She continues the tease

"Yes, Phaedra," he said, sounding like a small child talking to his school teacher, "I'll be a good boy. I promise."

Phaedra had to fight the urge to snatch him off the ground, kiss him some more, then carry him off to the stasis chamber where a soft, white, circular bed waited and make him cum until he passed out. No, she would keep using her psychic abilities on him. There was still much more to learn. What was his threshold of consciousness? Most creatures with psychic abilities could only take a certain level of psychic interaction before passing out.

[Relax, Callum,] she said, [This will feel a little strange at first.]

Callum's eyes widened as he rose spontaneously off of the floor. He felt his hands pulled, gently but irresistibly, out to the the sides, as well as his feet. Hovering spread-eagled in mid-air, he looked at her uncertainly. He trusted Phaedra already, but all of the things she was doing with him were so new, and so strange, that he never felt totally safe.

He felt the hands on his bottom again, then more hands rubbing his feet. He sighed at the gentle massage, soft digits working out the tension in every toe. Yet more psychic hands touched his chest, rubbing it softly and pinching and twisting his nipples a bit. Another one touched his stomach and began rubbing it in slow circles. He felt two more take his face and gently hold it in place and a third scratching at his scalp, slowly and rhythmically. The hands on his butt pried his soft cheeks open and a finger slipped inside of him.
"Oh!" he yelped as it went in. It was painless, but when he pressed down on his prostate, his little body shivered and a blush rose in his chest and face. Finally, another warm psychic palm cupped his balls and one last hand began stroking his dick.

He hovered there in the air, eyes rolling with pleasure. The hands were everywhere! It was as if he were surrounded by hot women, all of whom were groping, teasing, poking, pinching, and playing with every part of him. His pelvis trembled slightly as the pressure on his prostate increased and the hands continued fondling his cock and balls. Gentle scratches went across his tummy and his nipples became achingly hard. He had never been aware that they could even do that. The hands on his ass continued kneading it, firmly moving each cheek in round circles. One released him and he felt a good hard slap.
"Ah! Oh, Phaedra!" he cried as the spanks stopped and the rubbing resumed. He began bucking his hips as much as he could, which was only a few inches, as the dozens of soft hands all over him continued pleasuring every inch of his bare, **** skin.

Phaedra watched with intense pleasure. The rational voice in her mind mumbled something about psy-ratios, but she didn't listen. One hand absentmindedly drifted to her crotch, even though she couldn't touch herself through her armor. She was very wet watching him. There was a predatory feeling to it, as of a lioness gawking at an injured gazelle she plans to devour. But mixed in was a sense of tenderness. Watching his little body writhe and twist in air, his beautiful blue eyes looking at her with utter surrender, his knees trembling in pleasure, she felt protective. This poor boy had never had any real joy in life. She'd watched him long enough to know that. And now she was going to claim him completely. No silly sorority girl could ever have appreciated the gift of his innocence the way Phaedra did.

She grinned wickedly. The lioness in her had an idea.

Every psychic hand on Callum's body suddenly turned to a mouth. Warm, wet mouths sucked at his nipples and nibbled them. Tongues lapped at his belly and teeth bit him playfully on the bottom. Kisses rained down on the nape of his neck. A hot tongue slid up his taint and buried itself in his crack, sliding into the tight ring of muscle in his asshole and violating him deliciously. Tongues flicked and slobbered on his ballsac and a warm mouth wrapped around his cock. This change happened all at once and he screamed in pleasure. Callum bucked his hips harder, and realized that he couldn't cum.

[This is a test of your willpower,] said Phaedra [I am blocking the neural circuit allowing you to orgasm. Eventually, it will build up to such a degree that you will break through the block and orgasm anyway.]

Callum tried to talk but only mewled and began drooling on himself. Another psychic mouth closed over his and he made garbled whining sounds as an expert psychic kisser made out with him. His body writhed and twisted and his joints ached as he was bathed in tongues from every direction. It was the same feeling he always had on the edge of orgasm, but it just wasn't stopping. It went on and on for nearly a full minute, driving him crazy.

"Please, Phaedra!" he said when the psychic mouth released his lips, "Please!"
[It will happen, little one,] she replied, [But you will break through the block yourself.]
"Please!" he squealed, his voice so high he sounded like a frightened child, "Pleeaase! I'll do anything! Phaedra, please, please, please!"
He sobbed and tears ran from his eyes, rolling down his blushing cheeks. Looking at him, Phaedra felt a powerful mix of emotions. She felt sympathy, knowing that he was in a kind of pleasant agony, but also knew that his orgasm would be much more powerful if he broke through it himself. She also felt some satisfaction in the absolute power she had over him. And beneath all of that was a volcanic arousal. He looked so fuckable with his little body twisting in the air, his eyes welling with tears, his hands shaking and toes curling.
[Don't worry, little one,] she said, [Keep fighting. You will orgasm.]
"Oh, God, Phaedra!" he wailed, "Please, oh please just let me! Please, I can't take this! Please! PLEEAAASE!!" he trailed off and began sobbing uncontrollably, swiveling his hips around and feeling his cock throbbing. It was agonizing, feeling the mouths all over and yet unable to cum. His balls were drawn tight against his body. Phaedra held his face in both hands and looked at him.
[Look into my eyes, Callum. Be strong for me. You said that you would be a good boy.]
Staring into her pretty eyes, he felt an intense sense of devotion. He had said he would be good for Phaedra. She wanted him to break the block, so he would. **** back tears, he felt something powerful welling up inside of him. He screamed so loud his throat hurt as he came. His cock spurted and spurted. For the first time in his life, he was having multiple orgasms. It was a constant thrum, a pulse of pleasure emanating from his dick and washing through his whole body. Sweat rolled down his skin and his hair was soaked.
"Ugh, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he screamed, shaking violently and eyes rolling up and showing nothing but white. He normally did not curse very much, but this was an exception.

Phaedra stared in amazement, releasing his face. Planet-shattering! His psychic emanation was incredible! She could have felt it a light-second away! She was so preoccupied with his colossal psychic signal that she forgot to hold him up and he dropped to the floor. Thank the gods of every species it was soft. He landed flat on his back, staring upward.

"Phaedra?" he said. Everything was spinning and swimming.
"Phaedra, w-where are you?" he said, feeling afraid. His heartbeat quickened. Everything was so blurry and strange. Where had his abductor, his guardian, gone?
"Phaedra," he said weakly, reaching out with his arms, "Where are you? I'm scared."

Something snapped inside of Phaedra. She couldn't just let him lie on the floor. She hadn't minded teasing him, but there was a line. The look of abject terror in his beautiful eyes broke Phaedra's heart. No matter how adorable he was, she couldn't just leave him like that. She knelt down and scooped him up, pressing his face into her shoulder. The power armor on her torso retracted, folding up neatly into her belt and exposing the soft, silky black shirt she wore underneath. He instinctively curled up in her arms and pressed himself against her. She was so warm, and so soft. Callum inhaled deeply, tasting her scent. It smelled so airy and sweet.
[I'm right here, Callum,] she cooed in his mind_. _She put one hand on the back of his head and the other around his shoulders, gently squeezing him to her, feeling his little body shake. The poor little thing was hapless.
"How was... the... test?" he asked. Another tremor ran through his body. She shushed him, tickling his upper back with one hand. Goodness, all that trauma and all he wanted to know was how well he'd done? He was so completely submissive and trusting. A pang of guilt went through her for dropping him. It would be necessary to be more careful with him in the future. He trusted her and she didn't want to break his trust... because that would make him a noncompliant subject, of course.
[The test went perfectly,] she said, holding him close. She cradled him in her arms and kissed the top of his head.

Slowly coming out of his delirium, Callum looked around. He was halfway lying on the ground, but Phaedra supported his upper body with one hand under his head like a pillow. She kissed him again, giving him a tongue kiss for the first time. Callum made a little high-pitched whine into her mouth and his small, slender body trembled from the delicious feeling of the kiss. It was like heaven, her warm tongue probing his mouth. When the kiss ended, he looked up at her. He realized he was a bit cold and shivered, pressing himself to her to share her warmth.
"Phaedra, is there another test?" he said, ready to do whatever she wished. She could easily run more tests that night, or save them for another day. There were, after all, a number of... tools that she had not yet used. The psychic tests were just the beginning. Or perhaps it was time to take him to bed...