invisible woman really was kneeling between his legs, working him over.

His breath came heavy as she worked him with amazing skill towards a powerful release. She somehow knew exactly how to stroke and suck him, exactly how to build him up to maximum pressure. He let out a shuddering gasp as she sped up her mouth and hand, and squeezed his testicles firmly, and Goro found himself rocketing towards orgasm faster than he had in years! Sure, he hadn't jerked off for a week, but he hadn't been this hair-trigger since his teen years, and he hadn't gotten sucked and stroked like this since college!

He was going to cum! He was going to cum so hard, he was probably going to paint the walls of the stall! He didn't care. It felt good, she was so good, this invisible, ghostly lover. Without a visual to go on, he imagined it was the girl from the train he'd groped doing this to him, and that was it for him! He let out a half-suppressed cry and bucked hard in his seat!

And then... nothing! His eyes snapped open and he let out a little mewing whimper and the woman's hands and mouth stopped, holding him as he peaked, but it was as if in doing so, his own cock "stopped" in response!

She held him that way for several perilous seconds, until his body started shaking from holding the clench of muscles. And then, suddenly, she let go of him. Goro sagged in his seat, breath huffing, his cock painfully hard and his balls aching. What the fuck was that?!

He reached for himself to try and finish himself off, but his hands refused to get closer! If anything, the strange field that blocked his hands had pushed them even further away! He could barely get his hands down past his ribs!

He waited for something else to happen, but after five minutes, his mysterious groper did nothing. Slowly, slowly, his cock cooled off, and started to wilt. Testing a theory, he tried to reach for himself, and found that the smaller his cock got, the smaller the field blocking him got. He still couldn't secure his pants properly until he was almost completely soft, at which point, he was finally able to touch himself again. But as soon as he tried to masturbate, as soon as his cock started to erect, his hands were pushed away again.

What was this? He tried frantically to think how this could have happened. He recalled the woman whispering something after he'd groped her. Was she some kind of witch? Had she cursed him somehow?

As he was finally able to pull his pants up, he realized he was late getting to his office. He was going to have to figure this out later, and hope the phantom hands didn't do more to him. As he stepped out of the stall, however, he jumped again as he saw the large mirror. A cute young woman was smiling slyly at him through the reflection. Goro jerked to the side and look to his left, where the woman was apparently standing. However, in the physical space, she wasn't there. Goro reached out and passed his hand through the space next to him, but felt nothing. In the mirror, however, his arm seemed to go through the woman like a ghost.

He swallowed nervously. The woman winked at him, then leaned close. He felt her breath tickle his ear as she whispered. "One week. Be good, or it'll be longer." And then she reached down, and he felt her hand clasp him right through his clothes again. Then, she vanished from view and the hand disappeared.

His teased cock went rock hard immediately, and he had to wait in the bathroom another few minutes before he could even adjust his pants to better hide his resumed erection.

***

She left him alone the rest of the day. A few times Goro tried to reach down, but the shield stubbornly activated whenever his cock got even a little bit stiff. It made peeing more difficult, as he had to really control himself not to get erect while getting his pants open or he couldn't aim his cock straight.

Still, she didn't touch him the rest of the day. Just what was he dealing with? One week, she said. Was that how long he had to put up with the shield? "Be good"? In what sense?

He could maybe guess. This had happened after he'd groped that woman. He couldn't tell if the girl in the mirror had been the same person; Goro hadn't gotten a real good look at the woman's face. But that woman had whispered something under her breath right before this sudden curse on his cock.

He scowled. The odds were low, but if he saw that woman on the train, if he could recognize her in the crowd, he'd try to confront her.

He never did find her again. But as he went home that night, a trio of girls with dyed hair sat down in the seat across from him. Their short skirts put their long legs on full display, and he couldn't help but get hard. Placing his briefcase in front of himself, he tried not to look, but despite his practiced self control, his cock was up like a jack in the box! He'd been popping boners all day and it seemed his cock wasn't about to quit! Not only had the ghostly woman had left him hanging, and it was like his libido was turbo-charged!

He made himself look away as the trio of girls seemed to notice his discomfort and glared at him. However, even as they did so, the middle one stretched her legs out more, and Goro couldn't help but glance over them. He shifted in his seat as he felt the force field around his cock grow, pushing his hands up from his middle. He kept a death grip on his briefcase, and held it more awkwardly in front of him.

The girls giggled, but they left at the next stop, before Goro could work up the nerve to ask them what was so funny. As they left, however, he noticed another man sitting in another section, doubled over and looking nervously at the girls as they left. And several seats down, tucking himself into the corner most booth, a man about his age was holding a newspaper suspiciously in front of himself, pretending to read it as a smartly dressed woman in high heels had her legs crossed, dangling one heel off her toes, seemingly oblivious to the other man as she tapped on her phone.

Goro swallowed hard as he realized he wasn't the only man who'd been cursed!

***

He had a hard time sleeping as his cock throbbed all night long, and he couldn't do a thing about it!

With little else to do, he tried to look up information on his condition. Seeing other men on the train clearly affected by something, there had to be someone talking about it online.

An hour of searching turned up nothing. Was this some new phenomenon? He spent the next hour testing the limits of this strange curse, looking at porn until he was frantic, remembering all the times he'd gotten away with copping a feel, usually on trains, usually going for the ass of a helpless young woman on the train. But a few times, he'd managed to grope a breast, and in his bolder years, he'd slipped a full hand down a girl's pants to clutch her privates. This was before they had really started cracking down on such things, but he still jacked off to that memory several times a year, imagining where things could have gone further if they'd been alone...

This time, the memory just made his cock throb so hard it hurt! He couldn't believe how wound up he still was when the ghostly woman had only teased him once that morning. Still he had no choice but to put up with it, and he reluctantly forced himself to try and go to sleep.

***

Three days later, he was still popping boners and his balls were aching. Multiple times during his work shift, he found his hands being lifted off his keyboard as his cock started throbbing. Had that ghost woman cursed him with an aphrodisiac spell as well?

He had to grit his teeth and bear it. She'd told him "one week." One week until what? The curse was lifted? He was already starting to go crazy!

This time, as he took the train home, tired and horny, he found himself unable to stop staring at the beautiful women coming and going. He felt practically surrounded by female flesh. And was it him, or were some of the women dressing a bit more provocatively now? Were some of them suddenly less shy about standing or sitting right next to any guy, even when they didn't have to? The morning rush where everyone was crammed in was understandable, but there was less of a crowd going back home, more open seats, and it seemed like there were more opportunities for a quick grab than ever!

Presently, he was sitting, but two young women in tight skirts opted to stand right next to him, chatting as they held onto the bars. As the train started moving, the one girl's ass swayed into full view.

His hand shook. In his tired, horny state, he moved on instinct. As his hand reached up, a feminine whisper sounded in his ear. "Don't you dare!"

He froze, and swallowed hard. His cock was throbbing at full mast, propping up his briefcase without the help of his hands. The ghost was here! Had she always been following him, this whole time?

Well, screw her! If she was going to rile him up this much, and then throw temptation like this at him, he'd show her! More out of spite than lust, he reached up to give the girl in front of him a firm smack right on the ass!

Except, as he whipped his hand upwards, it came to a dead stop about ten centimeters behind the girl's butt. His hand pushed against a force as unbreakable as the field around his cock! Goro blinked stupidly, and in his sleep-deprived state, kept pushing against the force to try and reach the girl's butt. This, of course, did not go unnoticed.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" hollered the other girl, who was facing the first. The girl whose ass was spared his hand jumped and whirled.

"Pervert!" she shrieked and the two girls smacked at him. Goro brought his hands up to shield himself. The hits were pretty ineffectual, but he was nonetheless unable to fight back, lest he make an even bigger spectacle of himself.

"Get off me!" he hollered. "You were wagging your butt in my face!"

"I was not! Pervert! Get out of here!"

Goro glanced around his arms to see other people on the bus watching with mixtures of amusement, disgust, or trepidation. He noticed a couple of the other guys going a little pale and discreetly hiding their crotches. One of them met his gaze and shook his head slightly.

As soon as the train stopped, Goro leaped out of his seat and dashed out. He was still several blocks from home, but he didn't dare stick around.

As he leaned against a wall, catching his breath, he let out a grunt as he felt a ghostly feminine hand clasp his balls and give him a none-to-gentle squeeze. "I warned you," the ghost whispered in his ear. Then the hand tugged him sharply forward.

"W-wait!" Goro gasped. "St-stop!"

"I warned you," the ghost repeated, and pulled him into an alleyway. Unable to stop her relentless hand, Goro was forced to follow, lest she yank his testicles clean off! He followed her deep into the alleyway, stumbling along an unusually long and winding path between the buildings, until he was shoved up against a brick wall, in a tight corner between two apartments. A small overhang made a semi-roof over their position. From here, no one could see them.

Goro reached for himself, but despite the pain, his cock was diamond-hard, and his hands could barely reach down past his chest! As his back hit the wall, however, he felt feminine hands grab his wrists and ankles and pin him spread-eagle against the brick.

A moment later, his clothes flew off his body, ripping to pieces and falling in confetti-like strips to the ground. His briefcase had already been discarded, lost along the drag through the alley.

Only a dim light from around the corner lit the space they were in, and as his cock pointed to the sky, the light glinted off a bead of pre-cum already seeping from the tip. The ghostly woman clasped his cock with both hands this time and steadily stroked him.

Goro let out a long breath of relief. He'd needed to touch his cock so badly for days, but even he was staggered by the sense of relief from her touch! The force field had prevented him from even humping the floor; to feel this ghost woman's soft, firm hands working him again made his head spin!

Her mouth soon followed, sucking him deeply, lovingly. In less than a minute, she brought him to a teeth-clenching, toe-curling orgasm... and once again, he couldn't cum!

She kept working him this time, stimulating him as if to try and force him over the screaming edge of release, but no matter how perfectly she sucked an stroked him, he could not achieve release!