Caleb 90 – Thanks.

“Well,” said Amanda as the door closed. “That ended differently than I expected.”

“We seem to have a cupid in our midst,” said Mary smiling at me softly. “You think they’ll make a go of it?”

“I think they’re both interested in one another,” I opined. “Natalie has known Debs for some time and has admired her for a while even though you’d think it would be the other way around given their relative positions. Debs is in lust with Natalie, but she saw how badly her previous boyfriend treated her. She feels really protective of her. I’ve seen worse starts to relationships.

“If nothing else they’ll both probably have a few nights of sex and Natalie will learn something about herself.”

“I thought you didn’t read people’s minds,” said Arnie, “without permission.”

“I didn’t” I told him. “I got all of that from surface thoughts and Aura. People who don’t know about powers give so much information out about themselves without any kinds of filters. For instance, the instant we spoke about mobile phone passwords, she thought of hers. I knew it instantly. Also, you thought of yours, so Melanie, Sarah, and I now know that too.”

Arnie looked at Sarah and she smiled at him. “Yes,” she said. “I also saw how hot you thought it was when Debs and Natalie kissed.”

Arnie went almost puce.

“That is so not fair,” he said.

“You can learn not to shout your thoughts out,” I told him. “You made a good start the other day, by thinking about your car’s valve clearances when you were trying to hide something from me. It has to become instinctive though, because when you’re not actively doing it, your mind will simply wander and present all kinds of thoughts to anyone with the capability to listen.

“Can you teach me?” he asked.

“If you want,” I said. “Sarah is probably the best person to do it though. But just remember two things. We ALL know that you have NO control of the thoughts that flit through your head. Jules once called me a fuckwad in her head because I asked a stupid question at an inappropriate time.

“I apologised for that,” she complained.

“And there was no need then, nor now,” I reassured her, kissing her nose.

“You can’t control your thoughts, only your actions.” I continued. “You’ll never be judged by anyone here on what you think, only what you do with those thoughts. Also remember that we all love you, and yes, I’d be honored if that’s what you truly want.”

My telling him that we all loved him had prompted another thought to flit across his mind, and he glanced guiltily at Sarah as he turned even redder.

She leaned in and kissed him. “I love you,” she said.

“Not yet,” he said to me after a few moments. “But maybe one day?”

“I was thinking,” said Sarah, “about doing some training.”

“What kind of training?” asked Louise, her ears pricking up like a Doberman hearing the postman approaching.

I smiled at Sarah.

“Well,” I asked, “do you remember an exercise we did some time ago?”

Louise’s eyes lit up.

“Seriously?” she asked. She was already wriggling in her seat, and I would bet that she was soaked just thinking about it. Josh, too, was hard as steel, his cock tenting his trousers.

“Right,” I said. “I’m going to explain the rules, Sarah will control one and Melanie the other.”

They looked at each other and nodded. “Any preference?” I asked.

“I’ll take Louise,” said Sarah. And Louise grinned.

Josh didn’t seem in the least bit upset about having Melanie control him.

“What’s going on?” asked Arnie.

“Sarah and Melanie have to train their compulsion,” I said. “The best way to do that is for them to Compel someone. Josh and Louise have a kind of ‘fetish.’ They like to be Compelled.

About a year ago, I made up a ‘game’ and we played it with them to practice my compulsion. I was just thinking of playing it again.

“What game?”

“We draw straws,” I said, “and then we sit in the order we pick. Since there are more of us we’ll make it ninety minutes rather than an hour though.”

“So we sit in an order,” said Arnie. “Then what?”

“Then Josh starts at one end, and Louise the other, also randomized by drawing straws. Then they have ninety minutes to bring each of us to climax, using only their mouths.”

I looked at Jules. She smiled at me. “Oral is fine,” she said. “From whoever.”

I smiled at her.

They are not allowed to touch themselves, nor to orgasm, until they’ve made each of us cum. If they manage to complete their mission, then they’ll have however long is left on the timer to bring each other off. Although we could add in that they could choose any two others to help them out, with the exception that Josh can’t choose Jules, or Arnie if he wants to be excluded from that part.

“No,” said Arnie, “I’m fine as long as he doesn’t want…” he flushed.

“That’s fine,” said Josh. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, and if I ever ask you to do something you don’t want, say no. I’ll never be offended.”

“Same goes if someone asks Sarah to do something that bothers you,” I told Arnie. “We’d all rather you say something than for it to happen and to upset you. Okay?”

“But Sarah’s her own…” he began.

“I’m yours,” she said. “And I love you. So if things are getting too out of control for you, just let us know. Okay? Please?”

Arnie nodded.

“So,” I said, “are we up for this?”

Everyone agreed. Josh and Louise the fastest and, surprisingly, Arnie wasn’t the last to nod. He seemed eager if a little nervous. His aura spoke of arousal and nerves. There was no jealousy to be seen.

“First,” I said, “we kind of learned from last time. Let’s all grab a quick shower and come back in bathrobes. No playing. Save yourselves.”

We all dashed off and, using all of the ensuites and the family bathroom, it took only about thirty minutes for us all to get showered and into bathrobes. I was first out and so I grabbed a bit of paper and tore it into strips, giving each a number. The final two strips I labelled clockwise and counter-clockwise.

“Ready?” I asked as everyone rejoined. Josh and Louise were practically vibrating with excitement.

“Last change in rules,” I said. “They are allowed to use their hands, only to position, not to stimulate. Also, they must make each person last a minimum of ten minutes, although they can’t stop until they force them to cum. All understood?”

Josh and Louise both nodded, as did Melanie and Sarah.

I’d folded the numbered papers up into a bowl and each of us chose a number.

I had number two, Melanie number one. Sarah got three while Mary seven, Amanda five, and Jules four. Arnie caught the six.

“We sat on various chairs and sofas in a rough circle in numerical order.

Now Josh and Louise will pick a piece of paper. One will go clockwise, one counter-clockwise.

Clockwise will start at one and work their way towards seven and counter-clockwise will start at seven and work down toward one. Depending on how long they take with each person – they’ll meet somewhere in the middle. When each of us has cum, then, and only then, they may start on each other, requesting one person each to join them.

Josh and Louise each chose a piece of paper. Josh got clockwise, and Louise the other.

I looked at my watch, bringing up a countdown timer.

“Ready?” I asked. Both Josh and Louise dropped to their knees, as Melanie and Sarah took control of them.

“Go,” I said.

Josh crawled on hands and knees to where Melanie was sitting, in her robe.

“Please mistress,” he begged her. “May I service you?”

I heard Louise ask Mary the same question.

Melanie looked at Josh for a long moment before sighing.

“I suppose so,” she said as if bored.

Josh reached up and untied her robe, then he gently spread her legs and began to kiss from her knees up toward her pussy. I heard Melanie’s breath catch as he homed in on his target and set to work.

Mary was already grinding her pussy into Louise’s face and, if Lou wasn’t careful, she wouldn’t last the ten minutes.

“Three minutes,” I said looking at my watch. Louise slowed down much to Mary’s disappointment.

Arnie was watching Louise lapping at Mary’s pussy with rapt attention. His cock was rigid and sticking out through the opening of his robe. I didn’t think he’d noticed. Sarah looked across at him and smiled, love in her eyes. I took Sarah’s hand, bringing it to my lips and kissed it. She turned her head and smiled at me.

At eight minutes, both Mary and Melanie were grinding their pussies into their respective slaves. Both were groaning in pleasure, and I could tell by the speed of her breathing that Melanie was getting very close. I wondered if she’d make it to ten minutes.

“Nine minutes,” I called.

Josh backed off a moment, allowing Melanie to cool just a touch before, with thirty seconds left, he dove back in with gusto, licking and sucking at her clit, bringing her right to the edge of her climax until almost exactly as I shouted, “ten minutes.”

There were dual cries of orgasm as each of the girls reached their release.

Both Josh and Louise continued to lap and suck at their respective Masters, pushing them through their orgasms and then gentling them down until they both sighed in contentment, jerking slightly in aftershocks.

Once they were happy they’d finished with their first Master, they moved on. Louise moved to Arnie. And Josh to me.

“Please Master,” they said almost in unison, “may I serve you?”

I watched Arnie, his face red, but his aura pure arousal. I wondered if Louise would be able to make him last ten minutes. I guessed that if she breathed on him too hard right now he’d lose his load.

“Yes,” he croaked, his voice cracking.

“You may,” I told Josh, who opened my gown and went to work.

Josh and I had played many times over the last year, and he knew exactly what I liked. He could take me all the way to my root, and he knew that I loved having my balls lapped at. He stretched the rules a little by using his hand to hold my cock up while he lapped at them, and then behind them, but since he only held it in place, and didn’t use it to stimulate, I let it go.

Louise had seen how close Arnie was to popping, and hadn’t touched his cock. Instead, she’d followed the same path as she had with Jules all those months ago. She’d pushed his legs up until his knees were almost on his chest and was eating his ass.

Arnie’s eyes were closed as she stabbed her tongue into his pucker, before running it up his taint and lathering his balls. Then she’d move back down.

“Five minutes,” Melanie called, having taken over timekeeping since I was otherwise occupied.

I heard Arnie groan, and wondered if he’d lost the fight, but then saw that Lou had sucked both his balls into her mouth, and was rolling them round gently tugging at them as she sucked. She popped them out and then finally as Melanie called seven minutes, she ran her tongue up the length of Arnie’s cock.

Josh meanwhile was holding the tip of my cock in his mouth and giving it a tongue bath. He lapped and suckled, using the tip of his tongue to explore every nook and cranny of my cock head, while slurping up the copious amounts of precum that I was producing. He gulped just as Melanie announced eight minutes.

That was when Josh pushed right down on my cock, taking me to the base, and hummed. The vibration in my cock sent amazing sensations up my spine and caused me to shiver. When Melanie called nine minutes, he began to bob up and down on my cock, sucking his cheeks in so they rubbed against my shaft and my head, as much as his tongue rubbed the underside of my cock. He moved steadily but strongly. I knew I’d struggle to last the full minute if he continued like this, but I’d forgive him a few seconds.

Louise still hadn’t taken Arnie in her mouth. She, like me, obviously knew that as soon as she did, he would lose it. She’d kept the stimulation up on him though, edging him skilfully as I knew she could.

The moment Melanie called ten minutes, Lou plunged her mouth over Arnie’s cock taking him as deep as he could reach. She stuck her tongue out and lapped at his balls.

Arnie gave a strangled cry as he dumped his load, shooting wad after wad of spunk straight down Lou’s throat. I wasn’t far behind him though. Josh had brought me right to the edge as Melanie had called the time and with a swirl of his tongue around my cockhead, he took me over the edge.

My balls contracted and I spurted jets of thick cum into his mouth. I saw his lips curl up at the corners as he smiled, accepting my offering and gulping it down with relish.

He and Lou spent the next couple of minutes cleaning us both up and bringing us down from our orgasms. Almost synchronized they each planted a gentle kiss on our cockheads, causing us both to jerk and laugh.

Arnie caught my eye as we did, and he grinned.

“Wow,” he said.

I watched him carefully as Josh moved along and placed himself in front of Sarah.

Louise moved to Amanda.

“Please Mistress” they intoned, “may I service you?”

Sarah glanced at Arnie, who smiled at her, nodding slightly. He seemed to be aroused by the prospect of seeing Josh servicing his fiancée rather than upset by it.

“You may,” Amanda told Louise.

“Yes,” Sarah told Josh.

It took Josh no time at all to find out what Sarah liked, and she was soon squirming on his tongue. Again, I wondered if she would make the ten minutes. At the same time, Amanda used Louise shamelessly to get off.

It was a little unfair in reality, since, because Amanda and Mary were linked, Amanda had already shared Mary’s orgasm and Mary would share Amanda’s when she came. Even Melanie and I didn’t have that native connection. Unless we deliberately chose to share sensations, it wouldn’t happen.

Amanda was brazen though, directing Louise where to direct her attention and pressing Lou’s face into her snatch.

Josh had realized that Sarah wouldn’t be able to hold out if he’d concentrated only on her pussy, and so as Melanie, who’d kept the timekeeper role, called out four minutes, he lifted Sarah’s legs, and slid his tongue into her ass.

That was a mistake. If I hadn’t pushed her orgasm down, that would have made her cum instantly. It seemed that Sarah, like Amanda, had not only a bit of a bukkake fetish, but was also an anal queen.

Josh unknowingly continued to rim and stab at Sarah’s pucker, bringing her right to the brink of orgasm over and over, and I had to keep holding her back or she’d have tipped over way too soon.

“Seven minutes,” Melanie called, and Josh moved his attention back to her pussy, much to the disappointment of Sarah.

“Nine minutes,” called Melanie, and then, having noted Sarah’s preference, directed Josh back to her ass.

Amanda was riding Louise’s face like a brahma bull, grinding her pussy into her so hard I wondered if she might be hurting her. Louise wasn’t showing any signs of distress, though, and when I looked, I felt her arousal so high at being used, she’d have cum over and over had it been allowed.

I was still holding Sarah’s orgasm at bay as Melanie called time.

I released it.

Sarah screamed and a jet of cum shot from her pussy drenching Josh’s face and hair. She completely lost control of Louise, and I took over directing her to continue with what she was doing as Sarah had all but passed out from the massive orgasm Josh had given her.

Arnie looked on wide eyed as Sarah thrashed and twitched, cumming harder than he’d ever seen her cum before. I worried that he’d be jealous that it had happened at the hands, or rather mouth, of another guy, but the cock sticking out through the opening of his robe told a different story.

Josh took his time, gently lapping at Sarah and cleaning away all of her cum as he brought her down. She opened her eyes sleepily and looked down at him.

“Good boy,” she said and patted his head. I felt his stomach tense as an orgasm that wouldn’t happen tried to release at her words.

Sarah looked first at Arnie and, on seeing his state, smiled at him. Then she looked at me.

“You ready to take over again?” I asked. She frowned as she realized that she’d lost control of Louise, who was at present finishing up cleaning Amanda, who was cooing with pleasure. Mary was still twitching with her sister’s aftershocks.

Sarah nodded and I released control. Louise stopped moving for a fraction of a second but then continued with her task until Amanda was settled.

Then they both moved to Jules.

“Please Mistress,” they said in unison, “May we service you?”

Jules looked a little afraid. She’d realized almost straight away that drawing the number four slot would mean that they would both be on her together. The last time we’d played this game there had been no time limit so it could have been possible that either of them could have reached her first. Since I’d imposed the ten minute limit, it was obvious that they’d reach her together.

She swallowed, hard.

“You may,” she said.

They both knew that Jules was, even now, on a hair trigger. If they wanted her to last ten minutes, and enjoy what was happening to her, they’d have to do something to make it last.

Louise moved up and captured Jules in a kiss. Josh, meanwhile, had gone slightly lower and was lapping and sucking at her breasts, capturing her nipple in his lips and rolling it around for a moment before releasing it and moving across to start again with the other breast.

Jules moaned into Louise’s mouth as they battled tongues. While Jules was THE best kisser I’d ever known Louise was no slouch. They spent the first three minutes locked together. I wondered if either or both of them would black out since I’d not seen either of them breathe.

When Melanie called four minutes, Louise released Jules from their kiss and moved down to her chest, taking the opposite breast to Josh. She spent the next two minutes lapping and sucking at Jules’ tits. Jules squirmed and wriggled, and more than once I saw her hands straying toward her own pussy, but she fought down the impulse and held her two slave’s head to her tits instead.

At seven minutes, they moved south again. They tunnelled under Jules legs, each taking a leg over their shoulders and pushing them up. This gave Josh unfettered access to Jules little star and he took full advantage.

Jules squeaked as he stabbed his pointed tongue into her little ring. He then began to lick and suck at her ass. They’d pulled her forward on her seat so Josh could turn onto his back and scoot up beneath her, that way he could continue the constant stimulation of Jules’ asshole, as Louise moved in and stuck her tongue into Jules’ pussy.

Jules shivered as Lou lapped up and down her slit and then sucked her nether lips into her mouth, tugging and nipping gently at them. Jules was grinding her hips forcing her ass down onto Josh’s upturned mouth. I wondered if she was hurting his neck, but a quick look didn’t show any pain in him.

“Nine minutes,” Melanie called, and Louise switched targets, putting her mouth over Jules clit and sucking her, hard.

Jules eyes scrunched closed and she made an “o” with her mouth as she grabbed Lou’s head and mashed it onto her clit, bucking her hips forward as Lou’s tongue went to town on Jules’ little button.

I watched the clock tick around and was fairly certain that she wouldn’t make the ten minutes, especially when Josh parted Jules’ ass cheeks even wider and then shoved his tongue as hard as he could up her ass. I heard Jules’ breath catch and, just as Melanie called time, Jules shrieked.

She sounded like a train whistle as she completely lost control of herself, her body quaking and quivering as her orgasm crashed over her. Drool dripped from her mouth as she grunted and moaned, riding Josh’s tongue in her ass and still holding Louise’s head to her clit.

Louise had eased back a little knowing that Jules would be oversensitive as she came out of her climax, and Jules gasped huge lungfuls of air as the rictus that had taken her body relaxed and she was able to breathe once more.

Louise backed off, feathering light kisses on her pussy, and Josh pulled back too, tracing his tongue around her little star and up her crack.

Jules grabbed Louise and pulled her up to her face, kissing her. Jules always loved kisses after she’d cum. I was a little surprised that she then did the same to Josh, heedless that his tongue had just been buried in her asshole.

Finally, she released the pair, and relaxed with a sigh of satisfaction. She looked over at me, and smiled a sleepy smile. I knew that what she wanted most of all now was to curl up and sleep, preferably in someone’s arms.

Josh and Louise returned to their starting positions on their knees in front of their respective controller.

“Good job, slave,” Melanie said, ruffling Josh’s hair, like she might a dog.

“Well done,” Sarah told Louise, doing likewise.

I saw Melanie and Sarah reading Josh and Louise’s minds, to see what exactly they wanted to happen next. It was their choice, but they would be compelled to complete the act.

“Chose your assistant,” said Sarah to Louise. I wasn’t overly surprised when she chose me.

“Explain his role,” said Sarah.

“I want Josh to fuck me,” Louise said, And I want Caleb’s cock over my face.

“Chose your assistant,” said Melanie to Josh.

“If he’s willing,” he said. “I’d like Arnie,” said Josh.

Arnie stiffened. Looking a little uncomfortable.

“Explain his role,” said Melanie.

“I’d like him to fuck me while I fuck Louise,” he said.

Everyone looked at Arnie.

I wondered what he’d say. He looked at Sarah, who reached out to him with her mind. I could have listened in, but it was a private conversation between them and it would have been a betrayal to do so.

“Okay,” he said finally. Josh smiled. “Thank you,” he said.

Arnie’s reluctance was belied by the erection sticking out from his robe. His cock had briefly gone down immediately after he’d cum but that had lasted only a few moments before he’d been as rigid as before.

Louise lay down on the floor, and Josh moved into position above her. They kissed for a few moments, before he slid himself inside of her. They both moaned. She was undoubtably soaked, and I wondered how long either was going to last.

“Ten minutes,” I said, “as before.”

They both looked at me. I knew what they were thinking, I also knew the compulsions from Sarah and Melanie would not allow them to climax until at least ten minutes had passed.

I moved into position above Louise’s head, and she reached up, and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward her until she was able to slip the tip into her mouth. She moaned in pleasure as Josh moved slowly inside her and she suckled on the head of my cock.

Josh looked over his shoulder at Arnie, who’d moved up behind him.

I used my TK to grab a tube of lube, and threw it to Arnie.

“Be gentle,” I warned him. “You don’t want to hurt either of you.”

Arnie squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers, and surprised me by putting it around Josh’s asshole. He worked it in, slipping first one and then two fingers into the older boy.

Josh moaned as he did this, sliding deeper into his girlfriend as she pulled at my hips trying to get me to push my cock deeper down her throat.

Once he was satisfied that he’d applied sufficient lube to Josh’s ass, Arnie squirted another dollop onto his hand, and lathered his cock with it.

I watched Sarah’s fascinated gaze as she watched her fiancé just about to sodomize another guy. Her aura was so dark it was almost ultraviolet. She slid her hand down her body, ready to give herself some relief. Only to find Jules’ hand already there.

Jules smiled up at her.

“You concentrate on what you’re doing,” she said gently. “I’ll deal with this.”

Meanwhile Mary had moved and was at Melanie’s side, gently stroking her body as she tried to concentrate on her control.

Arnie shuffled forward rubbing the head of his cock up and down the crack of Josh’s ass as he slid in and out of Louise.

When Josh felt Arnie’s cock against his pucker he stopped, holding still as Arnie lined himself up and pressed forward slowly.

Josh, a veteran now, having taken my cock on multiple occasions, accepted the younger man into his body easily, both of them moaning as the sensations they each experienced sent shivers up their spines.

Josh reached back and put his hand on Arnie’s hip, positioning him so he was pressed deep into his ass. Then, holding him in place, he pressed forward, pushing his cock deep into Louise. She moaned.

When he got almost all the way in he stopped and pulled Arnie a little into him, then he moved forward again. He repeated this until Arnie just had his tip inside Josh’s ass, and Josh’s cock was buried deep in Louise’s pussy.

Holding Arnie still, Josh started to fuck Louise again with steady long strokes. Josh held Arnie in position so that, on the out stroke from Louise, he impaled himself on Arnie and as he pushed himself into his fiancée, he pulled almost all the way off Arnie’s cock.

Arnie moaned.

Sarah moaned as Jules started gently stroking her clit while she watched her fiancé fucking Josh.

Mary had her face between Melanie’s legs, making it difficult for her to retain control of Josh as he fucked Louise and repeatedly impaled himself on Arnie’s cock.

Amanda, at a bit of a loose end, had moved to Arnie’s side and pulled him into a deep kiss and her hand on Arnie’s ass, holding him in exactly the right position for Josh to keep fucking him. I was certain that in a short time, she’d have at least one finger inside Arnie as he fucked Josh.

I’d been pulled forward, my cock now over Louise’s chin and neck as she sucked and lapped at my balls. It should have come as no surprise to me, when Josh took advantage, and slurped my head into his mouth.

“F-f—five minutes,” called Melanie. Trying to keep her voice steady as Mary feasted on her pussy.

I heard Arnie moan as Josh sped up some, fucking Louise harder and impaling himself faster on Arnie’s cock. Amanda hadn’t released the kiss and she pinned Arnie in place, her hand working behind him. Louise, too, was moaning as she lapped and sucked at my balls while Josh feasted on my cock. Jules was strumming Sarah’s clit like a guitar, the younger girl moaning in pleasure, her control over Louise becoming patchy. I took over, so that Louise wouldn’t break free and be disappointed at the last minute.

Sarah either didn’t notice or didn’t care as she bucked her hips, the stimulation that Jules was providing ramped up massively by what she was watching.

Arnie was reaching his limit. He’d never tried anal before, let alone with a guy. The thought of it was driving him insane. Amanda’s fingers were stretching him out and massaging him in places that he’d never been touched before. She was pushing him towards a climax that he, in equal parts, craved and dreaded.

Mary had Melanie climbing rapidly to her climax, she’d lost track of the timer, and we’d already passed eight and a half minutes.

Louise, her face buried in my balls, and her pussy stuffed with Josh’s cock had been on the verge of climax for over an hour. She was literally only waiting until the ten minutes was called before her orgasm would be released. Josh was the same and his oral skills, along with Louise’s questing tongue, had me on the precipice also.

I decided at the very last minute to connect us all together and, in the same instant, called out “ten minutes”.

In hindsight that might have been a mistake.

Josh and Louise both came instantly, Louise jerking and thrashing like a landed fish. Josh’s hips went spastic as he rammed himself into Louise shooting his spunk deep inside her. His asshole sucked and clenched around Arnie bringing him to a crashing orgasm.

I felt all of that, and so lost my own battle, shooting my load straight into Josh’s mouth. He gulped greedily still in the throes of his own, and shared, orgasm and swallowed my cum. Arnie, who was still cumming while being fingered and kissed by Amanda, must have felt and tasted my cock spurting in Josh’s mouth as his eyes went wide. He could do nothing about it as others in the group fed their own orgasms into the mix.

Sarah screamed as she felt the sensation of Josh’s cock in her pussy, Arnie’s cock in her ass, and mine in her mouth, all spurting copious quantities of spunk as she convulsed with the shared orgasms from everyone else, intensified by Jules’ manipulations.

Melanie, locked up in a rictus as all the sensations hit her, also squirted copious quantities of girlcum into Mary’s mouth, giving us all a taste as Mary and Amanda both hit orgasms, fed into them from everyone else.

“FUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK,” yelled Jules as the cornucopia of sensations hit her. Causing her pussy to gush with fluid, something I wasn’t sure I’d seen before. Normally Jules was a one-shot girl but my wiring her in, mistakenly, to everyone else had forced her into cumming again hard as she rode out everyone else’s climaxes and they shared hers.

Silence reigned for long seconds, broken only by a whimper.

I looked over to see Jules staring at me wide eyed.

“Fuck me,” she said. “That was INTENSE.”

“Are you okay?” I asked her, worried that I might have hurt or upset her.

“I think so,” she said.

At that moment Sarah shuddered and opened her eyes.

She looked around a little disoriented.

“Did we die?” she asked. Jules chuckled.

“I don’t think so, baby,” she said, placing a gentle kiss on Sarah’s shoulder.

Amanda released Arnie, who slid backwards until he was on his back on the floor, his cock still semi stiff and coated in a mixture of cum and lube.

“You okay there?” I asked. He didn’t respond. Amanda, who’d sat on her ass, crawled over to him kissing his cheek gently.

“Hey,” she said. He opened his eyes. “You okay?” she asked.

“Can I get back to you on that?” he asked.

“Sure” she told him, and laid her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her, which I thought was sweet.

Melanie had helped Mary up off the floor and they were lay in each other’s arms on the sofa both with slight smiles on their faces and their eyes closed. I wondered if they were asleep.

Josh was collapsed on top of Louise, who was clutching him to her. They both had identical huge grins on their faces.

I nudged them with my knee. “You good?” I asked. Louise opened her eyes and looked up at me, her eyes a little vacant.

“Can we do that again?” she asked.

Josh huffed a laugh.

“I’m gonna need a minute,” he said.

It took far longer for us all to recover enough to stagger to our various beds. All of us were too wiped out to think of anything other than sleep.

Mary and Melanie would have happily stayed where they were, but I knew that they’d regret it.

Josh and Arnie both decided they needed to shower. For some reason they never even considered that they could shower separately as both went into the family bathroom and washed each other off.

When Arnie and Josh emerged following their shower, Louise thanked us all for an amazing night with a kiss, before taking Josh’s hand and leading him into their room.

The rest of us, including Sarah and Arnie, piled into our bed.

As I settled down, Jules snuggled into my side, I asked her again if she was okay.

“I don’t think I’ve ever cum so hard,” she said. “I liked it, but I’m not sure I’d like to do it a lot. It felt kind of artificial, if you know what I mean. A bit like it did when you stopped me from cumming that time. I much prefer it when I cum directly. It feels more natural.

“Did you like what Josh and Lou did to you?” I asked.

“Oh yeah” she said with a grin. “I’ll let them do that any time I’m itchy. I still don’t want his cock though. That just seems a step too far. His tongue though…” she grinned.

I was woken just after midnight when Ness came home.

She stomped into the bedroom turning the light on.

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” she yelled.

I looked at her sleepily.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“They thought I was having a fucking seizure,” she said. “They called an ambulance and sent me to the ER.”

I realized too late what had happened. I heard Amanda start to chuckle.

“Don’t laugh,” she said. “It was mortifying. My pants damn near washed away in the flood.”

Mary started to laugh along with her sister.

“STOP LAUGHING!” Ness yelled.

That was too much for Jules. She snorted as she started to laugh, which set me off.

Soon we were all falling about laughing. Even Sarah and Arnie, who had taken longer to wake, had figured out what had happened. Ness tried to maintain her angry façade but failed.

“What were you guys doing?” she asked.

“Playing a game,” I said. “Training Melanie and Sarah’s Compulsion with Josh and Louise. I think I made a bad decision at the end there though.”

“You think?” Ness said. “It’s just lucky I wasn’t holding something hot. . .or sharp. I could have hurt myself or someone else.

That thought sobered me.

“I’m sorry, Ness,” I said, genuinely contrite. “I’ll have to think about how we prevent this happening again. I almost got caught up in your play earlier in the week and had to block it. Now I did the same to you. It was funny at first, but imagine if that happened to Arnie when he was in a critical phase of flight, or like you say if you’d been holding something hot or sharp. Someone could get hurt.

“I’ll think about it, and figure something out,” I promised her.

“Are you alright now?” I asked and she grinned.

“Are you kidding?” she said. “That was the best orgasm I’ve had in weeks. We’ll have to do it again sometime when I’m home.”

Unsurprisingly none of us, not even Ness, were particularly up for sex on Sunday morning. We weren’t sore or hurting or anything, we were just satisfied with no real interest in sex. We lazed around the house, doing our normal Sunday routine.

Halfway through the day, I happened to catch Arnie on his own.

“You okay,” I asked. “Things got a little intense last night.”

“That’s kind of an understatement,” he said. “But yes, I’m good. I was worried that Sarah would be upset at what I did with Josh, especially when she saw I was actually enjoying it, but she wasn’t. Her opinion of me hasn’t changed. She still loves me as much, if not more, than she did before. I can feel it from her.

“I guess that I’m still a little afraid,” he confessed. “That every time I do something new, that will be the one step too far, and it will break us. But every time, so far, Sarah’s taken it in stride and loved me even more. And that makes me love her even more.”

I smiled at him. “I’m glad,” I said. “I know you know how much she, and we all, love you but fear isn’t rational, and it can raise its ugly head at any time. You know that we’re all here for you if you are ever afraid. Sarah of course, but Mary, Amanda, Jules, Ness, and Melanie, and me of course. Any or all of us are here for you no matter what you need. If it’s a hand to hold, or an ear to unburden into.

“I know,” he said. “I always knew it, but now I’m starting to feel it.”

I grinned at him, putting my arm around his shoulder.

“You hungry?” I asked, it was getting on for lunch time.

He grinned at me. “Always,” he said walking with me into the kitchen.

I spent a couple of hours with Sarah and Melanie in the afternoon going over what had gone on the night before. Not from a sex point of view but from the view of them Compelling Josh and Louise. I showed them where and why they’d lost control of their targets, and how to prevent that in the future. I showed them how to setup the Compulsion and lock it off, so that no matter what was going on with the one doing the Compelling, if they lost consciousness, left, or even were reduced to a puddle of orgasming goo their targets would still continue to do whatever they’d been Compelled to do.

We all three also checked in with Josh and Louise to make sure that they’d not had any problems and had not suffered any harm or upset because of it. Predictably they were fine, more than fine in fact.

“I did feel,” said Louise, “a couple of times where the control slipped, and then especially toward the end but then it came back even stronger and we finished well.”

“Incredibly well,” put in Josh, then looked across at Arnie where he was sitting with Sarah. Sarah was reading one of her school books and Arnie was reading a flight magazine. Josh lowered his voice slightly.

“Was Arnie okay with what happened?” he asked. Arnie, however, had sharper hearing than Josh gave him credit for.

“I was,” he answered looking up at Josh. “It was an experience I’ll remember for a long time. Thank you for that.”

Josh smiled at him. “Anytime,” he said. then his grin widened. “I mean that. Any…time.”

Both Arnie and Sarah laughed.

Monday morning, I sent a text to Jamie telling her that I would be okay with the group session on the Wednesday, if she thought that it would help. I’d thought about it long and hard, and decided that I’d found a new respect for Jamie. She’d finally admitted to herself what the problem was, and faced up to it, even going so far as to confess it to me. That took courage and I would try my best not to make life any more difficult for her than it already was.

Arnie made me laugh as we were all getting ready to leave for our various destinations. He leaned in and kissed Sarah, telling her to have a nice day. Then he went along the line kissing each girl on the cheek and wishing them each a nice day. When he got to me, I also got a kiss and wished a nice day. He walked out the front door, but turned and flashed me a grin just before he closed it.

I was going to the airfield, but not to Arnie’s. I was going to have my first proper rotary wing lesson.

I was having lunch when my phone beeped. It was Dianna.

­_Visit to Harold Bleasedale has been approved. Let me know when you want to go, and I’ll arrange someone to take you. You’ll need to go with an agent who will accompany you into the facility.

­_Is tomorrow too short notice? I asked.

­_Yes. Thursday is doable though.

­_Thursday is good. What time and where.

_Office 9am. It’s about an hour’s drive to the facility.

I spent the afternoon at the range. My five-hundred-pound guy was down to the weight that he’d originally claimed to be, but still had a long way to go. His mother had stopped feeding him at every opportunity and instead gave him an appropriate balanced diet. They both looked happier for his progress.

I also managed to pick up Hindi and Urdu from a new client, who was a nail biter. Outside of Jamie, she was the first nail biter I’d treated and I soon found out that it was a result of incredible pressure from her parents to achieve. She was a lawyer, and was quickly climbing the ladder in her law firm, but her parents were relentless in their pressure. They would accept nothing less that her name being on the stationary as a full partner, but she’d only been in the firm for a year.

Also, she was being pressured by one of the senior partners for sex as a way to progress. I saw a mental image of him and he looked like a cross between Jabba the Hutt and the Elephant man. I have never, before or since, come across someone so repulsive.

I did what I could, redirecting her nail biting to mentally reciting mantra’s when she felt stressed. I considered doing something about Jabba, but then remembered my own new mantra.

“Not my circus, not my monkeys, NOT MY PROBLEM.”

On Monday night, Ness cooked. Since the restaurant was normally closed on a Monday, she’d usually go in for a few hours in the day for meetings, and perhaps to do some development work, looking at new dishes or new presentations. She was also being taught the business side of running a restaurant, and she was lapping it up.

Her boss had wanted to give her a few days off after what had happened on Saturday night, but she’d declined telling him that the doctors at the ER had told her that she’d pushed herself a little too hard. She’d told him that she’d been working at the restaurant and doing a lot of reading at home so hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep. She assured him that it wouldn’t happen again after he chastised her and told her that she needed to look after herself.

On Tuesday I spent all day at the airfield. I had a rotary lesson and then spent the rest of the time logging hours. I rented a Cessna 150 and spent the time flying patterns and hopping around the local airstrips. My second check ride had been booked and I just wanted to build time.

I wasn’t really looking forward to Wednesday morning.

I walked into the classroom a few minutes before the class was due to start to find that almost everyone that would normally be there, was already there. The professor and Jamie were already seated at the front of the class. There was a third seat on the low platform, which Jamie looked at meaningfully as I entered. I shook my head and took my usual seat.

We waited another few minutes until the scheduled time of the lesson. Nobody else arrived.

“Good morning,” Jamie said, after a nod from the Professor. “Many of you have asked that we get together to discuss what happened in here last week. I’ve spoken to nearly all of you individually and I know that some of you have questions for the school, and some of you have questions for Caleb. I asked Caleb if he would be willing to take part in this session and he kindly agreed. Before we start, I would like to establish some ground rules.

“I will mediate the session and call on people to speak. If you have something to say, please raise your hand. I know that feels a little bit like we’re regressing to high school, but it will make things far easier.” She looked at the professor.

“Usual rules apply,” he added. “No personal attacks, verbal or otherwise, treat each other with respect and, given those caveats, feel free to express yourselves. As long as you’re not making a personal attack on another student in the class, nothing you say in this session will be held against you.”

“I’d also like to add,” said Jamie, “that everything that is discussed in this session should be treated as confidential, and should not be discussed excepting with each other, in private, or myself in the auspices of a counselling session. Otherwise, some people may feel that they are unable to fully express themselves for fear of their words being carried outside of this room. Can we agree to that?”

There was a murmur of agreement.

“Excellent,” Jamie said. She looked at the professor.

“Firstly,” he said, “let me start by apologising, on behalf of the University, and of myself. It is the university’s job, to provide a safe learning environment. Last week, a man armed with a variety of weapons encroached onto our premises and made his way into one of our classrooms, threatening the lives of our students. Your lives. For that the University humbly apologizes. For myself, I also have a responsibility for your safety and security, and I too failed in my duty. You were put at risk during one of my classes, and that is something that should not have happened. For that you have my deepest apologies.”

“It wasn’t your fault Professor,” said one of the students. “Unless you’re going to come to class armed, there’s nothing you could have done to prevent what happened.”

“Caleb wasn’t armed,” another student said.

“Please,” said Jamie. “Everyone will get their chance.”

“The university is currently reviewing its security policies,” continued the professor. “Doubtless you have heard the call for Campus Security to be armed, and we have debated that very topic in this class on a previous occasion. I seem to remember the consensus being that you wouldn’t want such a thing as you would find the atmosphere oppressive. I wonder how many of you have changed your viewpoint given the events of last week. However, there have also been calls for tighter security, metal detectors, and the like. I would say that having metal detectors would not have stopped what happened last week. It wasn’t a student sneaking a weapon on to Campus. It was an individual, who wasn’t a student here, deliberately bringing weapons into the university with an agenda in mind. Had there been metal detectors, I can only imagine that he would have used those weapons earlier and more people would have been hurt.”

A girl raised her hand. Jamie smiled at her.

“Why did he do it?” she asked.

“Apparently,” Jamie said, “he’d made application to study at PSU, and had been rejected on his academic record. I spoke with the Dean and he remembers meeting the young man with his parents. The Dean, as is his habit, told the young man that he was setting himself up to fail given his grades, and he would be more suited to a less academic course of study, perhaps at PCC. The young man seemed to have been, shall we say, disappointed at this news, and wanted some kind or revenge. He was, sadly, mentally unwell and, as some of you may have heard, he took his own life while in police custody the day after the event.”

Everyone had heard.

Another hand was raised. Jamie nodded in his direction.

“Why did he shoot at the professor?” he asked.

Jamie looked at the professor. She had no idea, since she’d not been in the room at the time.

“We are trained,” said the professor, “in dealing with an active shooter. Our training tells us to engage with the shooter, to start a non-threatening discourse, and hopefully start the process of de-escalating the situation. That process would and should be taken over by a trained and experienced hostage negotiator when they arrive but it’s our job to try and stop anybody getting hurt before they do.

“I have to say, given my profession, I had rather thought that I had the requisite skills to do this, and attempted to open a dialog with the shooter. Sadly his interest in talking was minimal, and he simply shot at me. I saw his hand move and realized in that instant what was going to happen and tried to step to the side, but tripped on the podium step. You saw the result of that. Fortunately, my fall and subsequently being knocked out seemed to satisfy him and he didn’t take another shot.”

“I have a question,” said a girl near the front. “And please, it’s not an attack but a legitimate question.”

“Go on,” said Jamie.

The girl looked at a boy sitting near the back.

“What were you thinking videoing him with your phone? Did you not even consider that that might upset him?”

The boy at the back of the class flushed.

I looked at the professor wondering if he or Jamie might step in. I had to admit though I was interested in the answer to this too.

“I don’t know,” the boy said after a moment’s thought. “It was a reflex, I guess. You know we all video stuff to post on the internet, lots of us do it, hoping to get that one shot that will go viral, that will make us famous and rich.”

“It’s also a well-known phenomenon,” interjected the professor, “and one that had gotten many people killed. They feel that because they are viewing the unfolding events through a lens, they are somehow divorced from those events, and therefore cannot be harmed by, or affect, the proceedings. They seem to almost feel invisible to the protagonists and therefore safe to do whatever it is they are doing.”

The girl hmphed obviously dissatisfied with the answer, but knowing that if she pushed further, she would actually be attacking the amateur camera man.

“How do we know,” asked a girl in a quiet voice, “that it won’t happen again?”

I saw Jamie sigh at this question. I guessed that she’d had this same discussion with the girl, who was looking for reassurance that she was, in fact, safe at school. She’d been badly shaken by what had happened. I also noted that she had not been one of the girls who had kissed me, but she’d desperately wanted to, and wanted to cling to me for protection.

“The sad fact is,” said the Professor, not one to sugar coat things, “is that we don’t. But, in the last four years there have been something like six to seven hundred mass shootings in the US each year, and roughly half of those were in schools. That equates to around three hundred school shootings a year. Now to put that into perspective there are something like one hundred and sixteen THOUSAND schools in the US. That means that around 0.003 percent of schools in the US were affected.

“Now that is no comfort at all to those that were affected, but it gives you a statistical idea of how likely it is that a school will suffer such. Sadly, statistics show no favourites and just because it’s happened once doesn’t protect you from it happening again. However, there are so many other things statistically more likely to happen to you that if you lived your life in fear of them, you’d never leave your home, while at the same time being terrified of what might happen to you there.

“You cannot live your life in fear of what might happen. You can only mitigate risk, and your risks here are so small as to be negligible. Before you say it, I know that sounds ridiculous given the events that transpired last week but that is, indeed, the reality of the situation.”

Strangely, I felt her fear lessen, which surprised me given that he’d basically told her that there were no assurances it wouldn’t happen again.

Another one of the boys put his hand up. He was looking in my direction and I knew what he was going to ask.

Jamie nodded to him.

“I wanted to ask Caleb,” he began. “Why did he attack the shooter? Did that not put us all in more danger?”

“That’s a long and complicated answer,” I said, “but if you bear with me, I’ll try to explain.”

The boy nodded.

“Some of you know,” I told them, “that I consult with the FBI. The reason that they asked me to do so is because I can read people. I’m very good at it. Think of Patrick Jane on the Mentalist and you have some idea of what they expect from me.

“I’ve also been studying martial arts for quite some time. You all saw the video of me fighting Jasper and his buddies. I believe it was Dana who commented after seeing that, that it had seemed that I was never really in any danger, even though there were so many of them and two were armed.

“Now put those two things together. He’d already shot at the professor, proving he was willing to hurt if not kill. I could see that he intended to hurt more people, to take revenge on the Dean and the school for refusing him. Given the totality of the circumstance, I was very confident that if I got close enough, I could take him down.

“I’ll agree there was a risk involved, but a far lower risk than sitting back and waiting for outside help. Because I work with the FBI, I know that they would have tried to make contact, and I know that they wouldn’t have initiated any action until he started shooting. The FBI would have saved some of us, but not all.”

The boy who’d asked the question sat back in his seat digesting this answer.

“Why…” said one boy without holding up his hand. Jamie looked in his direction and he blushed and then held up his hand. She smiled at him.

“Why… I mean how were you so cool? I mean I was terrified; I could barely even think let alone act.”

“It goes back to what I said before,” I told him. “I’ve studied martial arts for a while, that gives me confidence in my own abilities. I’ve also been exposed to situations like that before. Believe it or not that’s not the first time someone has pointed a gun in my direction, and you all know what happened the last time it happened.

“I freely admit, the first time I was in a situation where I felt threatened like that, I too was terrified. The second and third time too. I don’t actually remember the first time that I realized that I could control my fear rather than it controlling me.

“What you might not consider is that I was scared too. I was scared for myself, that I might not see my family again. I was scared that one or more of us might not make it out of the classroom that day. I’m just more used to being in such situations.”

One of the Kumbaya crowd raise their hands. I winced already knowing the question she was going to ask.

“You could have killed that man,” she said having been given leave to speak. “He’d already shot the professor, or rather we thought he had. Why didn’t you?”

“Do you remember,” I asked her, “the question Dana asked me, after my neighbors came to talk to you?”

She shook her head.

“Dana?” I asked.

“I asked you if you’d considered a non-lethal option,” she said. I smiled at her.

“I answered that by saying I didn’t have a non-lethal option available. All I had was my weapon. It was my only option. Last week I had other options. I could have done something more permanent to him, but why would I? No matter what you may think of me, I’m not a murderer. He was unwell, mentally ill, and he needed help.

“I had the option of a non-lethal response and, whenever I’m given that option, it will always be the path I will take.”

“Why did you kiss him?” asked one of the boys looking at Dana.

She blushed a little but smiled.

“Caleb and I are close, very close. We used to live together. Added to that, he’d just saved my life, possibly saved ALL our lives. Why WOULDN’T I kiss him?”

“He’s engaged,” said another girl. “I think to one of the twins.”

I didn’t really want to get into it.

“Caleb’s domestic arrangements,” interjected Jamie, “are not really relevant. And just for information its not unusual for people who’ve been in situations of high stress to express themselves emotionally, or even sexually, after the fact. It’s a perfectly normal stress release, and should be considered as such. I’m sure that Caleb’s fiancée recognized the kisses as nothing more than that.

“What I think you should consider was that Caleb could have refused you. He didn’t refuse Dana because they have history, but the others that asked for kisses, he could have turned them down. Many of the boys won’t believe this but he was actually doing the girls he kissed an extra service. He was allowing them to express themselves to relieve some of the stress and tension that they were feeling at that particular moment.

“I’m not saying that refusing them would have hurt them, but it would have been one more stressor in an already incredibly stressful day.”

“Yeah,” I said with a goofy grin. “That’s why I did it.”

That made everyone laugh, including Jamie and the Professor.

When the session ended, I stood up and the girl who’d been seated next to me approached.

“Caleb?” she asked. “Can I hug you?”

I smiled at her and held my arms out. She closed and put her arms around me pulling me tight to her.

“Thank you,” she said, before releasing me and moving back to pick up her bag. It was only then that I realized that a line had formed.

In the end all of the girls, and a good few of the boys, came and embraced me, each of them thanking me, and a couple apologizing to me as well. I collected another kiss too, from the girl who’d wanted to the last time but hadn’t had the courage. It was barely a peck on the lips, but she left feeling much better about things.

Finally, it was just me, the professor, Jamie, and Dana in the classroom.

“That went really well,” said Jamie. “I think that will have helped some of them move past last week.”

“There is someone else I’d like you to meet,” said the Professor looking at the door. A woman, probably in her late forties or early fifties, was standing there.

She smiled at him as we looked over to her.

“Lisa,” he said. “This is Caleb, the student I was telling you about.”

Lisa walked over to me. I held my hand out to shake hers, but she was having none of it. She pulled me into a tight hug.

“Thank you,” she whispered into my ear. “Lawrence told me what you did for him. Everything you did.” My eyes widened as the implications of that statement permeated.

I saw her memory of her husband, badly shaken by his experience of the day, of being shot at and nearly killed, of him breaking down as he told his wife, and telling her everything.

He was mortified that he’d broken his promise and revealed my secret and begged her not to tell anyone.

“We owe you so much,” she continued; the whisper so quiet I could barely hear her. “I promise your secret will be safe with us.”

When we parted I saw that her eyes were wet, but she was smiling.

“Thank you,” she said again. “For saving him, for saving them all.”