The Psychic Seducer / Chapter #6

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"The Psychic Seducer"

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #6

As I entered my room, I was seriously caught off guard to discover I was not alone. Sitting in my new computer desk chair was none other than Doctor Vincas wearing a smug grin. Sitting comfortably beside him at the corner of my bed was a totally naked boy about my age, sporting a huge smile and an even bigger boner. I could hardly believe the underhanded dirty trick that the Doctor was about to spring on me.

"Hello Doctor Vincas," I said in greeting.

"Hello, Simon. I'd like you to meet Xavier," Doctor Vincas stated.

Xavier then stood up and extended his hand in greeting as his heavy cock and low hanging balls drooped down, purposely revealing his overly endowed teen male physique.

I knew Doctor Vincas well enough to know that Xavier's presence was one of the many sneaky ways the Doctor uses to get his patients to drop their guard and reveal things they weren't even aware they were revealing. I had to forcibly will myself to avoid looking down at Xavier's amazing attributes, even though I was tempted beyond words. I felt the very tip of my dick twitch, which was an early indication that I was about to pop a serious boner. Even though I prevented myself from ogling Xavier's awesome body, the fact that there was a charming, handsome, albeit naked boy in my room was more than enough reason to make me display my own well endowed hardware. I immediately gained control over myself by filling my mind with thoughts that were designed to stifle even the most arousing reaction.

One of the last series of tests the Company administered to me before I was deemed a `low scoring failure' revealed something unavoidably important. I scored exceptionally high in the sexual acuity area, which was not out of the ordinary since all the other Company subjects scored high in that area as well, becoming one of the identifying markers that the Company used to determine a possible candidate. But it was about all I had in common with all the other Company test subjects at the time. That one test result alone confirmed the fact that I was indeed a bona-fide member of their genetically altered test group, even though I showed no other signs of excelling in any of the other areas they were testing for. My underachieving test scores earned me what you might call an early `dishonorable discharge' from their continuing program. After I was released, the Doctor realized that I might be a late bloomer and not show any signs of developing any of the psychic abilities the Company was looking for until I entered puberty, a time in a young man's life where mass changes occur in their bodies. That's why I've been plagued with periodic medical examinations under the guise of being ethically concerned for me. What Doctor Vincas was doing now was shamelessly using Xavier's sexual acuity to probe me, hoping to uncover what the Doctor was convinced I was hiding from him and the world.

I hadn't seen Doctor Vincas in a couple of years. In fact, the last time I saw him was just prior to being discharged from the Company's program, long before I entered puberty and began developing my recent abilities. Now that I had begun developing my psychic abilities, I discovered that the Doctor was remarkably easy to read. The first thing I found out by reading the Doctor's mind was that this Adonis, Xavier, was considered one of their top prodigies, scoring higher than all the other test subjects my age at their facility. He couldn't move objects with his mind like I had heard that some other Company high scoring test subjects could, but then again, in all the years I had spent as a captive guest of the Company, I never met anyone who actually did. If Xavier was indeed the prodigy the Doctor believed him to be, I was beginning to suspect that all those other superstars were probably nothing more than rumors, spread by Company's propaganda machine to keep us in line and make us think that more was going on than there really was.

I extended my arm and shook Xavier's hand, keeping my eyes defocused and away from the obvious. Xavier then sat back down. This time, he intentionally spread his legs wide apart, leaned back on his elbows and opened himself up to closer inspection. He had hoped to arouse me, and in so doing, feed his ego by causing me to worship his nearly perfect body.

Then, I felt Xavier attempt to reach out to my mind. His attempt was very weak in comparison to what I was expecting might come from one of the Doctor's prized prodigies. I immediately blocked him for the moment until I could assess what I was up against and what I was going to do.

"What's this all about?" I asked the Doctor. "Doctor Evalia was just here a couple of days ago and she gave me a clean bill of health."

"Well, some new information has just been brought to light," the Doctor began. "So, I'm here to check things out a little bit more in depth... for your protection of course!"

I had never noticed before how transparent the Doctor was and I suddenly wondered why I had feared him so much. I turned my attention back to Xavier as he tried a second time to probe my mind. I noticed a slight increase in the strength of Xavier's probe. Even so, I effortlessly continued to block his attempt.

"So, let's get started, shall we?" Doctor Vincas snapped. "Let's start by dropping the towel!"

The Doctor then reached over to my waist and yanked off the towel that had been wrapped around my waist from the time I had finished my shower.

I never liked the way the Doctor always did that to me. I wasn't a kid anymore like I was during those years in the Doctor's care. I had gotten so used to being stripped all the time that I had lost all my inhibitions, believing I had an unremarkable prepubescent body with nothing to hide. Being older now and being more physically mature, I felt much more violated and I experienced a momentary rush of anger.

I noticed another thing I hadn't ever noticed before. As the Doctor snatched the towel away from me, his eyes dilated as he beheld my naked body. I turned to look at Xavier and observed the same phenomenon from him, although his sudden smile defied any attempt to hide it. One of the many things I learned from my Internet searches pertaining to my psychic abilities was, when someone sees something arousing, their eyes dilate. My body had changed considerably since the last time the Doctor had given me one of his unflattering inspections and his silent, yet observable reaction betrayed the hidden lust in his heart.

Was Doctor Vincas unknowingly revealing his true nature to me? Had he been deriving pleasure all these years from making me strip naked in front of him, allowing him to touch me and manhandle me, using his medical status to justify requiring all those hands-on medical examinations?

After a couple of seconds of silence, Doctor Vincas looked over at Xavier as if to silently check his progress and see if he had indeed gotten inside my head yet. Apparently, Xavier and the Doctor had worked out an unspoken code to communicate to each other without speaking. Xavier just gave the Doctor an almost imperceptible `No'!

The Doctor then became outraged as he sharply pulled me closer to him, still pretending to continue his examination.

"I'm going to have to check you for testicular cancer," he informed me. "Have you ever had a testicular exam before? To be completely thorough, I'll have to be firm. I'll try to be as gentle as possible."

Without giving me time to respond, he put his cold calloused hands on my nuts and started to knead them rather firmly, causing my heart to race.

"Xavier, I need your help over here," the Doctor ordered.

Xavier got up off my bed to aid the Doctor and stepped right up next to me, so close in fact that I could feel the heat radiating off his amazingly smooth, sexy body.

"Here, hold his penis like this while I administer the exam," the Doctor instructed.

I now had two guys touching my goodies, the Doctor's evil hands working my tender balls into a state of arousal, and Xavier's soft, firm, sensuous hand holding and fondling my rapidly inflating cock to rock solid readiness. It was totally unnecessary to get Xavier involved in my examination. Doctor Vincas could have just as easily asked me to hold my own penis since both of my hands were free. Then I realized what they were both trying to do. Making me get a boner would open the door to our psychic channels and make it easier for Xavier to enter my mind and manipulate me.

I knew this because, that's exactly how I'd gotten into the minds of dozens of boys from school without them even knowing I could read them. They would pop random spontaneous boners throughout the day that opened their minds to my particular psychic-sexual wavelength.

Well, the part about making me hard was working! They both knew what they were doing and it was obvious by my quick arousal that they had plenty of experience doing this. I was now being stimulated beyond my ability to prevent the obvious outcome. It was official, I had lost my concentration and I started losing the battle. I was now boned to the hilt and susceptible to being probed. Then, I felt Xavier make his third attempt to trip me up. I had now been helplessly pried wide open, free for Xavier to proceed with his plan to enter my mind with no way for me to prevent it.

He gained momentary control and seized the opportunity to fill my head with a virtual photo album of naked women to keep me boned solid so he could reach into my mind unimpeded. Since he initially assumed I was straight, he tried to feed me a veritable landslide of straight porn images. I automatically knew he wasn't able to read my thoughts as of yet or he'd be flashing me images of hot guys giving intense blowjobs. Instead, he continued to use all his power to project a one-way onslaught of straight pornographic imagery into my mind. He needed to keep me hard so my mind would stay opened long enough to read me. He soon realized his method wasn't working.

Nevertheless, I felt Xavier penetrate my compromised defenses and try probing my mind directly. It felt strange at first, but not at all unpleasant. Unlike my school mates who can't sense my presence, I was completely aware of Xavier's unique psychic signature. Then, it struck me like a bolt of lightning. I didn't really need to just stand idly by and allow him to probe me the way he was doing, so I reached out to him and took control, reversing the psychic flow of energy. An instantaneous wave of shock and surprise overwhelmed Xavier's mind as I psychically tossed his attributes aside, making a mockery of his inferior abilities.

Now that I wasn't trying to hide or circumvent Xavier's psychic presence anymore, I started asserting myself harder. As I had sensed earlier, Xavier's psychic abilities were weak and frail compared to my own and I immediately knew I could easily overpower him. I was definitely in a whole different league than Xavier, and I took the opportunity to exploit it. I turned the tables on him and slowly at first, started filling Xavier's head with my own idea of what was arousing. I started off relaying my first sexual group experience from the day of my birthday party, psychically sending him visual postcards of each one of my hot, naked and horny friends.

I could feel his shock and alarm telepathically as his mind failed to accept the idea that I could be so powerful as to dwarf his powers to such a degree. His body language changed as well as he exhibited the classic signs of a fight-or-flight posture. Even so, his mind was unable to respond as I continually filled his head with my erotic imagery. His face flushed with fear as he took a deep breath. I felt my cock twitch as I got aroused from knowing that I had the Doctor's prized prot�g� figuratively pinned to the mat.

Next, I relayed my recent animal spirit experience to Xavier, which was even more intense than my birthday party experience. As I turned up the psychic volume, I felt a rush of adrenaline as I flooded his mind with more erotic images of me and my friends doing the hottest erotic things imaginable to each other.

As I looked into Xavier's face, I could see that he still wasn't coming around and enjoying my offerings. It was then I realized, I was causing him a bit of pain and discomfort. It caught me off guard as he symbolically started crying `uncle'. I had no idea I was being so forceful, so I backed off a bit. I had made my point and as I softened my intensity, Xavier psychically began to yield to my will, realizing I was the alpha male in the room, at least psychically.

I wasn't intentionally trying to hurt him. In fact, I had never psychically pushed anyone so hard as to inflict pain before. The incredible thing was, I wasn't pushing nearly as hard as I could have.

What was I really capable of? If I poured it on full blast, would it cause permanent brain damage, or worse, death? I could never live with that. I was going to have to be even more careful than I had originally thought.

I continued to dominate Xavier's mind just a little longer. I wanted to prove that I was undeniably in control of the situation and switched over to something different. This time, I intentionally wanted him to enjoy what I was showing him psychically, free of any pain and discomfort. Now that he had mentally submitted to my will, I began flashing him some highlights of the many online videos I had recently watched. As I fed him my erotic images, I observed a definite rise in his arousal level, keeping things psychically comfortable for his mind, yet scorching hot for his libido. None of the protected laboratory subjects at the Company had ever been allowed to see or witness anything like the staggering imagery I was pouring into Xavier's mind. His reaction to them got both of us so hard, our cocks began throbbing and our hearts started racing.

All of this transpired in mere seconds, quick enough for the Doctor to be unaware that anything had happened at all as he and Xavier concluded my testicular examination. Xavier released my penis he was holding on to and the Doctor finally let go of my aching balls.

"So, Doctor, how did I check out?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah, you're all free and clear!" the Doctor said, acting rather dumbfounded. "You two boys relax on the bed now for a few minutes while I review my paperwork."

Without revealing what had transpired between Xavier and me, we sat down next to each other on my bed and faced the Doctor with innocence in our eyes.

Now that I had filled Xavier's mind and heart with lust, I felt him form a bond with me. He loved the imagery I was sharing with him and he graciously accepted my superior psychic abilities by figuratively rolling over in submission. I read in his mind that, at first, I was just another person in a long line of test subjects that the Company had discharged prior to entering puberty to save the Company money on those who showed little potential. Then he made it clear that I was the first one who, not only had any abilities at all, but had the capability to overpower him so completely.

Then I made a bold move and asked him if he would like to psychically join me in a round of psychic seduction and experience a shared multi-orgasmic experience like one of the ones I had just relayed to him, even though the Doctor was present He then relayed to me that he would love it if I would. I felt a rush of excitement race through me as I relished the thought of sharing this very personal experience with another psychic like myself.

Before we began, he instructed me on how to act in front of the Doctor to convince him that I was like all the other boys he and the Doctor had tested together that had no psychic abilities whatsoever. He told me to try and keep a blank look on my face, as if I were under his control. Then he told me to indirectly watch him and do whatever he did.

Then we began.

I took the memory of how all my friends and I got banished to my bedroom the day of my birthday party. Sequestered alone in my room after the unexpected food fight, my seven friends and I stripped out of our clothes so my foster mom could wash them. I relayed to him how we all got hot being naked together and how my first group encounter began.

As I was relaying all this to Xavier, he began to suck the fingers of his left hand, one at a time. I copied his actions as I was told to do, acting as if I were Xavier's puppet. So far, it seemed to be working as the Doctor looked on, very un-impressed and even a little disappointed that I was turning out to be nothing more than another failure in a long line of failures. For some reason, the Doctor seemed to think that I was different than all the other prematurely discharged test subjects. I sensed that the reason was less that I was gifted mentally, and more because I was gifted physically with an impressively maturing body that closely resembled that of Xavier, his favorite prot�g�.

Even though I already flash-fed Xavier a string of fleeting images of my birthday party encounter, I now slowed things down. I detailed the events of my group encounter with him in a deeply specific way. As I shared the experience, I allowed him to vividly live it along with me as I re-lived the entire eight-boy orgy event in a wickedly intense and erotic detail.

Then I shared the experience of what it felt like to read the minds of my seven horny friends along with my own thoughts as the eight of us combined our climaxes into one immense orgasm as my friends came close to spewing together as one.

Xavier was so aroused by my awesome psychic retelling of my group encounter that he and I both felt a double psychic orgasm begin to swell within the two of us. We psychically joined forces and figuratively stimulated each other toward an ever growing climax.

Xavier stopped sucking on his fingers and liberally wet each digit with saliva. Then he reached down and started stroking his throbbing cock, slowly and deliberately. I continued to follow his example and did the same, stroking my own cock. As we did this, the added physical stimulation to our virtual psychic stimulation catapulted us even closer to our mutual finale.

The Doctor's eyes widened as he put aside his paperwork along with his deep disappointment and leaned back in my desk chair to get comfortable and enjoy the show. This was the portion of his visit where he got to watch Xavier demonstrate that his rival had no hidden abilities by making his psychic puppet go through the motions of performing a triple `X' underage sex show. Xavier knew that the Doctor liked to watch as he executed a series of moves that got the Doctor hot and boned up.

The second the Doctor popped a bona fide boner, I began to receive a flood of sexually charged thoughts from him, similar to the way my foster dad psychically opened up to me the day he almost caught me watching porn on my computer. The Doctor didn't know I was receiving his thoughts and Xavier seemed to be oblivious to it entirely. Either Xavier learned to block the Doctors transmissions, or his abilities didn't include the capacity to read adults the way I could.

Xavier leaned back on one elbow and spread his legs wide apart in a most provocative fashion for the Doctor's benefit. He actually enjoyed making the Doctor squirm in his chair, believing he couldn't touch either one of us. Again, I mirrored Xavier's movements and lay back along side him as the Doctor ogled the two of us stroking our well developed cocks into what was going to end up being a gloriously simultaneous cumfest.

I was a little freaked-out that the Doctor was in the room and watching Xavier and I having psychic sex together, even though he was not privy to what we were doing inside our minds. Even so, I endured the uncomfortable nature of it all if it meant that the Doctor and the Company would stop pursuing me and leave me alone from now on.

I was now relaying to Xavier the final moments of our group encounter. I showed him how I took everyone flying over my virtual erotic flower garden as everyone surrounded my body to shoot their cum-loads on my chest and torso. I accurately relayed the delight I felt from the magic of having eight boys share their massive orgasms at once, exploding together in my mind while each one of our heads got doused with endorphins. As all my friends began to pour their combined sperm juice cocktails onto my body in my virtual memory playback, Xavier and I lost control and launched our own cum rockets together. We spewed our glorious boy butter in a spectacular display of flying cum cream, making the Doctor arch his back and dig his fingernails into the arms of my desk chair. We had virtually rendered the Doctor breathless as he turned red from the spectacle.

As Xavier and I began to recover from our first psychically charged orgasm, I relayed to him how I was able to separate and determine which orgasm came from which boy. Xavier was so amazed at my refined abilities that he now considered me a genuine guru. We both enjoyed our unique experience so much that we ended up bonding to each other like soul mates, becoming friends of the highest order.

At this point, the Doctor's arousal was at its peak as he watched Xavier and me cum together. Our visual display of flying cock juice caused his psychic transmissions to erupt into an abundantly offensive flood of images and ideas that poured out of his sick mental psyche.

I mentally asked Xavier if he was receiving the offensive blitz of twisted thoughts that were oozing out of the Doctor's mind. Xavier expressed to me that the older a man was, the less he could sense them. Then I clued him in on the Doctor's unyielding perverted and sick innermost desire to molest both of us on the spot.

Suddenly, Xavier went psychically silent. All this time, he truly believed that he was doing the right thing by helping the Doctor find other telepaths. He thought that the doctor was only watching him control other boys in a purely scientific capacity to determine if they showed any aptitude. He had no idea what the Doctor was really using him for.

Just to show Xavier that I wasn't making it all up just to make the Doctor look bad, I became a conduit between Xavier and the Doctor and passed along the Doctor's malevolent transmissions directly to Xavier to let him experience the truth for himself.

It didn't take long for Xavier to get repulsed as the Doctor imagined he was dominating and controlling us. In his mind, he had tied us both to the bed and made us service his deepest, darkest desires as he imagined he was having his way in the most graphic and hardcore way imaginable. Xavier instantly changed the way he thought about the Doctor and found himself in a quandary as to what he was going to do about it.

I knew exactly what I was going to do and I relayed my intentions to Xavier. I didn't want the Doctor ever coming back to harass me again, especially the way he was so interested and aroused in me and my recently acquired physical attributes. Like with a hypnotist, I was planning on psychically planting a post hypnotic suggestion in his mind to forget everything that he had watched Xavier and I do. At the same time, I wanted to do something that would benefit and protect my new friend Xavier as well. That was going to be a bit trickier. I needed to get inside the Doctor's head and that was something I'd never done before. I was counting on the Doctor's extremely high arousal level to allow me easy access to his mind. Once inside, I needed to implant an idea in his head. I took a deep breath and began.

Even though the Doctor was an adult, his highly aroused state made him vulnerable to my suggestions and in a blink of an eye, I had access to the Doctor's deepest thoughts.

I relayed to him a scenario where my foster parents had nanny-cams placed in and around my bedroom for my protection. His cocky overconfident attitude was about to pique their suspicious minds about what has been going on. Even though my foster parents were likely to allow the usual Doctor/patient confidentiality to continue, they still might watch the tapes to see what went on inside his little secret examinations that seemed unnecessarily shrouded in mystery.

As I probed deeper, I discovered that the Doctor had been performing this kind of activity for so long that he began to believe that he could get away with going all the way and start actually molesting the boys he examined psychically, shattering the barrier that had prevented him from crossing the line all this time. It was beginning to look like Xavier and I were so erotically stimulating to him that the Doctor was about to lose control and begin his assent into hell right before our eyes.

I had no time to waste. I imparted to him with all urgency that his time was running out and if he continued in his present path, he would lose both his job and his medical license.

I then relayed to Xavier what I had implanted in the Doctor's mind, and he in turn let me know that he was going to start acting worried and doubtful about the Doctor's future in his presence to undermine his confidence. He was also going to start working against him now that he knew what it was that he'd been a willing part of from the beginning.

The psychic suggestions I had implanted into the Doctor's mind had apparently taken root since he made no attempt to get physically involved as he had fully intended to do. Now that Xavier and I had spewed our loads together, it was time to pull the Doctor back to reality.

"What happened?" I asked as I pretended to look confused, blinking my eyes and holding up my cum-covered hand. "What's going on? Where did this come from?"

"Ah, yes! We're all done here," the Doctor said as he gathered his paperwork and placed it in front of his crotch to cover himself for the first time in his career.

That was the second sign that the Doctor had received my psychic suggestions and was acting almost scared. He nervously grabbed my bath towel from the floor and sheepishly wiped off my cum-covered hand as he changed the subject and ordered both Xavier and I to get dressed. He watched in panic as the two of us dressed in front of him. With all haste, he then stood up and prepared to leave.

"You're in perfect health, Simon," Doctor Vincas said. "I think it's time we go ahead and sign you off now."

"Sign me off?" I questioned. "What does that mean?"

"Well, it means that you're on your own now," the Doctor explained. "You won't be getting any more visits from the Company from now on. I'm satisfied that you're free and clear and we won't be bugging you anymore."

"Wow!" I exclaimed. "Are you sure? I mean... is that for real?

"That's for real," the Doctor said, flashing a fake smile. "Have a great life!"

With that, Doctor Vincas shook my hand and then turned to leave. Once he was facing the door, I quickly shook Xavier's hand and we made a psychic vow that we would see each other again soon. Then, in a flash, they were both gone. I sat down on my desk chair and leaned back, placing my hands behind my head and putting my feet on the edge of the bed. A whole lot had transpired during the Doctor's visit and I took the next few minutes to relax and gather my thoughts.

Doctor Vincas's visit revealed quite a few things I didn't know before. I leaned that I may have been the only genuine puberty-onset psychic in the Company and the Company's strongest long-term lifetime psychic was now my friend and follower. I learned that I had a power at my disposal that I needed to be responsible for and not allow myself to hurt others. I learned that I could control adults, just not in a sexual way. Finally, I was now free from the worries of being discovered by the Company and could live my life now, secure in the knowledge that my association with the Company was now a thing of the past.

My foster mom, who was downstairs doing the family laundry, had a brief conversation with the Doctor as he and Xavier prepared to leave. He told her a whitewashed `G' rated version of his examination to try to alleviate any suspicion she might have and detour any compulsion to watch the nanny-cam tapes that the Doctor now believed existed whole heartedly. He had her sign some papers he had prepared and then he and Xavier took their leave, taking with them the huge ominous black cloud that I had been living under for most of my life.

A few minutes later, my foster mom came upstairs to check on me.

"Simon," she called out as she knocked on my door.

"Come in," I answered.

"How are you doing sweetie?" she asked as she came into my room and sat at the corner of my bed.

"Pretty good actually," I answered. "Thanks for checking on me."

"The Doctor said that you are in perfect health," she beamed. "There are no happier words a mother can hear about her son. He also said that any further periodic examinations would be unnecessary and you were hereby officially released."

"I wish I could believe that," I said with disbelief.

"Well, you can believe it," she firmly said. "I signed the release papers. It's a done deal."

I stood up and hugged my foster mom long and hard as a lifetime of uncertainty began to pour from my very soul. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was my own person, not the property of the Company, always being at the whim of their wicked control. It was a strange but liberating sensation, a feeling I was ready to embrace with all my heart.

My foster mom pulled me away and saw the immense display of emotions plastered across my face.

"Oh my god," she gushed. "What is it? What's wrong sweetheart?"

Nothing, Mom," I declared. "I'm just so happy!"

A tear ran down her delicate pink cheek as her lips quivered. It was the first time I had ever referred to her as `mom' and not as my foster mom, Lillian, or Mrs. Bentley.

Life was good.

End of Chapter #6

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