Intelude Two

Two's comic was hidden away under his bed, yet he still couldn't get it out of his head. It was a distraction that he simply couldn't afford as a flying dart headed straight for him. With a push of telekinetic energy, the blonde twink managed to just barely deflect the dart from hitting its mark, his naked flank. He could feel the air from the dart passing right by his naked skin.

The muscles in his calves throbbed. For the deflection training Two was standing in the horse stance, his legs spread wide apart, atop two metal unstable cylinders forcing him to use all of his concentration to remain balanced.

Both of his arms stretched out wide, gripping onto a single metal pole behind his back at shoulder level. It was so heavy that the blond teen had to use some of his power to lift it up.

And down below his ball and dick swayed freely in the air.

The blindfold was made of thick black cloth, feeling surprisingly soft against his eyelids. Its edges were slightly rough, almost like sandpaper, but Two had come to enjoy the feeling. He could feel the air move around him, could smell the sweat, and hear the thump of distant footsteps. He was aware of the stillness in the room, learning to trust his ears, skin, and the nebulous sense that came with his telekinesis more and more with each passing second.

His asshole felt remarkably vulnerable exposed to air, with legs so widely spread. 

Another dart came hurtling towards Two's dangling balls, threatening to deliver an agonizing blow. With all his might, Two launched the missile away from his body with panicked desperation, feeling an icy chill of dread course through his veins as he felt the projectile soar further and further away.

The dart hit the floor with a clang.

Two's skin was cold, and every inch of it was bare. His muscles are taut, quivering with anticipation of danger. Every nerve in his body is alive and ready to react to a sudden change in his environment. The vulnerability of his situation is palpable, every part exposed to the painful darts.

A warmth flooded his stomach, and it wasn't only fear that raised his pulse. He was eighteen - he could get aroused just by looking at a cucumber - but this was something else entirely.

Master Rin's lessons were hard in more ways than one. But they were effective. Two's power had grown leaps and bounds. The agony and ecstasy were a pair of great teachers.

That was not surprising.

Strong, primal emotions boosted psychic power significantly. Lust and fear were easy to induce. At least by the tall teacher who was both fearsome and fair. As befitting an all-powerful alien.

There was something about the tall, beautiful alien that made a proud young man like Two, want to submit. To kneel at his feet. To be praised and punished alike.

And he was not that desire, but he alone received personalized training. His lips twisted in a cat-like grin, as remembered the jealousy of his closest friends. 

Lost in his thoughts he almost missed the next dart. This one was aiming for his right nipple. It was too late to fully defect it, but at least Two managed to rotate the dart, so he was hit by the side, instead of a tip. Tips of darts Mater Rin used to train him with were dulled but covered in burning, itchy paste.

"Focus," Master Rin said, his voice coming from somewhere on Two's right, "Don't let darts hit you all! Do you I need to dip the whole darts, rather just the tips?"

"Wouldn't that burn your hands too?" Two replied somewhat insolently. Papa would have pushed strongly for it, but Master Rin was different. The alien prized,

"I can always wear gloves," Master retorted, his voice coming from left now. Two strained his ears, trying to hear his teacher's footsteps. It was futile. Master Rin was too light on his feet. Two remembered wadding artificial snow hip deep, and Master Rin running on the same snow.

Focusing on his hearing cost him dearly. He did not notice the next dart, until it was handspan from his hard member. Too close for him to deflect it using his power. In panic Two pushed his hip, raising cock. He nearly lost the balance from that, and it nearly worked. The tip brushed the underside of his cock, leaving a burning line, and the tail painfully hit it.

He wobbled, and two more darts came in quick succession while he was distracted, but he managed to repel them both.

Two fall back into rhythm. One dart after another.

But then his mind again wandered back to the comics. And its author. Why was he thinking of Trevor? He had ended things with him. And it was not like lacked sex. Three, Four, and Five were both always for quick fuck. Or long fuck. Or an orgy.

Master Rin's lessons have made him very popular.

The lessons he was instated to share. After all, in Master Rin's words, "To truly understand the depths of one's art, one must articulate it to another. Mastery is not just in the doing, but in the teaching. For in the act of imparting knowledge, we confront the vast expanse of our own understanding. Only when we guide another on the path, do we truly see the intricacies of our own journey. So, to master, teach; for in teaching, we learn."

Sometimes he watched that the sex part of the lessons he got from his handsome teacher was as "hand-on" as one he dished. But he was too proud to ask.

And fucking with Thre, Four, and Five was sex with any messy emotions included. Just pure pleasure. Indulgence without any commitments. So why he could not get Trevor out of his mind? Trevor has tried to kill him. Even if he found murderous Trevor to be hot, he should have more sense than that. Sometimes he was tempted to ask Master Rin about Trevor or ask if Trevor asked about him, but he was too proud.

Distraction cost him dearly. He did not sense the dart until it firmly lodged into his defenseless asshole. What was worse, pain and pressure exploded from inside, pushed him over the edge, and his balls emptied, with cum spurting from his hard cock onto the pristine floor. The orgasm made him lose balance, and he tubed on the floor.

"That is enough for today," Master Rin said, while Two was lying in an awkward heap on the floor, numerous bruises aching, both from the fall and where darts had hit him. The paste burned, especially one from the dart still in his ass, "You made a mess, clean it up."

By the time Two removed the blindfold, and plucked the dart out, Rin had already left. He looked at the puddle of cum on the floor. He could have taken some rags or even ordered an android to do it. Rin had left it to him.

It was both the choice and the test. As were many things in Rin's lessons.

It had not been like this at the beginning. Once the lessons had clearly divided into power and pleasure. And they had been tamer, only lectures and demonstrations. 

But Rin had constantly tested him, how far was Two willing to go?

How much more he was willing to endure for quicker results?

And Two was always answered with far and more.

But the results were more than worth it. He was more powerful than ever.

The puddle of spilled cum taunted the blond twink.

It was evidence of his failure. And failure must be punished. In that way, he would know to do better next.

Two kneeled down, and even as his ass burned began to lick.