Kat's Boytoy: First Boytoy

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.

***

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 and pleasure, 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, that 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 that day. 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 as he dreamed about what I had done to him.

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 growing blue balls.

Finally, about ten days later, 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 his mind.

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 some place more private?"

"Back to my place?" I said with a wink.

He swallowed hard. "Um ..." 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 out 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 think I've figured out what you are," he said. "I did a little research, and, well, all I can go on is my experiences, but..." He took a breath. "You're an Esper, aren't you? A psychic?"

"Guilty as charged," I said with a smile.

Ben frowned, however. "Well then, you should know I don't appreciate getting raped, physically or mentally."

I stopped short. I hadn't actually expected him to say that. He was right though. Even if it was his fetish, at no point did I ever actually get his consent to do the things I did. I frowned and took a moment to glance around. 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. I guess I just got too caught up in the idea, and didn't think the consequences through."

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

"Okay? Really?"

"Well, I mean... Well. 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 inwardly sighed with relief. He was actually taking this much better than I'd feared. "Okay. So, are we cool?"

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 fix what you did!"

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 locks?"

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 his body. 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, tenderly 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 with your powers." 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, so hard he could barely walk straight.

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 hips against him. He could barely catch his breath, so caught up in his lust and unprepared for my attack. When I finally pulled back, he gasped out my name in desperation.

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 my fingertips 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 for 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 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 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 me 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, greatly enjoying his suffering. 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, his body 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. I 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, no, that activity would distract him from his own need a little too much. 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 of 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 haze, 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 next hour or so utterly 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 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 hyper-charged arousal and the continuous teasing of his super sensitized 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?"