Kat's First Boytoy

Note: This story takes place in the World of Civero.


PART ONE

My name is Kat, and I am an esper, a person with psychic powers. Growing up, I had always used my abilities sparingly, taught never to abuse them. However, by the time I hit High School, curiosity compelled me to test and flex my powers; I developed abilities of mind reading, mind control, and some minor illusion casting. I tried to follow my parents’ advice, but when you have such powers, you can’t help but play around with them a bit. Still, I was a “good girl” for quite a while; it was not until college that I decided to really get my money’s worth out of these abilities. What can I say? I was young, horny, and surrounded by similarly young and horny men and women whose lustful thoughts and drives could only be ignored for so long. I decided to finally do something I’d always fantasized about, but never dared to do, even in the hormone-drenched world of High School. I decided to use my psychic powers to fetch myself a boytoy lover.

I first met my boytoy Ben in Creative Writing. I thought he was rather cute, a tall blue-eyed redhead. He was quite creative, sharing stories of fantasy and adventure with the class. He was also shy and had a huge crush on me. Tall, with black hair, green eyes, and a fit body, I was exactly his type. I could feel his eyes, and his thoughts, draw towards me within minutes of our first class together. I smiled, and wondered if he might ask me out. He never did, though, and soon enough, I found myself too busy with school work to really think about dating.

However, halfway into the semester, I could still feel him gazing at me, apparently content to continue admiring me in silence. I would have been flattered, but for a distinct sense of lust radiating off him, getting stronger as the weeks went by. He clearly had a hard-on for me. I wondered why he didn’t just come up and ask me. Was he really that shy?

I decided to investigate this a little further. I figured if he was going to have naughty thoughts about me and not do anything for me in return, I may as well enjoy the show. Peaking inside his head, I discovered a very naughty fantasy indeed. It was rather surreal. He was imagining some sort of elaborate story wherein he was an adventurer captured by a witch, played by me. In the fantasy, I was intent on getting some sort of information out of him, but rather than torture him or use some kind of mind control spell, I was casting spells on his penis, driving him mad with pleasure. As he tried to refuse giving in, “I” would do anything from suck him to fuck him to stroke him to just letting my magic surge through his organ, driving him wild. It became evident that there was no information for him to give, and that “I” was just playing with him for amusement.

I found this fantasy extremely amusing, not to mention very arousing. This was exactly the sort of thing that I had fantasized about doing to someone (minus the witch get-up of course), but never dared to actually try. I decided to plumb deeper into his mind, and saw many similar fantasies. The details might be different, he might be a supervillain, and I a superhero trying to “convince” him to change his wicked ways; I might be a vampire and he a common villager who I wished to turn; he might be a hunter and I a fairy who had decided to capture him and teach him a “lesson” about respecting nature. Heck, some fantasies were even quite mundane, just the two of us in his bedroom, me stroking him slowly as I whispered teasingly in his ear. Always him helpless, totally at my mercy, as I took him to heights of pleasure he could only imagine. The more I looked, the more aroused I became.

I had gotten so into sifting through his thoughts, I almost didn’t notice when it was time to go. I came back to reality and noticed my hand was gripping the side of my desk so hard, my knuckles were white. My nipples were hard, and I felt warm dampness between my legs. As I hurriedly gathered up my things, I looked for him, but he had already rushed out of the room. I suppose my bringing his fantasies up for me to look at had affected him just as much as me; I’m sure he was nursing quite the hard-on right now.

Me, I barely made it to the bathroom before my own fluids could create a noticeable stain in my shorts. The room was thankfully empty, and I cast out a blanket psychic notion that anyone wanting to use this bathroom should go to the next one. Once in the stall, I hurriedly yanked my shorts and panties to my ankles, sat down and spread my legs, letting out a gasp as my fingers touched my clit. I rubbed in gentle circles, and was so worked up, I came in under a minute. I played Ben’s fantasies in my head over and over, adding my own little notions and details, and continued to touch myself, slipping two fingers from my other hand inside me. As I caressed my inner walls and rubbed my clit with greater urgency, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as I came twice more in quick succession.

Only then was I satisfied enough to cool off, clean up, and make my way back to my single dorm room. As I prepared for my next class, I made up my mind then and there that I was going to indulge this fantasy of ours. I couldn’t, of course, set-up an overly elaborate fantasy scene such as his fantasies, and frankly, I thought trying to do so would probably be too weird. But I could certainly accommodate the spirit of the fantasy.

When we next had class, I planted a notion in Ben’s head to go to the college’s main library in a couple hours. As he walked through the stacks, I just “happened” to round the corner, and “accidentally” bump into him, dropping my three books in front of him. Ben immediately bent down to pick them up, instinctively the nice guy, and by the time I was crouching down to help, he already had them in his hand, rising up to give them to me. That’s when he noticed it was me. Instantly, his face went red.

“Oh, man,” he said. “I’m sorry!”

I smiled warmly at him. “No problem.” Taking the books back, we stood, and I made sure he went first, so that as he rose, he caught a glance at my cleavage. His eyes widened slightly, and he swallowed. Internally, my smile became a grin. Poor guy. This was going to be easy, I thought. I almost felt a little sorry for what I had planned for him.

“Hey, so, you’re in my Creative Writing class,” I said. “Ben, right? I really like your stories.”

“Thanks,” he smiled a bit sheepishly. “I like your stuff, too. Uh, I mean, it’s not my type of story, usually, but you write really well. You’ve got a better sense of characterization than I do.”

I chuckled good naturedly, “Well, not all of us are blessed with such a wild imagination. But hey, maybe we can collaborate sometime.”

He smiled broadly. “Hey, that would be great!” He composed himself, trying not to sound too excited. “So, uhm… what are you up to right now?”

“I was about to go to one of the private study rooms,” I said. I gave him another disarming smile. “Care to join me? I do have some homework to do, but maybe we can brainstorm a little bit afterwards.” Ben nodded eagerly. “Okay! I’ll go get a key from the desk. Wait here.” So saying, I turned, and left him standing there, waiting. I had him hooked; now the fun would begin!

Before I got even five feet from him, I started sniping him with naughty thoughts. As he watched me go, images bloomed intensely in his mind, flashes of me in various poses, partially naked, stripping down to full nudity, but coyly hiding my naughty bits. He was mentally smacking himself for thinking such things, but I did not let up, taking erotic pot shots at him the whole way to the front desk and back. In that time, he had retreated a few steps into the shelves, grabbed a random book, and was covering the massive erection he was sporting. Part of him wanted to run the bathroom to quickly take care of this embarrassment, but another part didn’t want to risk missing me when I came back. I reinforced the latter notion. I took my time getting back, returning in about five minutes. By this point, he was no longer resisting the imagery, and was a bit lost in his head. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he jerked out of his haze.

“Hey, I got the key,” I said. “Sorry to make you wait.”

“Uh, n-no problem,” he said, a little huskily. I led him to one of the rooms, a small space with a table and four chairs. The small window looking into the room was blocked by a little poster of some sort, so between that, the locked door, and another psychic broadcast that anyone passing the room should mind their own business, the place was quite secure. We both sat down, and I set a book in front of me, leaning forward to read it and giving Ben another view of my cleavage. Having taken a seat directly in front of me, Ben was immediately entranced by this view. Sensing his attentions, I smirked, and decided to step things up a bit. I found the part of his mind where his libido pulsed warmly. I imagined the libido to be a dial of sort, and with that in mind, I took hold of it, and slowly turned it up. I heard Ben give a small gasp as his arousal suddenly began to rise.

Without even realizing it, he tried to touch himself right then, his hand sliding forward to press against his erection. However, I caught him in time, and I made him pull his hand away. I didn’t want this ending before we even got started. As I half-heartedly read through my text book, pretending to be fully engrossed, I slipped into his mind further, looking for certain nodes and notions. If I wanted this to go to my satisfaction, I was going to have to take a few precautions.

I located several key functions in his mind, and pictured before me a series of switches. My psychic “fingers” brushed over these switches, inspecting which ones did what, until I found the three I was looking for: “Masturbation”, “Sex: Initiate”, and “Orgasm” all currently in the “on” position. I paused before I flipped them. Briefly, I realized how ambitious this was. I had never before attempted so fine tune a control. But I was determined to make this work, and I wasn’t going to let myself get squeamish now. I flipped each “switch” to the “off” position. Now, no matter how much he wanted to, he could not masturbate. Nor could he initiate sex, which would prevent him from just pouncing on me. Nor could he achieve orgasm, no matter how aroused he was and no matter how long or intense the stimulation he felt was.

He must have instinctively felt these changes, even if he did not understand what they were at the time, for he let out a little noise, halfway between a gasp and a short whimper, each time I flipped a switch. I felt a sting of pity, but I was too excited myself now. I couldn’t stop myself. I went back to his libido dial, and I turned it up a little bit more, and punctuated this with a fresh gallery of erotic images, now accompanied by the sounds of women gasping and moaning in pleasure.

He was almost shaking by this point, and his breath was heavy. He was burning with desire, and he found himself unable to do anything about it. He was so lost in his haze, he couldn’t even think of anything to say. I decided, after letting him spin his wheels for a bit, to break the ice.

“Enjoying the show?” I said. I indicated my chest, but did not look up at him.

“I, uh, I…”

“It’s okay, you can look,” I said. “Still, I never knew you were so interested in me.”

“I’ve always been interested…” His voice was thick with lust now. “You’re so pretty, so… uh… so sexy…”

“So why did you never say anything?” I said. I finally looked up at him. His eyes were half-lidded, still locked on my chest. I smiled slightly, and I turned the dial up a little bit more. His eyes widened again, and he squirmed in his seat. I put the notion in his head that he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, just incase he got the idea to get up and run for it before he burst. Not that he could burst now.

“I, uh… oh, god… I was t-too shy… th-thought you wouldn’t be… interested…”  

I turned up the dial a little more. “That’s a real shame,” I said. “I can’t help but think of all the fun we could have already had together.” I made sure he thought of it too, beaming a full on movie of us fucking and sucking each other right into his mind’s eye. He let out a quaking groan. “So, now that that’s out in the open, would you like to have some fun with me, finally?”

“Oh, god… yes… yes!” he was breathing almost raggedly now, gasping out each word.

“Well, I’ll think about it,” I said coyly, and again turned the dial a little higher. His eyes bugged out cartoonishly. “Let me finish my homework first.”

“No…” he choked out. “Please… I need… I need…”

I let out a mock sigh. “Oh, sure, now that the Kat’s out of the bag, so to speak, I’m supposed to just drop everything and immediately service you. I think if you made me wait half a semester, you can wait another hour or so.”

I couldn’t quite hold back the grin as I saw his almost pained expression of pure lust, but he didn’t really notice. His eyes were still locked onto my chest. “Please…!” he gasped.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re lucky you’re so cute. Take your cock out.” He did so, my masturbation inhibition not preventing him from at least revealing himself. I kicked my shoes off and slid my feet into his lap. Even through my socks, I was surprised at how hot his penis felt, and how intensely it throbbed. For a brief moment, I considered having some mercy, and dialing back the intensity of my psychic teasing. But just as quickly, this notion was snuffed by a desire to take it further. I turned the dial of his libido once again, a bigger turn than before, and not so slowly this time. I squeezed his cock between my feet, and he let out a shout that made me jump. His hips bucked in his seat. I realized, as aroused as he was, that simple squeeze would have made him cum his brains out, if I hadn’t turned off his orgasm.

I reinforced the psychic broadcast around the room to make sure no one investigated what was going on inside. Then, I went back to my homework, barely able to focus on it, as I slowly stroked his raging cock with my feet.

An hour later, I couldn’t take it anymore. Ben was beyond forming words at this point, nearly drooling, lost in a world of lust. I withdrew my feet, the socks now soaked with pre-cum. However, the sensations of my feet caressing him didn’t stop as I implanted the psychic impression that I was still stroking him. I slipped into his mind and seized his motor functions, making him stand and tuck his cock into his pants, while I put my shoes back on. I wanted to feel him inside me right that instant, but I wasn’t about to fuck him in the library.

The walk back to my dorm was about twenty minutes at a brisk pace. We were hindered by the fact that I was making sure no one paid attention to us, at the same time trying to keep Ben upright and walking despite never letting the sensations on his cock cease. My own hips twitched reflexively, my shorts soaked, as lust boiled inside my sex to the point it took all I could to not just tackle him and fuck him blind right there on the sidewalk.

We stumbled into my dorm room, and without wasting time verbalizing, I made Ben strip naked and get on the bed. Practically ripping my own clothes off, I pounced on him, and in one smooth motion, took him inside me.

Oh, sweet Jesus… his cock was so hard, so hot, he filled me completely, nearly burning from the inside. I screamed as I came the instant he was fully inside me. I shook and shuddered, falling onto his body, letting him clutch at me as I clutched at him. Even in mid-orgasm, my hips instinctively jerked on top of his, already working desperately for a second release. I shoved myself upwards and rode him hard and fast, waves of pleasure rippling through me as his cock rubbed me with such a delicious friction, unlike anything I had ever felt before. I tried to time my motions to match the bucking of his hips, but it was useless as raw instinct took me over, and all we could do we thrust against each other like crazed animals. I have no idea how I managed to stay on top as I shook violently enough to make my teeth rattle, snarling and screaming in ecstasy. I got so carried away that when my arms gave out, and I dropped down to lie on top of him, I bit him on the shoulder hard enough to draw a little blood. I came and came and came, one orgasm scarcely finishing before the next hit me like a freight train, each climax rocking me to the core. I have no idea how long this went on.

I could only imagine what it was like for Ben. Teased beyond belief, to feel such pleasure so for so long, unable to release, only for it to build and build and build, without end; it had to be absolutely maddening. A few times, I tried glimpsing his mind as we fucked, but doing so only channeled pleasure into me so immense it nearly tripled the force of my orgasms.

Eventually, we must have simply passed out from sheer exhaustion. At least, I did. It was the better part of a day later when I finally came to. I was still lying on top of him, and I realized with a start that he was still inside me. I slowly lifted up, my body aching in protest. I felt like a rubber band that had been overstretched and snapped, stapled back together, and snapped again several times. Ben looked half dead. If it weren’t for the pulse of his cock inside me, and the heat still coming off him, I would have thought he was. I slowly slid off, wincing as he slid out of my sore sex. I felt like weak as a kitten as I collapsed onto the bed next to him, and curled up against his side.

I reached into his mind and saw that he was in dreamless sleep. I slowly coaxed his consciousness awake, carefully cradling him, and soothing away any lingering anguish that might remain. He slowly roused, and blinked at me.

“Oh, Kat…” he gasped. I silenced him with a finger to his lips. Then I slid my hand down and grasped his still hard cock. He let out a sharp cry, and I could feel how much it hurt him, not so much the physical soreness, but the sheer sexual tension and need for release. “Oh, please…” tears welled up in his eyes, “…please!”

I whispered into his ear. “Let this be a lesson not to tease a girl with such amazing fantasies, but never follow through.” I lowered myself down, wincing again, slipped his penis head into my mouth, and flipped the orgasm switch to “on.”

He came so hard, I nearly choked. Thrashing and writhing as much as his sore body would allow, hoarsely crying out, his cock launched rope after rope of thick cum into my mouth, so hard and fast, I could barely keep from spilling. But I managed to swallow every drop, and as he came, I slid my tongue around and around his penishead. I didn’t stop once his first orgasm subsided, and my attentions quickly turned from pure pleasure to pleasurable torture, his now overly sensitive organ unable to take any more. But he was too weak to push me off, and I just kept sucking. I reached into his mind, and fingered the trigger to his orgasm, spurring him to cum again, and then once more. Each climax was as hard and intense as the last, and after three, I was satisfied that he had given as much as he could give in one go. I finally released him, letting him lay in a boneless sprawl, shivering and heaving, on my bed.

He must have no actually gotten much rest while I was out, still being inside me and all, because he immediately fell into a deep slumber. Still too sore to do much else myself, I snuggled back up against him, kissed him on the cheek, and got comfortable. When he woke up, he’d be back in his room, with only his post-sex aches to show any of this had happened at all.

I smiled a bit, and, feeling mean, I reach inside him and clicked the orgasm switch back to off, leaving the other two switches off as well. I was definitely going to do this with him again. Next time, however, I would wait for him to approach me. I wondered how many days it would take.

PART TWO

It was nearly a week later, and I was starting to think I had gone too far in playing the role of the cruel dominant. I’d been so caught up in my own excitement, both from trying out my fantasy for the first time as well as finding someone who I thought would be a perfect match for fulfilling them, I’d let myself forget that as intense as Ben’s own fantasies were, getting tortured like that was not quite so fun in real life.

Still, I didn’t exactly sense fear coming from him the next time I saw him in class, more just abject disbelief that that night had happened. Of course, seeing me again set him off in a stream of arousing memories. I didn’t have to help him along this time; apparently I’d left such an impression, I was practically all he could think about since. Unfortunately for him, no amount of reliving the night’s festivities would flip back the switches I’d turned off in his head. Unable to masturbate or initiate sex, and unable to orgasm even if he could, he could only lay in bed each night, tossing in turning with a hard on that wouldn’t quit.

Perhaps he was waiting for me to make the first move; perhaps he wanted to make the first move, but had no idea how to break the ice. I almost caved in and approached him first, but I stuck to my decision, and waited him out. I figured eventually his needs, and his inability to take care of them by himself, would push him to approach me. Hell, if anything, the sheer suspense of not knowing when I might next do something to him was driving him crazy just as much as his blue balls.

Finally, he couldn’t take it any more, and worked up the nerve to approach me. Just before the start of class, he came right up to me and said, “Kat, can we talk? After class, I mean?” He looked nervous as hell, but still not really scared, which I found encouraging.

I fixed him with a warm, inviting smile, hoping it might ease some of his apprehension. “Yes, I think I would like that.” He let out a small sigh of relief, and we went in. Class was almost unbearably slow, but I forced myself to concentrate on the lesson to pass the time anyway. Ben, I sensed, had no such luck, every moment dragging on as he tried to think of what to say to me. I decided I would let him surprise me, and I quit reading him mind. It proved surprisingly hard to do.

Finally, class was over, and Ben met me right outside the door. “So, um, I think you know what I want to talk about. Can we go someplace more private?”

“Back to my place?” I said with a wink.

He swallowed hard. “I, uh…” He shifted his backpack in front of him, hiding his sudden erection. “I guess, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

“Come on, then,” I said. I started walking about the building, and back towards my dorm. Ben followed right behind, and then walked beside me once he’d gotten his erection under control.

“So, um, well, I’ve been thinking about you.”

“Not surprising,” I said. “How’s that working out for you?”

“Look, I’ve figured out what you are,” he said. “And I don’t appreciate getting raped, physically or mentally.”

I stopped short. I hadn’t actually expected him to call me out so bluntly. We were outside now, next to a set of benches along the sidewalk, walled in slightly by some bushes on either side. Not exactly the most private spot, but my powers would keep anyone from paying too much attention to us. I went over and sat down on a bench, inviting Ben to sit next to me. He did so hesitantly.

“Alright,” I said. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that to you, and well, nothing really excuses that. But I would also like to point out that I’ve spent the whole semester with you boring a hole in the back of my head with your lustful gaze. Eventually, I just couldn’t take it any more, and decided I would give you a little kick in the pants to stop being a pussy and just ask me out. Then I ended up getting a good, hard look of your fantasies about me, and, well…”

Ben flushed. “Oh, god, I was afraid of that.”

I reached over and pat him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. I loved your fantasies. In fact, after I first saw them, it took everything I had not to just masturbate right there in class.”

Ben looked at me with surprise, and seemed unsure how to respond to that.

“Look,” I continued, “I got a little carried away, okay? Believe it or not, what I did to you was something I’d fantasized about doing to a guy for a long time, actually. But, well, you can imagine how that would probably terrify and traumatize anyone else. It’s no excuse, but, given the nature of your fantasies, I thought you could take it, and even enjoy it just as much as me. Since it was clear you weren’t going to take the initiative, I decided to start things myself. And, like I said, I got carried away.”

Ben churned this over in his head and eventually nodded. “Okay, I guess.”

“Okay? Really?”

“Well, I mean… I don’t know. I don’t even know what to think about this. You’re, well, what you did to me was exactly what I always fantasized about. I mean, in a way, it was everything I wanted.” He swallowed. “I just never imagined anything like that was actually possible. And to have it actually happen to me was pretty scary, even if thinking about it gets me hotter than anything else.”

 “I’m really sorry. I really should have just asked you up front, started off with something easier on your system.”

Ben smiled slightly. “Well, if you had, I suppose the mood wouldn’t have been as authentic.”

I let out a soft breath I hadn’t known I was holding. He was actually taking this much better than I’d feared. “Okay. So, are we cool or not?”

He nodded again after a long pause. “Yeah, we’re cool.”

We sat in silence for a few more moments. “So,” I said. “Is there anything else?”

“Uh, well, now that you mention it,” he said. “You did something to me, didn’t you? I can’t seem to, um, masturbate.” He said the last word a bit shyly, and looked away.

I smirked. “Yes, that was me. Sorry, I was feeling a bit mean.”

“Well, can you, uh, can you put me back to normal?”

I pretended to think for a moment. “I dunno,” I said.

“Oh, come on,” he said. “Look, I forgive you, okay, but you could at least put me back to normal!”

I gave him a studious look. “Yeah, okay, I could. But let me ask you first, is that all you want from me?”

He gave me a confused look.

“Look, we both just admitted how much we enjoyed what happened,” I said. “And you know the things I can do to you now. Are you really sure that all you want me to do is undo my little mind lock?”

Ben opened his mouth, then shut it. I could tell he wanted to ask me, but I wasn’t going to push him. I stood up. “Well, you think about it, and when you make a decision, you come find me. If you can remember where I live.” I started walking away.

He jumped up. “Wait, come on, don’t just leave me like this!” I sighed, feigning exasperation.

“Fine then. Ask me what you really want to ask me.” I crossed my arms.

It took him a minute. “Kat, I, uh…” he swallowed. “I would love to do what we did again.” He flushed and fidgeted, but I waited patiently. He took another breath and composed himself. “In fact, I… I think need to do it again. You’ve got me going crazy for you.”

“Need to, huh?” I said. I stepped closer to him. “How bad?”

“Real bad.”

I stepped into him, and hugged him, pressing myself fully against him. His erection was back in full force, and I pressed my abdomen against him. He let out a small sigh; he was so desperate to be touched, even this little pressure soothed his ache, if barely. “Yes, it certainly feels that way.” I pressed myself more firmly against him, and I felt his hips twitch instinctively. I kissed him, closed lips at first, then darted my tongue between his lips and explored his mouth. His arms wrapped around me, and he held me tightly, grinding himself against me. I ground back. I broke the kiss, and he gasped loudly. I kept my hips moving against him. “So, what you’re saying is, you want me too… what exactly?”

“F-f-fuck me,” he gasped.

“Just a fuck?”

“Fuck me... suck me… use your… god, your powers on me… make me cum…” He leaned in for another kiss.

However, before our lips could connect, I pulled right out of his grasp, leaving his lips, and his crotch, to move uselessly against air. “Nah,” I said, and turned to leave.

Ben looked at me with a mix of hurt and anger. “Wh-what? Are you fucking joking?!”

I burst out laughing. “Yes, you dumb, horny bastard. Come on, let’s go to my place.” I nearly laughed again to see the look of total relief that washed over him, but instead just held out my hand. I reached out with my mind, and touched the dial of his libido again. I turned up a little higher. “Just so you know, I’ll be a little gentler this time, but I still won’t go easy on you.” Ben just nodded, already bracing himself for what lay ahead. I kept tapping the dial up bit by little bit as we walked. By the time we reached my room, his penis was nearly tingling with anticipation.

As soon as we were in the room, I pulled him to me and kissed him passionately, pushing him against the wall and grinding my against him. He could barely catch his breath, so caught up with lust and unprepared for my attack. When I finally pulled back, he gasped out my name.

I had no real plan, just going with whatever came to me at the moment. First, I stripped him down. With every article of clothing he lost, I tweaked the dial up more and more. By the time his penis sprung free from his boxers, all too eager to reunite with me, pre-cum was seeping from the tip. Ben reached to grab me.

“Ah, ah,” I said. “On the bed. No trying to touch me and no leaving the bed until I say.” I reinforced these orders with a bit of psychic suggestion.

Ben complied dutifully, his penis twitching away, its foolhardy enthusiasm both endearing and amusing. Staying dressed, I set up a chair beside the bed and smiled at him. I reached out and touched his thigh, slowly tracing my fingers up. Ben let out a shaky breath, then jerked as my hand cupped his testicles. I rolled them in my palm gently, and he let out a low moan. I kept this up for a few minutes, during which time, he became lost in a world of soft pleasure. I decided to give more of an impression, and I reached into his mind again. This time, I located the part that controlled his pleasure receptors. I crossed a few wires here and there, and bypassed a few connections; within moments, I set it up so that any pleasurable sensation he felt was magnified nearly tenfold.

The effect was immediate. The simple rolling of his balls in my hand sent little explosions of pleasure, like sexual fireworks, erupting in his groin. He let out a yell, and squirmed, but he could not move to stop me, and he could not pull away. “Oh, fuck,” he cried. I continued my caresses, and turned up the dial some more. “Oh, shit, Kat, fuck me, fuck me already!”

“Oh, but I am,” I said with a sly grin. “I’m using my powers to fuck with you, just like you wanted.”

“That’s not – oh! – not what I meant!”

“Oh, well, too bad, cuz it’s what I want. And I’m the one with the powers here.”

He looked at me with wide eyes. “Please, just touch me,” he said. “Touch my cock, please.” I slid my hand up until the fingers were just brushing against the base of his penis. Then I pulled my hand away. Before he could protest more, I kissed him passionately again, cranking up the dial. He began shaking with need. I could sense that if it weren’t my psychically enforced orders to stay in place, he would probably tackle me to the floor, rip my clothes off and fuck both our brains out right there. But I wasn’t ready for that yet.

I stood and slowly stripped my clothes off, making his jaw drop with the sight of my body. Then I slid into bed next to him. The touch of my bare skin against his made him shiver, but he jumped with a near yelp as I reached down and settled one fingertip oh-so-gently on the sweet spot of his penis, just below the head. Immediately, his hips began to buck against my finger, but I followed his movements, keeping him from getting any appreciable pressure or friction. Mentally, I forced him to stay more still, and only when he couldn’t even buck his hips, did I lightly trace my finger from the tip of him to the base. Pleasure rippled through him intensely, and he let out a groan. I repeated this gesture, increasing the pressure of my finger ever so slightly each time. The pleasure grew with each stroke, his now overly sensitive organ blooming with sensual delight at my simple caress. He was squirming and groaning incessantly after a few minutes of this, before I nearly blew his mind by whispering into his ear, “Do you want me to suck it?”

His answer was a resounding “yes” that exploded in a series of gasps from his lips. I rose up to a kneeling position and scooted down to between his legs. Leaning down, I stuck out my tongue and slid the warm, hot muscle along his length. I did it again, and a third time. He cried out savagely, and he shook violently yearning more than anything to able to grab my head and force my mouth onto him. Deciding it was enough teasing, I took him into my mouth, and began to suck him. He threw his head back, mouth agape, clutching at the edges of the bed in a death grip.

I took my time, savoring every pulse of his cock as I slid it in and out of my mouth, wriggling my tongue against his sweet spots. He pleaded and begged for me to let him cum, but I allowed the block on his release to hold, enjoying his torment for too much. I became so caught up in the moment, I worked his cock for nearly half an hour.

By the time I released him, he was whimpering pitifully, his face twisted in rapturous agony, jerking as much as my mental limiters would allow. I smiled and decided to give his poor organ a small rest. But that didn’t mean I was done playing; sucking him like that and watching him suffer for me had me so hot, my juices were practically running down my thighs. I scooted up further, and straddled his chest, making him wet with my arousal. I could feel his heart hammering beneath me.

I waited for him to settle down from the lack of stimulation to his organ, enough to realize I was on top of him, and smiled as his eyes focused on me, then widened, taking in fully my nude form looming over him. His nostrils flared as he smelled the scent emanating from my dripping pussy, and his eyes zeroed in between my legs. He let out a soft, “oh…” He actually licked his lips, and for a moment, I was tempted to press his mouth to my sex and have him return the oral favor. But I decided I would torment him even further.

“Hey,” I said. “Remember how you used to be able to masturbate?” Barely paying attention, he nodded, but didn’t look up. I reached down and slid my fingers over my sex, tracing the edges of my lips. I was even more riled up than I realized, as this mere touch made me tingle with pleasure. I let out a gasp.

“Oh, no,” Ben gasps. He still couldn’t take his eyes away, even as he pleaded with me. “Please no, you wouldn’t…”

I would indeed. I slid my fingers into myself with one hand, and worked my clit with the other; I didn’t need to raise his libido any higher, but I did anyway. Ben was nearly in tears as I teased him with a full view my own pleasure, masturbating just inches from his face. Watching his expression of helplessness, aching need, and awe, I could not last very long. I came hard, my fluids spilling over his chest, inflaming him further with my scent. I paused just long enough to make him lick my fingers clean, before touching myself again, and cumming just another minute later. Three more orgasms still, and Ben was moaning almost as loud as I was, desperate to reach me, to touch me, to force me upon his cock and give him the release he wanted so badly. But I would not be so accommodating.

After I calmed down enough, I stood, cleaned myself up a bit, and slid on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, then went to my purse. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, he said, voice shaky “Wh-what are you doing?!”

“Getting thirsty,” I said. “Thought I’d go get a soda. You want something?”

“What do you think?!” he cried.

I laughed. “Oh, no, I’m afraid, tasty as it is, that sort of fluid isn’t quite what I’m looking for right at the moment. Be right back!” Before he could protest, I was out the door, leaving him to ache for my touch all by his lonesome.

I took my time of course, using the bathroom to wash my hands, and slowly making my way to the soda machines down stairs. I was in no hurry, quite thoroughly buzzed from my orgasms. I even stopped to chat for a few minutes with a friend down the hall. I was only gone for maybe fifteen minutes, but for poor Ben, it may as well have been fifteen hours. When I came back, he let out an audible sigh of relief.

“I told you I was coming back,” I said, with a laugh. I offered him a soda, to which he shook his head. Shrugging, I set it to the side, and opened mine, then sat on the chair next to the bed again. I slipped my still bare feet onto the bed, letting them rest on Ben’s thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped. Whatever amount of self-control he’d managed to reclaim in my absence was immediately dashed away as my feet came within barely an inch of his still throbbing cock. I moved my foot, and stretched out one toe to trace along his length just as gently as I had done with my finger. He shook and groaned. “Oh, god, please…”

“Shush,” I said. Still enjoying his suffering, but not in the mood to do anything more for myself, I decided to click on the TV, which was set up just at the end of the bed. I idly flipped through channels and sipped my soda as I continued to stroke him with my toes. I found a movie, some dumb comedy already about halfway over, playing on the university’s movie channel. Deciding nothing else was on, I settled in to watch.

Ben spent the movie lost in a haze of pleasure. I switched feet back and forth, but maintained only my light caress. Only half paying attention to what was on screen, I nonetheless waited the full hour until the credits rolled before I finally returned my attention fully to Ben. He was laying there, mouth agape, eyes rolled up, body twitching and jerking instinctively. Between his hypercharged arousal and the continuous teasing of his super sensitive penis, Ben was a complete wreck.

I lay back down next to him, cuddling him and kissing him on the cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but I let my finger trace along his penis again, and any protests he may have had were dissolved into whimpering gasps. I leaned to his ear, and whispered, letting my breath tickle him. “You should understand something. You are now my toy. My plaything.” I grasped his penis fully, causing him to yell out. “This is not yours anymore. It’s mine. I can do whatever I want to it, with it, anything, whenever I want, and you have no power or even any right to stop me. This is my penis now. Understand?”

He managed to form words long enough to shout, “Yes, yes, it’s yours, please…!”

“Good,” I breathed. “And now… I want to see my penis cum.” I reached inside his mind and, pausing just one more moment for effect, I flipped the orgasm switch back on. Last time, I was unprepared for the force of his orgasm, but since it had been contained in my mouth, I had not had a real appreciation for just how strong it was. This time, even though I thought I was prepared, I was nonetheless quite awed as the cum shot from his dick so hard, he hit the wall behind the bed. The next few shots went equally as far, while the rest splattered him from face to stomach. Several such shots got on me as well, but I did not complain, almost entranced as I was at the sight of such a forceful orgasm. I stroked him steadily throughout, milking every drop I could from him. I let him black out towards the end, deciding a bit of mercy was well earned.

When he was finally done, I went back into his head, and flipped the orgasm switch off, but undid the pleasure tampering, so that his penis returned to normal sensitivity again. After less than a minute, he groaned awake, coming to his senses. He turned and gave me a look of absolute worship. I almost blushed at such attention; instead I settled for kissing him again. He kissed me back as fiercely as he could, but he was weak from the intensity of his climax.

When he could speak again, he nearly babbled. “Thank you, oh, thank you Kat. I don’t even know what to say, that was so… God that was unbelievable.”

“Don’t you mean Goddess?” I teased. We both laughed a bit. “Well, thank you, for agreeing to let me play with you again. I look forward to more sessions like this.”

Ben hesitantly said, “So, ah, what sort of situation are we talking here? Are you going to undo your little block on me now?”

I pretended to give it some thought, but said, “Nah.”

His face fell. “Kat, come on. Seriously?”

“Yes,” I said. “You want to be my lover, then this,” I gave his now semi-hard penis a squeeze, “is mine. I don’t want you playing with it all willy-nilly whenever you want.”

“I… well… do I get your pussy in return or something?”

I laughed at that. “Of course not!”

“That isn’t fair!”

I shrugged. “It’s not my fault you don’t have powers.” I lightly fiddled with my new play toy, feeling its well satisfied softness. Before Ben could protest again, I kissed him. “But tell you what, if you’re really going crazy, just give me a call, and maybe I’ll do something about it for you. After all, I’ll be expecting you to take good care of my new toy, and will I should show my appreciation.”

Ben seemed satisfied with this. “And what good is a toy if you don’t play with it, right?” he said. We chuckled, and he let out a long breath. “I don’t think I could handle anymore today, though. I think you’ve destroyed me for all other women.”

“Oh, please,” I said with a laugh. “You haven’t even seen me in full bitch mode yet.”

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