Hey everyone! This is a new series of sorts from myself with a lot of help from Color of the Stars. This is actually a request from Luden and Color begged me to do right away. So here we are!

Contains adult content, blah blah blah, feedback and comments are always appreciated. Enjoy!

Emma paced back and forth in front of her student. This was the 3rd time she had to confront John White, a student of hers, about his control or lack thereof. She could feel his eyes on her figure as she thought.

"This is the third time John. The third time. I don't know what I'm going to do with you." Emma stared down at the adolescent.

"Well, I think…."

"I don't care about what you think I care about what you know. Tell me or I'm coming in for it!" Emma threatened. It was a hollow one at that, X-men rules prohibited unauthorized mental probing. The blonde gambled he didn't know that.

"I'm a latent psychic!" John blurted out.

"A latent psychic." Emma stated incredulously. "Your tests did not show that."

"I am. I'm always picking up the sexual tension around here." John added to his story.

Even without probing his mind Emma knew he was lying. His flushed face was a dead giveaway, as was his eyes. They were staring into her deep canyon of cleavage. Much as she wanted to expose his little lie, she thought of a more devious plan. "The sexual tension?"

"Yes, don't you feel it?" He added with confidence.

"I do not." Emma tapped her chin thoughtfully while pieces of her plan fell into place. "Alright John, I'm going to send you to Jean. She'll analyze your latent abilities and we can provide additional training as required."

"Isn't she a student?"

"She may be a student but she helps me in the lab." Emma glowered. "Unlike other students she's stepped up to assist."

"Thank you professor." John gulped nervously.

"Don't thank me yet." Not with what I'm going to do to you.

John gulped nervously as he lay on the exam table. Jean Grey, psychic, medic, and all around hottie stood over him. He tried focusing away from her sheer attractiveness but was failing miserably. When she was at the far table he snuck peeks at her well honed ass. When she was standing over him he got to see the bottoms of her breasts. Why do all these ladies here have to be such hotties anyway? He whined internally.

"I'm intrigued by what I've been told young man." Jean's tone was a mixture of mockery and amusement.

"Which was?"

"Emma said you're a latent psychic. Your power is energy related right?"

"Yeah, I can project energy from my hands." John confirmed.

"Rare is it to see such a power crossover." Jean leaned over him and whispered. "You'd be a special man. I like special men, they have such potential."

John gulped as he felt her warm breath cascading over him. He was fully invested in his lie now and Jean was about to see it.

The fiery redhead pulled back as if the last few moments didn't happen. "Shall we proceed?"

"Please."

"I'm going to project an energy aura and I want you to tell me when it appears and what it is. Okay?"

"Okay." Truth be told John was as nervous as ever. I'm so dead.

"Now concentrate. What are you feeling?"

How do they do it? John tried to recall how Emma and Jean looked when they were focusing their powers. Instead he only pictured their tight bodies in form fitting uniforms. Close their eyes that's it. He closed his eyes and breathed in, trying to push all those thoughts aside.

"I feel cold." He imagined. John felt that if he really concentrated he could feel the energy she was supposedly projecting.

"Mmhmmm, and where is it?"

"On my leg."

"Good." He heard her typing something on a keyboard. "And now?"

"Hot." John felt a searing heat next to his arm. "Near my arm."

"Alright, and now?"

The mutant felt nothing. There was nothing around him that he could detect. "I can't feel anything."

"Try harder." Jean admonished.

John tried, slamming his eyes such that no force could open them. For several seconds he felt nothing yet as time passed he became acutely aware of a sensation. It started on his neck, gently sliding down his body. It seemed to pause at his stomach, as if admiring his abs before continuing. "Ummm…..I feel something."

"And what? Describe it?" Jean sounded ever the professional.

"It feels like someone is touching me."

"Where is it?"

The feeling travelled further south to his groin. "I...uhhh…"

"Well?" The touch prodded his package. Despite the awkwardness of the situation he could feel a stirring in his loins. Not now! He thought, but whatever force was touching him ran itself down the length of his engorging member.

"It's at my groin!" John finally shouted. If he paid more attention he could have heard Jean stifle a giggle.

"Is it?"

"It certainly feels that way!" He snapped back. Blood continued pumping into his cock making a tent against his uniform. "Are we done?"

John heard a click and a humming died. He opened his eyes to see Jean remove something from above him. "I suppose. My apologies, the computer picks a random location to run its' tests."

John rubbed his eyes, weary from his mental exertions. "It didn't feel random to me."

The redhead bypassed his remark. "It seems you are correct that you might have a minor psychic latency. I may have you in here again for further scanning."

"Really?...I mean of course. Whatever you want!" John carefully picked himself up off the table, paying extra attention to concealing his bulge. "Anything else?"

"Nope. I got everything I needed. Dismissed!"

Jean put her instruments away, a wry smile on her face. John marched away, seemingly confident in his abilities. Yet he had in fact failed miserably. She allowed him to pass. With the aid of a small heating tool, an ice cube and the soft touch of her own fingers she had let him think he could feel the energies that were part of her everyday life. Even the device she mounted over him was merely an x-ray machine and not a forcefield projector like she claimed.

John's mental abilities might be fake, Jean was however quite impressed with the member he appeared to be packing. Though flaccid and slowly expanding, Jean could tell it was massive. Certainly on the larger side of the dick spectrum. She didn't know why he needed to come with some bullshit latent telepathy argument, but she didn't care. All she knew for certain was that she intended to see that dick in the future.

The Sentinel loomed large over the trio; it's purple and red paint glistening in the light.

"We're in a bad way." Dead Air stated.

"We are." John watched as the sentinel advanced on them. "I have a plan."

"Oh god." Jubilee facepalmed.

"He's not here." John replied. "Adam, you charge that thing and melt a hole. Jubilee, dive in and destroy whatever you can."

"What are you going to do?"

John lit up his hands. "Distraction."

"Got it." The pair charged off and John made for the clearing in the forest. Now how do I distract him? He let loose a single charge from his hands. The purplish blast arced gracefully through the air and into the construct. Unfortunately, his weak blast merely succeeded in scratching its' paint. The monolithic head turned to face him. Well, that worked.

"Mutant: Lower your hands and prepare to be annihilated."

"Yep, I'll do just that." John quipped back. I need a slogan or something. At least a nickname first. John originally took to calling himself Wick, but Keanu Reeves ruined that for him. For now he was just John the plasma guy. Not as catchy as he preferred. Again and again he lashed out with his plasma. Again and again the blasts were mere absorbed by the towering humanoid.

Just below the Sentinel he saw Dead Air and Jubilee approach it. Adam used his powers against the construct, reinforced metal melted away under his touch as if sickened with disease.

"You got it!" John shouted while keeping up his ineffectual barrage. The Sentinel turned however, noticing the two mutants and the damage they inflicted upon it. "No!"

John tried charging up his power, something he could do with a great deal of concentration. Something he was sorely lacking at this moments. As he attempted to power up his attacks he watched Jubilee again. The gymnast was moving around with such skill that he couldn't help but admire her athletic form; her tight ass as it flexed within her tight athletic shorts, her firm breasts heaving from her exertion.

"Alright tall and creepy eat this!" John shouted and pointed both hands at the construct. Hairs stood on end as his arms surged with power. Every spare glance he could manage was spent staring at his partner; her own pyrokinetic powers flared from her fingertips as she attempted to ward off the Sentinel. Oh wow can she flex! For a moment John didn't see her in any danger. He pictured looking down on her firm butt as he took her from behind. Despite the danger, John's member plumped with blood; his overactive imagination overriding the situation. The power surging through his arms slipped and failed. He tried to summon his plasma, but the merest feeble trickle came out. Try as he might, he couldn't summon anything more. It appeared that all of his power went to engorging his cock rather than plasma.

"What are you waiting for!" Adam shouted. The Sentinel had the pair pinned down now. John was unable to shrug.

"My power is gone!"

The duo stopped their evasive action, dumbfounded by his explanation. "What!?"

"It's gone!" He yelled again. I can't explain it's in my pants. Certainly not now.

The construct they were fighting took no heed of their pause. It raised up an oversized leg and brought it down on Jubilee. The nubile pyro disappeared under a torrent of steel.

"No!" Adam and John both shouted, both concentrations now shattered.

The Sentinel raised its' leg up again, determined to crush Dead Air for good. It never got that far however. As it brought its' metal boot down the Sentinel disappeared. Within seconds the entire forest around them disappeared as well revealing the confines of the danger room.

Jubilee picked herself up from where she was on the floor as the main door hissed open. Emma Frost marched in, her face twisted into a scowl.

"John. You. My office now. The rest of you dismissed!" Emma hissed. Everyone flinched and looked over at the wouldbe X-Man. Even Jubilee, whom he let 'die' looked apologetic. He was in deep trouble.

"You showed such great potential during the power tests! How come you can't keep it together during team exercise?" Emma leaned over the table for dramatic effect. "At this point I don't know what to do with you. Do you even still want to become a X-Men?"

"Yes! Nothing more than that." John blurted but didn't seem to take much notice of it.

"Maybe my feminine approach is simply too soft for you. Would you prefer a male teacher? A strong patriarchal figure could do wonders for you. As look would have it Logan´s class just got a new free spot after their little trip to the Savage Lands. Poor kid, nearly got eaten by a T-Rex. Is that what you want?"

Just the thought of it made John wince. He had heard horror stories about the Wolverines teaching style which had left countless students with broken bones and shattered spirits. Only the toughest managed to graduate under him.

"No. I´m sorry Ms Frost. Please just give me one last chance. I´m sure I'm going to get it together this time!"

"You already said that the last time and the time before. The only reason why I didn't kick you out right away was because of your outstanding power scores. No, I don't believe that just an apology is going to cut it this time."

John felt crushed. So this was it! Either give up on your dreams of becoming a full X-Men or face the almost impossible task of taking on Wolverine.

"But, I´m willing to give you one last chance. One FINAL test to prove that you can focus and show even the slightest amount of willpower if needed."

"Thank you Ms. Frost. I won´t disappoint you this time! What should I do? Just point me at the robot you want destroyed and I do it!"

"It won't be another combat test. I have seen enough of those already. No, this challenge will focus on the mental not the physical. I don't want you to blow up half of the training room, not to mention your team again so I'm going to test your self control directly this time around!"

"OK!" John cheered internally. He swore to himself to give it his all. None of Emma's challenges could possibly be worse than Wolverine. "How can I prove myself to you?"

Poor, stupid child. He is gonna regret that sooner than later. "It´s simple. I want you to life in complete chastity for the rest of this semester. If you manage to accomplish this I will happily recommend you to the X-Men."

John gave her a confused look. "What does chastity mean?"

Uuhh. Do I have to spell out everything to him. The things I do for this school!

"I believe your class has already covered sex education?"

"Eh, yeah why?"

"Then I presume you know what masturbating means?" Emma's eyes widened when she realized what she had just said. "Don't answer that!"

"Oh, so you want me to not jerk…" Now it was John's eyes turn to bulge in shock "Why?"

"Because the act of chastity has been a long established method to display once willpower. If monks can pull it off it should be a easy for a X-Men."

"But the Semester has hardly started. I can't possibly last for so long!"

"Then I'm afraid that it's going to be Wolverine for you. You can go in that case. I will take care of all the necessary papers for the transfer."

"WAIT!" John gulped. Was he really willing to make this commitment? He thought about it for a second. Sure not jerking off for such a long time would be hard but it couldn't possibly be as bad as getting trained by a half crazy wolfman that liked to throw giant boulders at you for warm up. "On second thought, I´m confident that I can do this if it prove to you that I'm X-Men material."

Emma gave him one last look. It was obviously that his eyes were still secretly focused on her cleavage. "Well Mr. White for your sake I certainly hope so"

John woke up from his dream. Absently he scratched at his member as he forced himself out of bed. As usual he slept nude. It wasn't out of any phobia but more out of practical consideration. John's member hung halfway to his knees flaccid. As he grabbed his towel and bathroom kit and walked to the men's room it swayed side to side hypnotically.

He turned on the tap and waited for the shower to run hot before stepping in. Lathering himself up he thought about his latest dream. Emma Frost's face was twisted in sheer pleasure as he roughly brought her to countless orgasms. His cock slid in and out of her womanhood in a frantic pace. Eventually he unloaded into her; cum poured out of his member as she howled with pleasure and apologized for being so rude to him.

Back in reality, John sighed. That would never happen. Emma was as cold as her last name. Even her punishment was harsh. Ah yes, her punishment how could he forget. He had to abstain from masturbation for the entire semester. And how would she make sure he was honest? She put a mental block in. Was it going to stop his sexual activity? Goodness no, that would be far too easy. Instead it merely alerted her when he came. It was a true punishment for someone as devoted to sexuality as John was. Worthy of even Wolverine's punishments. Wolverine. If he failed that was his true punishment. It was hard to be pushed to your limit by a person that had none.

His previous dream already took hold on him. His cock surged with life. Large veins crisscrossed the surface pumped blood until his engorged cock was pointing out like a beacon. 13 inches of solid 3 inch thick dick. That's what he was packing. Just beneath the large member two testicles that easily were the size of small coconuts hung. Each one constantly producing copious amounts of sperm for him to blast out. It was his favorite morning activity.

John would jerk off in the shower to the dreams he had or the delicious hotties he knew were nearby. The girl's bathroom was just opposite the men's. Was Psylocke over there now lathering her hair? Or was it Rogue, the flying southern belle. Maybe it would even be his secret crush Kitty Pryde, the very reason he wanted to be a X-Men. He often wondered if the superhero snuck through the walls to peek at all the men as they showered. Was she watching now? Was she naked? John would love to get his hands around her large breasts and narrow waist. To inhale her scent as he cupped her tight ass. He liked to jerk off to those images until the drains ran white with his spunk.

He let a hand fall to his cock. The rigid member felt so warm in his hands, so inviting. Individual veins pulsed as they pushed blood though, while as a whole his cock pulsed and throbbing with every passing second. Already a few scant drops of precum dripped down from his cock into the water below. John desperately wanted to start pumping, to feel his rock hard organ between his hands as it blasted the tile walls with seed. Emma's words rang through his head. If you cum you lose a charge. If you lose enough, you're done with me and in with Logan. John stewed over that. Wait, how many charges do I get? His brain obviously tried to weigh his chances. I need to save up for when I'm really desperate.

John removed his hand from his achingly hard cock despite the temptation not to. He wasn't sure if he could go a single week much less sixteen weeks without cumming. John was going to try though. He finished his shower in quiet contemplation; his cock, though diminished in size, still throbbed angrily at having its' routine disrupted. Down boy. Unless you want to get beat up by Wolverine you need to settle down!

The mutant turned off the tap and left the shower, drying himself off before walking back to his room. His pillar of a cock still refusing to lose its' thunder. He carefully got dressed and left the dorms, anxious to get on with the day and forget this whole bet he had.

All around the Xavier Mansion smartphones buzzed upon receiving an email.

Attention Students and Faculty,

I'm offering bonus points to any student that gets John White to cum. Faculty will receive a favor to be determined later. Do not discuss this with any male student, faculty or John himself. Failure to comply will result in lost points.

Associate Dean,

Emma Frost

The mutant looked over the message again in disbelief. What the hell is going on? Then she recalled John White, the powerful but scatterbrained student. She unconsciously licked her lips. He's packing serious heat. At least, according to the rumor mill he was. Maybe I should go introduce myself.