The Psychic Seducer / Chapter #1

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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #1

I actually have real memories of still being in my mother's womb. During my fetal development, I sensed the intimate feelings of my mother's moods and emotions, as well as her cravings and desires and those moods, emotions, cravings and desires in turn, became mine. All infants have a similar closeness to their mothers, but what I had was a true psychic connection to her, which translated into the most basic of instincts, and she in turn, was psychically tuned directly into me.

On the day of my birth, the event was the most traumatic experience of my tiny, nine month existence. I was very comfortable where I was and I was prepared to stay there for a very long time, but since my delivery date was well overdue, the doctors decided it was best to give my mother some type of cervical ripening drug that would induce labor. Soon, I was physically pushed out of my warm, secure haven, evicted from the only home I'd ever known.

Where most newborns spring fourth into a brave new world, full of wonder and anticipation, my world abruptly came to a startling end without the benefit of dying. My psychic connection was inexplicably severed when the doctor crimped, and then cut the umbilical cord, separating me from the only other presence I was able to sense up to that point. That brought on a detached psychic blindness that was both devastatingly debilitating. The sudden contact with the cruel outside world was so foreign to me that it turned me totally inward. Due to my reluctance to embrace the world like a typical newborn, the delivery room staff labeled me `Simple Simon', and shortly thereafter, `Simon' became my official birth name of record.

Little at a time, my psychic connection with my mother returned, but only after clumsily searching for any presence I could detect. My mother also struggled to reclaim our psychic connection from her end. Between the two of us, we managed to re-establish our bond without the physical hardwiring we had previously relied on. Even so, it never fully returned to the robust and intimate union it had been.

At the time of my inception, my father abandoned my mother and left her to fend for herself. When she realized she was pregnant with me, she made plans to have me aborted. At the abortion clinic, she was offered an alternative. She was told about a new clinical study that was being offered that provided full medical care for their participants with all expenses paid, including a small stipend in return for the mother's complete cooperation, an agreement she would later live to regret.

Well, after I was born, the company that was funding the study continued to control every aspect of our lives, and my mother began protesting and threatened to cease her cooperation. It turns out that she and I had been unsuspecting participants of a secret experiment, independently funded and operated by a powerful pharmaceutical company that operated as if they were above the law.

Officially, they were operating under the guise of developing a `pre-natal disease prevention campaign'. Unofficially, they were unethically experimenting with DNA manipulation. When my mother felt it was time for us to be released, the company found ways to detain us longer. The longer we were kept from leaving, the more strenuously my mother objected. Shortly after that, when I was about six months old, my mother declared that she would file charges if they didn't lets us go. The company immediately responded by taking my natural mother away to an undisclosed location and was clandestinely separated from me permanently. I sensed that my mother fought for me, but she was unable to overcome the insurmountable obstacles that had been placed between us by those in power.

Much like a person who loses the power of speech if he (or she) has no one to talk to for a long time, I lost my psychic abilities after my mother's absence. Living and growing in the real world slowly took my mind away from my psychic abilities and I became preoccupied with my new life of tests and experiments. These experiences were all due to the fact that my mother had received a strict, predetermined series of undisclosed injections during her pregnancy that unquestionably altered the course of my normal development.

As a newly orphaned child, I was enrolled in a program that set the course for my immediate future. I was well taken care of until I became old enough to attend school. At that time, I was placed in a company funded foster home with a young couple who were an integral part of that program. They encouraged my placement in the program and had me join a company project that consisted of, a half day of standard elementary school, and a half day regimen of testing. That grueling schedule kept me so occupied that it prevented me from doing much of anything else. There were several other kids in the program that I shared time with during school hours. Making friends was discouraged and it was strictly forbidden to talk about what we did during our testing hours. Even so, as it is with children, certain friendships emerged despite the strict rules and the best kept secrets got passed around like a hot tasty dish of scandalous gossip.

I later found out that my mother and all the other kids' mother's, received similar injections during the course of their pregnancies. All the mothers each got the same base serum that encouraged the growth of each child's special abilities, whatever that would turn out to be. In addition to the base serum, each pregnant mother then got a uniquely specific, scientifically altered, DNA replacement therapy designed specifically for them which would give each baby a radically different kind of ability from all the others. The company didn't know what the outcome would be, which is why we had to endure the countless hours of testing. We were put through a low tolerance sequence of tests daily, and a rigorous barrage of testing twice a week. Once it was determined what kind of abilities we possessed, the testing would stop and they would began to put us through a series of exercises that would develop those abilities into controllable powers.

I heard through the grapevine that some of the other company kids actually began to learn how to move objects with their minds and other amazing stuff like that. Those kids with the top abilities would quickly disappear, getting shipped off to places where more security and secrecy could be maintained. Then, there were others like me that showed little, to no promise, ending up in yet a different place. Other than the ability to know that my mother was still alive and well somewhere in the world, my psychic abilities didn't manifest themselves into anything amazing or cool like the other kids in the program. Soon, I started getting looked upon by my company parents, my teachers and the many staff and support team members as a failure to the project, and my nickname, `Simple Simon' reared its ugly head once again.

As I got older, it became clear to the company that my abilities had no real world applications that they would be interested in developing or funding. I ultimately became less important to them and was eventually phased-out of the company's program entirely. When I graduated into junior high school, I was then sent to a real foster family outside of the program and began to attend public school. Even though I was allowed to live my life, virtually free from the company, they still continued to keep an eye on me in the event that anything unusual would develop. They believed that it was possible I might have been a late bloomer. Periodically, I would get visited by a company doctor who would keep tabs on me in the event that anything interesting that was buried deep inside me might suddenly emerge. Other than that, I began to feel like I could live a normal kid's life. Normal that is, until a month or so before my fourteenth birthday.

That was just about the time when I began to sense some changes happening to me that I couldn't explain, changes and sensations that triggered bizarre and distorted memories of a time before I was born. These changes manifested themselves both physically and mentally. I told my parents about them, but they told me it was impossible to have such memories and to try and forget about them. Believing that they knew what they were talking about, I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind, but the physical sensations and mental flashbacks persisted with increasing duration and frequency.

Then, the sensations turned sexual in nature. I clumsily entered puberty, which caused a cascade of changes to occur in my body. I noticed all the usual signs that all boys go through like, my voice changing, an awkward growth of hair in my private region and an embarrassing predilection toward a never-ending horniness, making me spring numerous inappropriate boners throughout the day, especially during school hours. I started to have erotic thoughts about certain friends and acquaintances from school.

I admit that, when I finally hit puberty, I fully expected my sexual attractions to somehow turn more traditional, magically making me desire girls instead of boys. Well, it didn't. Boys, in general, have aroused me for as long as I can remember anyway, so that part of it was nothing new. What was new was that, I now wanted boys more than ever. What's worse was, I now wanted to act on those feelings in a physical way where as before, I was able to hide them and easily control them without drawing any unwanted attention to myself.

These new desires were a great source of concern for me because, at times, they would become so distressingly intense and immediate that I would come alarmingly close to losing the control I once had. When I brought up the subject to my foster dad, his only response was that, it was just normal puberty that all boys my age go through. His lack of understanding prevented me from telling him about my attraction to boys. If he didn't understand the seriousness of my new desires, there was no point in telling him about my gender preferences. So, if I couldn't talk to him about it, then I wasn't going to talk to anyone else about it either. His solution to my problem was to give me the old `father/son sex talk'. Since my foster parents turned out to be no help at all with my dilemma, I decided to just keep it to myself and deal with it the best I could. It literally made me noticeably depressed.

In an effort to cheer me up, my foster parents decided to throw me a birthday party, and they allowed me to invite a handful of my closest friends. There were several boys that secretly turned me on, but since I never let my feelings be known to them, they were essentially strangers to me. I actually didn't have many friends. That motivated me to use my birthday party as a legitimate reason to start making some real friends.

Shortly after that, something began to happen to me. I discovered that, whenever there was a boy in close proximity to me that would pop a boner, for what ever reason, I was able to simply read his thoughts. It was like I was able to tune into his escalating signals and lock onto them for as long as his boner persisted, making it easy to see what it was that he was getting all excited over.

In the classroom, some guys would pop boners from watching the teacher wiggle her ass when she wrote on the board. I found that particularly disturbing. Some guys popped boners from looking at some of the female students in the classroom that, more than often, captured their lusting attentions. Some guys got erections from stray thoughts and they would go off into daydreams that quickly turned to erotic fantasies. Those, in particular, were a lot of fun as long as they lasted. The ones that caught my interest the most were the guys who lusted after other boys.

This little ability was quite useful in discovering which guys liked girls and which guys were like me and had their eye on other guys. I've even had the rare opportunity of tuning into a few guys in my class who were actually lusting after me and found me desirable. That was a peculiar feeling, knowing that someone found me hot and sexy without them having to make their feelings known to me. I made sure I made friends with those guys right away. Once I honed this fascinating new ability, I quickly doubled the number of friends I made in a week, which was easy for me to do since I knew their individual secret desires and was able to use that to break down the barriers they hid behind. As much as I tried, my powers didn't work with the girls though, and after a while, I stopped trying. After all, it was the guys I was interested in anyway.

In particular, two guys from my first period class, Carl Sanderson and Freddie Grant, had numerous scorching hot fantasies about me that involved me getting horny with the two of them in various sexual scenarios. It seemed unbelievable to me that, as much as they desired each other, they really didn't know one another. I introduced myself to them, one at a time, and then a couple of days later, I introduced the two of them to each other. In short order, the three of us became best friends. There were a few other boys in some of my other classes that I did the same thing with and I soon had seven hot and sexy new friends I could legitimately invite to my party.

Once I had populated my guest list with my new choices, I was ready to submit the list to my foster parents. My foster mom became a little concerned when she found out that I had only invited one girl out of a list of eight friends. She tried to explain to me that, for Beth Kelsey, being the one and only girl invited to a party of all boys, it might be too awkward for her. I liked Beth as a friend and I didn't see anything wrong with my arrangement. Even so, there were no other girls I wanted to invite to my party, not that any other girls I knew would have come anyway. Knowing Beth in the way I did, didn't change anything in my mind and I moved ahead with the choices I had made.

Without scaring them off, I began to make subtle sexual innuendos when Carl, Freddie and I hung around together. Without saying so, our sexual attraction for each other grew as we got to know each other better. In turn, their private fantasies about the three of us became more explicit.

One day in class, when things got a little slow and quiet, the two of them drifted off into a fantasy and started thinking about the three of us having a major suck-off together. I don't know if the idea was random, or if I had inadvertently put the idea in their heads. Either way, it was the first time that the three of us had initiated a series of erotic thought transmissions about each other at the same time as we sat within psychic range of each other in class.

I wasn't controlling them, or at least I don't think I was. Carl and Freddie's simultaneous fantasy started to take control of me. Nothing like that had ever happened before. I didn't know what to do, so I just relaxed and allowed it to happen, not trying to sway it one way or the other. As we sucked each other in their individual private fantasies, I began to feel like it was actually happening to me. I was sucking Carl. Freddie was sucking me, and Carl was sucking Freddie in this triangular sixty-nine three-way. The further it progressed, the more intense it became for me. My own erection grew rock hard and it got uncomfortably trapped in my pants. As I looked down at the bulge that tented at my crotch, I noticed that my cock was leaking. A small, yet inconspicuous bit of pre-cum had formed a wet spot around my zipper.

I was enjoying eavesdropping on my new friends' fantasies, but at the same time, I didn't want the evidence to become any more apparent. Suddenly, I began to feel an orgasm start to grow. Carl and Freddie's fantasies intensified and I was moments away from a major climax, the kind of climax that would probably force me to give myself away. I needed to break off my connection with Carl and Freddie, but I didn't know how. I thought about making a noise or standing up or something to break the bond. That would only make everyone look at me, and that was the one thing I was trying to avoid. Meanwhile, the orgasm that was being fueled by Carl and Freddie began to tip me over the edge.

Then, I became aware that I was breathing hard and fast, so I took a deep breath and held it in to try and hide my growing volatile symptoms. My head started to spin and I felt my balls try to retract, even though they were firmly held in place and unable to move. My eyes started to tear as I forced myself to stifle an erotic scream. I squeezed my hands tightly and broke a pencil I forgot I had been holding. I felt the muscles in my groin uncontrollably contract no matter how hard I tried to prevent it. A moment later, I felt my hot ball juice ooze from my rigid, pulsating cock, pumping wave after wave of cum until my entire load had been delivered. I looked down and watched the small wet spot rapidly grow from the tiny little leak of pre-cum to an area that was far too large to conceal. Moments later, the bell rang and my psychic connection with Carl and Freddie abruptly dissipated. I got up from my desk and placed my books directly in front of my crotch to try to get out of the classroom as inconspicuously as possible. I looked for Carl and Freddie to see if my psychic connection with them had any effect on the two of them whatsoever, but they were the first ones out the door. It appeared that they were in an even bigger hurry to get out the classroom than I was.

Well, after a while, I thought I had things pretty much under control. Time quickly passed and it was Saturday, the day of my fourteenth birthday party. Everybody that I had invited showed up and the party was in full swing. I was in good spirits and the party was going very well. We had played a few silly party games that my foster mom had discovered online that went fairly well. A favorite among them was a game called "What's In Your Pants?" that was quite amusing and got everyone talking to each other in a kind of kinky way. I was starting to get a little titillated along with the rest of my friends, which was mildly amusing until Mom pulled out the `Twister' game.

First off, `Twister' should be rated `eighteen and up'. There is no other kid's game that is as sexually charged as this one is. Mom thought it best that Beth Kelsey, (the one and only girl that I had invited to my party) be the referee who would spin the spinner, call out the moves and supervise the game. Because I was the birthday boy, I was made to go first, along with two volunteers, my two newest best friends, Carl Sanderson and Freddie Grant, making up the first three-man team.

The three of us got into place according to the rules. Beth wasted no time getting things started. She spun the spinner and began to take charge.

"Right foot, green," she called out, and we each made our first move.

"Right hand, red," she called out next.

It didn't take long before we found ourselves in some pretty stretched out and awkward positions.

"Left foot, yellow," Beth called out with a giggle as things started to get `Twisted'.

Carl had his right arm crossed over Freddie's leg and I had my left leg stretched between Carl's legs with my knee right up in Carl's crotch. Through the thin fabric of Carl's loose shorts, I could easily feel the outline of what lazily hung there as I tried to keep my mind on the game. I hadn't intended to do it, but I suddenly thought how much more fun this would be if Carl, Freddie and I were alone and the three of us were naked as we played together. I knew that, the moment I thought it, something would happen. What made things worse was, my head was positioned just two inches away from Freddie's kissable, juicy red lips when all of a sudden, it hit me. I nervously laughed as I popped one of those inappropriate boners I had been plagued with recently and moments later, Carl and Freddie popped boners as well.

Then I suddenly became aware that something alarming was happening. Perhaps it was the extremely close proximity to my two friends, or maybe it was simply my sudden sexual arousal. Either way, a series of cascading events were set into motion that, at the time, I was only vaguely aware of. For the first time since I was an infant, I unintentionally made an unspoken psychic connection to someone else and reached out, seizing the minds of my two nearby friends, Carl and Freddie, at the same time. It wasn't me passively `listening' to their thoughts. I had crossed the line and snatched their thoughts right out of thin air and replaced them with my own horny desire.

I was suddenly consumed by a wave of animal lust for my two friends as my heart began to race. Everything turned into slow-motion as all the people in the room seemed to vanish into the background like an old `Black & White' Silent Movie. It was as if the three of us on the Twister mat were the only people in the entire universe. I unwittingly had caused the three of us to become unexpectedly hot and horny for each other.

It wasn't a, `hey, what's your name', kind of an attraction. It was more like an, `I want to rip your clothes off and have raw, sweaty unbridled sex with you, right here on the Twister mat', kind of attraction.

The experience was so intense that I momentarily panicked and my psychic connection with the two of them broke off, causing all three of us to collapse to the floor simultaneously, more or less on top of each other. At first, I thought that it was all in my head and I had imagined the whole thing until I noticed Carl and Freddie trying to conceal the unexpected boners in their pants that were beginning to show. As they wiggled and stretched to rearrange themselves under their shorts without touching themselves in front of everybody, I suddenly realized that I was the cause of their sudden predicament and my arousal level spiked beyond anything I'd ever experienced before.

"Zero points for team number one," Beth called out as all three of us got startled out of our trance. "Team number two, you're up!"

It was like the lights had been turned back on and the `Black & White' Silent Movie effect had been dissolved, returning everything back to their original vibrant color. My head spun like I had suddenly been returned from an alternate universe of boys and sex, and boys having sex.

"I'll be right back," I quietly whispered to my foster mom as I slowly came to my senses and tried to slip out of the room unnoticed. Things began to return to normal as my eyes assessed the situation. Then the clock on the wall began to move forward again, ticking in its usual one second intervals as the once faded contrast slowly regained its sharpness and clarity. Team number two, made up of Rudy Kaiser, Jessie Marinas and Nick Finney stepped up to the mat and Beth continued the game. I felt a panic wash over me and I just wanted to get away from the awkward moment I'd just experienced.

I casually looked around the room to see if anyone had noticed the incident, but no one seemed to be aware as everyone's attention turned to the next group of Twister players. The whole incident was so obvious to me that I assumed everybody knew. What I came to realize was, other than the three of us on the twister mat, there was virtually nothing out of the ordinary to notice by the other party goers.

As I walked out of the room, Carl and Freddie were following close behind me. I walked down the hall towards the bathroom and they continued to follow. I entered the bathroom, and before I could close the door, Carl and Freddie slipped in with me and Freddie locked the three of us in. It was extremely awkward to be standing together, crammed into the small space of the bathroom to say the least and I got a little scared not knowing what their intentions were. At first, I thought maybe they had gotten angry that I had manipulated them and they were looking to kick my butt.

"What are you guys doing in here?" I asked as I got a little defensive. "I hope that no one saw you come in here with me like this."

"I had to see you right away," Freddie said urgently.

"Yeah, me too," Carl added.

"Did you have to follow me into the bathroom?" I asked.

"It couldn't wait," Carl said.

"Okay, what is it then?" I said.

"Do you want to...? I mean, would you like to... Oh crap!" Carl rambled. "Freddie, you go first."

"Well, what I was going to ask is kind of private," Freddie said.

"Yeah, me too," Carl sighed.

"Well, if it's private, then why did both of you come in here at the same time?" I questioned.

"Yeah, why did we do that?" Carl wondered out loud.

"I don't know," Freddie answered. Then he turned to speak to me. "Hey Simon, is it okay if I talk to you in private later?"

"Sure," I said.

"Yeah, me too," Carl added.

"No problem," I said.

"Okay, great," Freddie said as he turned back around and unlocked the door to exit.

"Talk to you later then," Carl said and they both walked out together.

I was still in the dark about what this whole thing was all about, but at least they didn't seem hostile about it, so I didn't feel too worried. On the other hand, if they felt at all the way I did, we would have proceeded to rip all our clothes off and would have started doing the first thing that came to mind, right there in that cramped little bathroom.

Since I wasn't psychically connected with the two of them at the moment, I think they were floating somewhere in the middle, really wanting to have a quick little romp with me, but allowing their strong inhibitions to rule their decision, preventing them from coming right out and acting on their primitive desires. I think that if I had proposed that the three of us jack off together, right there in the bathroom, that would have been all that was needed to activate the psychic hypnotic suggestion I had planted in their minds earlier and they would have instantly thrown caution to the wind.

As long as I was now alone and horny, I unzipped my fly and pulled out my stiff erection. I decided that, as long as I was in the bathroom, standing here with my dick out, I'd take the opportunity to empty my bladder. Of course, I couldn't pee in this condition, so I let my mind wander as I waited for my stiffened boy toy to soften.

It did leave me wondering exactly what Carl and Freddie thought happened to them. The first thing I wondered was if they thought what happened to them was strange at all? Did they know I had manipulated them, even though it was all unspoken? As brief as it was, could they sense I had psychically seduced them or did they believe it was all perfectly natural? And if they didn't realize it was me, utilizing my recently re-acquired abilities, should I tell them about it? If I tell them it was me that did it, how would they react? Would they think I was a freak? Would they become afraid of me? Honestly, I didn't know what to think and I really wouldn't know what to do until I got the opportunity to hear what Carl and Freddie had to say to me in private. I also wondered if they were still going to be as willing to talk to me alone later, after they both had some time to think about what they really wanted with me and once their urgent arousal had time to cool off.

I was now finally soft enough to urinate normally, and once I finished, I returned to the party with a lot more questions than answers.

As I returned to the party, I was still very aroused from what had happened with Carl and Freddie and as I looked around the room, I was faced with several other friends that I was attracted to, just hanging around and enjoying themselves and looking all sexy. Rudy, Jessie and Nick had been replaced by David Doyle and Michael Kevin Carver as the last two-man team finishing off the Twister game.

Since my first seduction attempt failed to initiate a successful encounter and I was still in a state of high arousal, I started to feel the urge to make another attempt to satisfy the sexual hunger that went unfulfilled. I felt my sexual appetite start to escalate out of control and I became more than a little worried that my desires might overrule my sensibilities and another incident might manifest itself with one or more of my other friends, against our will.

Deep down, I was excited to discover that the benign little psychic ability of mine that had been lying dormant inside my brain since I was a baby was suddenly becoming active after all these years. I desperately wanted to experiment around with my new found ability and see what I could do with it, but then I realized that I would be playing with the lives and feelings of my new friends and I truly didn't want to manipulate them in that way. I was also a little worried about how disconnected with the rest of the world I become when I'm deep in someone's fantasy. I needed to make sure that in the future, I didn't cause any of us to do something embarrassing in front of everybody else simply because I was too deeply involved to notice. Discretion was important to me as well. I didn't want anyone to start asking questions that would attract the attention of the company, since they still check up on me on a regular basis.

What was I going to do? A flash of new questions and possibilities that never existed before came rushing into my brain, and I was suddenly faced with a whole set of new problems that I wasn't really prepared for. My most immediate concern was controlling myself. My first encounter had already proven to be almost completely involuntary. Who was I going to go to for help? As far as I knew, there was no psychic learner's handbook for my particular power. My foster mom and dad were sadly ill-equipped to be of any help and I wasn't prepared to return to the ways of the pharmaceutical company of my youth. All of a sudden, the weight of the world rested squarely on my shoulders and at the moment, it was a hard and heavy cross to bear.

I almost became a stranger at my own birthday party as I tried to avoid talking to anybody in fear of striking another victim before I had a chance to learn how to control this power and hone my skills. I needed to do something because avoiding everyone wasn't going to last long in this party environment.

"Hey Simon, do you want to play another round of Twister?" Beth asked me.

"No, no, no," I almost panicked as I was taken by surprise. Then I calmly replied, "I mean I've had enough, thank you."

"Okay then," Beth said. "What do you want to do next?"

"Let's do cake and ice cream now!" I suggested.

"All right," Beth said. "I'll go help your mom while you get everyone seated at the kitchen table."

It came across more like an order than a suggestion, but that was all right. It was just what I needed. It gave me something to do to help me stay grounded and keep my mind off of sex for a while.

End of Chapter #1

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