Dominated by your own fantasy

It's totally hot, and you've thought about it before, but it's not right. You can't use your powers to make him have sex with you. Well, you can, but you shouldn't.

"No." you say, "don't do this."

"Oh." he says, disappointed, and draws his hand away. "Sorry man, I thought you'd be okay with it."

You feel the same way when he removes his hand, and a part of you can't help but think "I wish he would touch me more." You feel the now familiar surge of energy again, and his hand on your chest.

"But it's okay if I just touch you right?" You have no idea how he does it, but in the blink of an eye your belt and pants are on the floor, and his hand is in your boxers, stroking your hard cock.

"No..." you moan, as your knees tremble, but inside you're thinking about how you've always wanted this. "I've always wanted him to dominate me like this." you think, and you already expect the surge of power, enforcing your secret desires, even on yourself.

Zack bites your neck, and you know he's giving you a hickey. Marking you.

You can't take it any more, and you reach your limit. Your knees buckle, and you have to lean against Zack to stay standing. Suddenly, his hand was out of your underwear, and your cock was twitching uselessly, unable to cum on its own.

"Hm..." Zack said, "How should I make you cum?"

You can feel your mouth open, and try to silence the thought leaping into your mind.