Kat's Boytoy: Zoa Blues

NOTE: This story takes place after Kat's Boytoy: The Party and Kat's Boytoy: Wild Lust

CHAPTER ONE

My name is Kat and I am an Esper, a person gifted with psychic powers. For over a year and a half now, I have been enjoying an intensely kinky BDSM relationship with my boytoy, Ben. Instead of whips and chains and chastity belts, however, I use my mental abilities in all sorts of ways to dominate him, sensually tormenting his body and mind until he can't stand it anymore, forcing him to please me while I tease him with only occasionally blessings of relief. If it sounds a bit harsh, don't worry. It's always been in good fun. I can be pretty intense with my sadism sometimes, but he's a total masochist for my brand of psychic sex play, so it all works out.

At least, it used to. But all good things have to end someday, right? Ben came over to my place the other night, and I could tell he wasn't bringing good news. Just heading to the door, I could feel the mix of emotions, mainly anxiety, emanating off him. When a person was that wound up, I didn't have to pry to sense what they were feeling. Ben swallowed hard when I opened the door and gave him a smile, hoping to ease his mood. "Hello, boytoy. You aren't due for another couple of days. Feeling tense already?"

"Already" was a bit of a joke. We'd incorporated orgasm denial into our sexual play since the beginning. I used to let him pop at least once a week, usually twice, but after last summer, I got into the habit of extending the time between climaxes. I loved to make him cum, but I also enjoyed feeling his sexual excitement and frustration wash over me as we fucked. I now usually let him pop only once every two weeks. Sometimes I'd extend it to three if I was feeling especially wicked. It drove him absolutely crazy, but when I did finally let him cum, it was unlike any orgasm most men get to experience in their lives. Trust me, I made sure it was worth it.

However, as he stood at the door looking almost pensive, his nine day stretch of blue balls seemed the last thing on his mind. I frowned a bit. "Are you alright?" I said.

"Kat, we, uh... we need to talk..." he said.

My frown deepened. I resisted the urge to just pluck the information from his head. "What is it?"

"I got the internship," he said. "The one for Zoaheim." I sensed a wave of emotion flow off him as admitting that made his heart beat faster. Anxiety, but also some elation.

I fixed Ben with a hard stare as I processed what he had just said to me. "You're actually going. To Zoaheim."

Ben nodded. "I got the internship. Actually, it's a bit more complicated than an internship, more like an actual apprenticeship. I do this job and I am set for a career. It could even put me on the fast track to be a translator for the Council of Nations." He chuckled almost nervously. "I mean, that's not guaranteed, obviously. But you know, I mean, wouldn't that be something?"

I blinked in surprise. I'd had no idea Ben had that kind of ambition! Were this any other sort of job prospect, I would certainly have been happy for him. But this wasn't just any kind of job. "That's... great..." I said. My attempt at a smile ended up as a frown. "But... Zoaheim? Really?"

"Yeah, I know," he said.

My frown deepened. "That continent full of monsters and savages. It's where they exile rogue Mages and Espers and war criminals."

"Not on the continent," he said. "I'd be working on an island that borders Zoaheim and Iteru waters."

"But you'll be working with Zoaheim Demihumans," I said.

Ben gave me a calm, patient smile, like a teacher addressing a particularly slow student. "It's a military guarded immigration facility. I'd be helping evaluate if said Demihumans could leave Zoaheim. By the time they'd reach my island, they'd have already been to a few other islands for assessment and learning. And if something did go wrong, there are guards and protocols handle it."

He'd explained this to me before, but I was still having trouble processing it. "Went wrong. Like a Demihuman cutting open your throat if he doesn't like how your interview is going."

Ben nodded. "Yes. That part scares me. But I still want to do this. I'll be trained on how to handle something like that. And if I can survive it, I can survive any job."

"Until something goes wrong."

Ben felt a flash of frustration. I didn't even need my psychic powers to see it, despite his attempt to hide it. But I couldn't help it. Zoaheim was called the Forbidden Continent for centuries, and for good a reason. I knew scientists and military personnel were stationed there, but training for being a translator? Well, actually, I supposed a linguist would be very valuable there, but I wouldn't think Zoaheim would be a good place for a training position. I didn't like it one bit.

Of course, it wasn't just the danger. "How long would you be gone?"

Ben frowned but said, "A lot longer than I originally thought. I'd have to do basic training and survival courses, and such. All told, I'd be gone for about a year."

I felt a pang in my chest. "A year?"

"Yeah," he said. "I know. That's why we need to talk about this."

Being apart for summer break was one thing. Ben had been able to drive down to see me over that summer. But this was on the other side of the planet. I kept a calm face, but the tight feeling in my chest didn't go away. I tried to keep my cool. "Not sure what there is to say. You want to go. You need to go. So go."

"I know you're upset—"

"Gee, you think? You're ditching me to go play around with monster women." Ben scowled. Inwardly, I cursed myself. Why did I say that?

"Um, that's really not it, Kat."

I let out a sigh. "Yes, I know. It's just the thought of you going there scares me. I know I couldn't do it. And if I'm being honest, I don't want you doing it."

Ben's jaw set. "Well, I'm doing it, barring something intervening. You don't want me to go, you'll have to mind control me."

I felt a bit of anger well up, but I forced myself to stay calm. I realized that, excited as he was for his future, he was pretty scared of the idea of going there, too. But he needed to defend his choice, because if he backed out now, he'd be kicking himself over it for years.

"I would never do that to you," I said calmly. I tried to think of something to say, something less potentially offensive. "Look, I'm sorry. I don't want to come off as prejudice, but the truth is, I've just never been comfortable around Demihumans. And you know what kind of horror stories they tell about the Forbidden Continent. Just the thought of you being around Demihumans who've grown up there... Well. You can't blame me for worrying, huh?" It was the truth.

"I see." Ben frowned. "Well, you sure didn't have any problems giving me those psychic visions of being fucked by them."

"That was just a fantasy," I said. "And I thought you'd like it."

"I did." He paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. "I'm coming off hostile, aren't I? I'm sorry. I guess I was expecting a fight, so I'm all defensive." He gave me a sincere look. "Kat, you know this doesn't mean we can't see each other again. I'll be gone for a year, but it's not like we can't hook back up when I return. That is, if you'll still want me."

I nodded. "Of course."

Ben smiled, a bit relieved. "Okay. Now comes the part you might not like, but I have to insist. You need to release your psychic conditions on me before I go. It is a dangerous place. I can't be distracted if something does happen, and I end up getting tranced out at a critical moment because of one of your conditions."

I tried not to scowl, but couldn't quite hide it. "Insist? You forget, you're not the one who gets to insist in this relationship, boy toy."

His expression remained calm, but I sensed a flash of knee-jerk anger. Most of it was spawned from anxiety, and hence defensive. But he didn't say anything. We both knew there wasn't a damn thing he could do to me, and there were a lot of things I could do to him. And I could choose to make those things less than pleasant. Normally, this remembrance of our power structure would get both of our libidos revving, and we'd very shortly thereafter be stripping our clothes off to go at it. But not this time. We just stood there, looking at one another, and before I knew it, the air between us had gone back to very tense.

Ben was serious. He expected me to do as he insisted. "Well, I'm not undoing anything before you go," I finally said. "But I'll consider it."

Ben opened his mouth to protest. He then rethought his words and nodded. "I guess all I can say is please. I don't mean any disrespect here."

My frown maintained, but I nodded as well. "I know." We stood there for a bit longer. It was starting to get awkward, so I figured it best to shift the mood a bit. "So... care to take a load off?" As I said that, I sent a psychic signal to his brain, making him feel the sensation of fingertips lightly tapping his ball sac.

Ben jumped a bit at the sensation and blinked, as if surprised at the idea. I suppose at this point it was a little early for me to suggest an orgasm after only nine days. "Uh..." he shifted nervously a bit. "Actually... I dunno if this is a good time..."

I cocked my head to the side and gave him a dangerously inquisitively look. "You really think so?"

"I'm... I don't think I'm able to really... perform... right now..."

I forced myself not to make a smart ass retort. Ben was still focused on his job at the moment, excited, but nervous, a little scared, even. He had a lot to think about and prepare for. Me, I suppose the news hadn't really set in yet.

My features softened and I nodded again. "Alright." Ben started to step away, but I stopped him with a "hey" and held my arms out to him. He went over to me and we hugged. "It's alright," I said soothingly. As I did so, I reached into his mind and soothed a bit of his anxiety, lifting his mood a bit, letting him think a bit more clearly. "Maybe in a couple days," I said.

Ben pulled back and smiled, saying. "Yeah, alright." Giving my arm a final affectionate squeeze, he left. I smiled as I watched him go, but the smile dropped immediately once the door shut behind him. I spent the rest of the day in a sour mood.

CHAPTER TWO

Night did not bring rest for me. As I had mulled over the idea of Ben leaving for Zoaheim, I found my mood just getting worse and worse. Finally, it was more than I could hold in. I was going to visit him tonight and give him a piece of my mind. It was already past midnight by the time I went, however, so he would already be asleep when I approached. I decided I didn't care.

Half an hour later, I opened the door to Ben's apartment, slipping inside quietly. Locking it behind me, I tip toed through the darkened hallway. Ben's bedroom door was open and he lay curled up, naked, under the comforter he used as a blanket. I stepped up to him and watched him. I could not see him clearly in the dark, but my psychic senses let me see him in ways normal eyes couldn't. I slipped into his mind, and saw he was deep in REM sleep. He was dreaming about a random spill of mundane images, talking a walk, driving a car, taking a test for school. The usual mural of humdrum nonsense most people dream of.

I thought about waking him, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I instead slipped into his mind, as usual picturing before me a set of levers, dials, and switches that let me manipulate his bodily functions through his nervous system. I found the lever that controlled the depth of his sleep, and I secured it where it was with a temporary psychic hold. For the next several hours, he would remain asleep, no matter what happened to him.

Satisfied he would not wake, I stripped off my clothes and pulled aside the comforter. I rolled him onto his side, and then reached in and hit the switches that controlled the movement of his limbs. He was not fully paralyzed, but he wouldn't be able to do more than twitch his arms and legs. This would keep him on his back as I worked him over, so there was no risk of him flailing his limbs or rolling off the bed. Again satisfied, I lay down on the bed next to him and snuggled up against him on his right side.

Propping my head up with my left arm, I let the fingertips of my right hand touch his cheek and slowly slide down his chest, until they settled on his soft and limp genitals. I ran my fingertips over his balls, which were a tad swollen. Ten days on pent up tension now. Sometimes, I would end a period of denial by give him a nice surprise, waking him up with a very fierce orgasm. However, I wasn't feeling so generous right now. I was feeling quite mean, in fact.

I let my fingers drift up to his cock, which had already begun to react to my touches on his testicles. About a third hard, his penis very quickly grew fully erect as I brushed my fingertips repeatedly down its length, coaxing it to full mast with my delicate petting. Then, when it was fully hard, I wrapped my fingers around it and held it firm. Ben let out a soft sigh as I took hold of his most delicate parts.

No, not his parts. My parts. That was our arrangement. This was my penis and testicles. I just let him hold onto them. And now he was going to take them away from me. I started stroking him, slowly. Ben let out another sigh. We hadn't had sex for over a week, and I maintained a psychic block in his head so that he could not masturbate. My touch was certainly a welcome relief, even in his sleep.

I watched his face as I stroked him. Unable to awaken, Ben's mental reaction to my stimulation was for his dream to shift into a more erotic theme. He was now dreaming about me giving him a handjob, pretty much similar to what I was already doing. Except in the dream, I was smiling and giving him tender kisses, even giggling a little. I scowled. Yes, it was all well and good for him to have fun. My stroking got a bit faster. In the dream, I also quickened my pace, and Ben moaned again. I stroked a little bit faster.

I found myself getting rather annoyed with how sappy Ben's dream version of me was. I know he had no control over his dreams, but I still couldn't help but be irked with him over this. Here he was, leaving me, and he was carrying on in his head like everything was sunshine and rainbows.

Well, it wasn't, damn it. My stroking got faster. It wasn't fucking sunshine and rainbows. Faster. He was moving to the other side of the damn planet, to a place where he could very well get killed if he wasn't careful, and I was supposed to be happy about it? Faster. I don't care if this was important to his future, he had no right. He was mine. My boy. My toy. To do with as a pleased. Faster. I was never going to let him go! Not ever! Faster!

Ben let out a moan and his hips bucked as my rapid jerking of his cock got to be too much, and he tried to orgasm. Except I didn't release his orgasm block, so instead, his cock jerked futilely in my hand, unable to achieve release. I just grit my teeth and stroked him even faster. Ben mewed and squirmed trying to cum, but I didn't let him. In his dream, I was laughing devilishly.

Finally, I let go before my forceful hand job could hurt him. But I wasn't done. I reached down and rubbed my pussy lips. I could feel a heat burn in my lions. When I got riled up like this, got aggressively dominant, it turned me on in a way that scared me a bit in hindsight. But I was in the moment, and right then, I let my restraint go. I sat up and mounted him, straddling his hips, and rubbing my now moist pussy lips along the length of his rock hard cock, not letting him inside yet, but triggering another failed orgasm attempt. As I did I used my powers to reach into his mind and manipulate his dreams.

In the dream, I stood up and looked down at Ben with a wicked grin. He looked up at me, confused as I stood over him, straddling his body. And then, I began to grow. Ben's eyes went wide as I grew taller and taller, becoming a giantess, until I was so large, his body was only half the length of my foot. I bent down, and with a devilish laugh, I picked him up and proceeded to push him inside my pussy. Ben cried out in arousal and fear as his entire body was swallowed up by my vaginal walls, hot, slick, and squeezing him with enormous strength.

As I slid him inside myself in the dream, so too did I finally slide his cock into me in the waking world. Ben's mind and body whirled with overwhelming, overlapping sensations. The pleasure of his teased cock being inside my pussy, mixed with the fully body squeezing of being inside my giant self in the dream, flooded his mind with arousal and desire and the sensation of being completely, utterly overpowered. He was helpless, a mere toy, just a plaything for the omnipotent woman who had given him the gift of her attentions. As my giant self squeezed him in the dream, pushing him to rub himself along my vaginal walls and seek my g-spot, I slowly fucked him in the waking world.

I took my time, sliding up and down his cock with a steady, but sensual rhythm, almost like making love. I alternated between leaning back and maximizing the stimulation to my g-spot, leaning forward and grinding my clit against the root of him, or position myself into a crouch and bouncing at a quicker pace. My moans and gasps drowned out Ben's, as I took a good thirty minutes to work towards a bone rattling orgasm of my own. Poor Ben could only squirm and whimper as he tried again and again to cum, but was unable to defeat my block.

When my orgasm finished, I didn't stop. I kept on going, this time fucking him a bit faster. Another orgasm, and I went faster still. His desperation just made him hornier and more sensitive and it spurred his dream into wilder heights. In the dream, he was desperately humping against my giant self's inner walls, licking and kissing her g-spot, spurring my giant self to cum over and over, as her devilish, teasing laughter filled his head. In the waking world, he faired no better as I fucked him utterly senseless.

I spent nearly an hour working myself to ten more orgasms before I finally pulled off of him and collapsed onto the bed beside him. I lay there, cooling down, watching his cock still jerking and bouncing in frustration. Still feeling vindictive, I reached into his head and made sure his dream of being trapped inside my giant self would continue well into morning. Once that was done, I forced myself to stand back up. Normally, I would just sleep with him and leave in the morning. Were I in a more generous mood, I might even wake him with a surprise wake-up orgasm. But there would be no morning relief for him this time. And there would be no post-coitus cuddling. I was still upset. And even using him like this hadn't taken away the pang of hurt I was feeling. It just left me feeling emotionally drained and hollow.

So, I dressed and left, heading back to my own apartment, for once grateful that we never decided to move in together. I left Ben to suffer in his dreams, setting my psychic spells to wear off in a few hours. Meanwhile, I went to bed, and fell into a restless sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

The phone woke me up around ten o'clock. I'd only gotten five hours of sleep, but it hadn't been very restful, even after my powerful climaxes. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and answered, already knowing it was going to be him.

"Hey," I said, a little sleepy.

"Did I wake you?" said Ben, a little apprehensively.

"Only a little," I said. "What's up?"

"Um, well, did you visit me last night?"

I thought about saying no just to fuck with him, but I wasn't feeling all that playful. "I did, yes. I was feeling horny, but you were so peaceful looking, I didn't want to wake you."

I could hear him swallow nervously. "I see," he said.

"Is there a problem? Your genitals belong to me, remember? I can use them whenever I wish, however I wish."