Cheating Straight Has Therapy (Part 9) - Brainwashed Into Bottoming:

~ as I have missed uploading the finale for this series, I have instead decided to do a ‘semi-finale’ for tonight and the real finale will be this time next week, enjoy! ~

Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Daniel woke up the next morning on the couch, his body sore in ways he couldn't ignore. The memories from last night flooded back - Marcus, the intensity, being fucked. It had happened, no denying that, but it didn't mean anything deeper, right? That was just… a weird night. I can’t believe I did that. He shook his head, trying to push it aside as he headed to the kitchen to make breakfast, scrambling eggs and brewing coffee. As he moved around, he decided he was going back to his place today. His girlfriend was returning in the next couple of days, and he needed normalcy. When Marcus entered the kitchen, Daniel told him as much. "No worries, man," Daniel said, keeping his voice steady. "I have to head out - my girlfriend's back soon."

Marcus was cool with it, nodding casually. Then he leaned in from behind Daniel in the kitchen, his body pressing close, his bulge firm against Daniel's ass through the sweatpants. He whispered into Daniel's ear, "You know you're welcome here anytime." Daniel's face burned red, a flush creeping up his neck. His cock twitched to life, swelling to a semi, and embarrassment hit him like a wave - especially remembering how unexpectedly good it had felt to be fucked by Marcus. Why is my body reacting like this? I'm not… it's not like that. Just a fluke. But fuck, the memory… no, stop. I'm straight. He was so confused about what was happening to him, his thoughts tangled.

Later that day, Daniel got back to his place. He dumped his stuff in the hallway and barely ventured anywhere else, his mind too restless to settle. Instead, he headed straight to his therapist's office, hoping Dr. Smith could help untangle whatever this mess was.

In the therapist's office with Dr. Smith, Daniel was on edge and stressed out, shifting uncomfortably in the chair, his leg bouncing. I need to figure this out. It's nothing big, just… stress. Dr. Smith instructed him to lay down on the couch, and then guided him into a trance. The world softened around the edges, Daniel's eyelids heavy, his thoughts turning sluggish and hazy. Everything's blurring… relaxing… but why does it feel so deep this time? The doctor asked what had Daniel so stressed, and he hesitated at first, embarrassment holding him back even in the fog. Idk if I want to discuss it… it's pretty embarrassing, it feels wrong to say out loud. His voice came out slow, reluctant. So, the doctor reassured him, "Don't worry, Daniel, I am here to help. Anything you say in this office is kept private."

Daniel reluctantly admitted it: he had sex with Marcus. There, said it. But it's not like it means I'm… no. Just a one-time thing. Straight guys can have slips, right? The doctor probed gently, "And why does that make you feel stressed?" Daniel replied, his words drifting out in the trance, "Because I'm straight, I like women, but I can't stop thinking about Marcus, his body, his cock." Why can't I shake it? It's confusing… but I'm not gay. The thoughts are just stuck, that's all. 

The doctor then asked, "Did you enjoy being fucked by Marcus?" Daniel answered, "Yes." Yeah, it felt good… physically, but it doesn't change anything. I’m still straight… So why did I admit that so easily? 

“Hmmm.” The doctor shifted gears. "We've been beating around the bush these past few sessions, Daniel, but it sounds to me like you're gay." The fuck? Daniel objected immediately, even in the trance, his voice firmer. "No, I'm not gay. I'm not into men - I'm into women." What? That's bullshit. I'm straight. This is just… temporary confusion. Not me. The doctor pressed, "Are you sure? You're always talking and thinking about Marcus. When was the last time you thought about a woman?" Daniel choked, struggling to process the realization pushing at the edges of his mind. He said, "That's just because I've been living with Marcus, not because I'm into men." Yeah, proximity. That's it. Not attraction. But… when did I last think about Chloe like that? Fuck my mind is going so hazy… 

"Okay, well, why don't we do a test and see?" The doctor questioned, telling Daniel to strip down naked on the couch, and in his trance-like state, Daniel did as he was told, peeling off his clothes without resistance. Why am I doing this? It feels weird… but I guess it’s okay, it's probably some therapy technique. It won’t do anything though, other than prove I’m still straight. The doctor continued, "Okay, Daniel, I want you to think about the last time you were intimate with Chloe."Daniel struggled at first, the memory fuzzy in the haze, but then he started to vaguely recall it. Chloe… yeah, her body, the feel… it's there, somewhere. 

Then the doctor asked, "And what was that like?" Daniel said, "It was good." *Wasn't it? Yeah, good… fuck it’s hard to think, my mind is so hazy.*The doctor probed, "Are you sure?"Daniel replied, "Yeah, I guess. I mean, it was fairly good." Fairly? It was fine. Normal. Straight sex. Pressing further, the doctor asked about his performance, and Daniel said, "I guess it was pretty good. I pounded her pussy hard for 15 minutes." See? That's straight guy stuff. No issues here. “Hmmm,” Dr Smith mumbled, "15 minutes? That doesn't sound that long to me." What? Daniel defended, "15 minutes is pretty usual for me." It's average, right? Normal? "But that's only with women, though, right?"

Daniel agreed, "Yeah, I guess." Wait, was it longer with… no, don't go there. 

The doctor continued. "It sounds like you enjoyed it more with Marcus, or else you would have spent less time with him." Daniel felt confused in his mind, the fog thickening. Did I? No… but the time blurred last night. Maybe? It doesn’t change anything though, I’m still straight!

The doctor steered back, "Okay, let’s go back to Chloe again. Did she orgasm?" Daniel hesitated, "I don't know." Did she? I can't remember clearly… Naturally, the doctor continued and asked about other times with her. "Yeah, I have made her orgasm before."

"Are you sure, Daniel? Was that all the time?" Daniel hesitated again, "I guess… I don't know." Sometimes? Most times? But I'm good at it? The doctor concluded, "So it'd be reasonable to say you're not very good at topping." Daniel said embarrassingly, "Wait, no - I don't know." What? I'm decent, aren’t I?. The doctor pressed, "Well, if you haven't lasted long and you couldn't make her orgasm, then what other conclusion is there?" Daniel choked, the words sinking in vaguely, and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right." Am I? This feels off… but maybe. I’m still not gay, though. Noticing this hesitancy, the doctor reassured him, "Don't worry, Daniel, you have nothing to feel bad about. You have performed poorly because your mind and body aren't interested in topping - they're only interested in bottoming, and that's what's been holding you back."

Daniel stuttered, "I don't know." Bottoming? Like with Marcus? But that was a one-off. I'm straight… The doctor continued, unwilling to let Daniel’s mind stray or question further, "Sure you do. You know you prefer being submissive for men, or else you wouldn't have felt so good being fucked by Marcus." Daniel choked, his mind a haze, and stuttered, "I don't know." Submissive? For men? No… but it did feel good. Still, I'm into women. Fuck, my mind is so foggy, I can’t think straight 

The doctor then said, "Okay, well, let's begin the experiment. I'm going to attach some electrodes to you to monitor your arousal. Is that alright?" Daniel gulped and said, "Yeah, I guess." Electrodes? Weird, but so long as it helps. Then, the doctor asked Daniel to sit up and spread his ass. Daniel said, "Are you sure, none of this will hurt will it?" The doctor smiled a little, and replied, “Don’t worry Daniel, these electrodes only measure your arousal, you won’t feel anything from them, I just need to monitor the prostate for the best reading." Daniel said, "That’s okay, I guess," and did as told, positioning himself awkwardly. This is a bit invasive… but I guess it’s just like a more advanced fitbit "That's good, Daniel. Now relax your hole for me, please."

Daniel did as he was told, and the doctor pushed an electrode butt plug into Daniel's ass. Huh that went in fairly easily, I guess it is smaller than Marcus’ cock by quite a bit - wait - fuck, I need to stop thinking of that!"That's good, Daniel. Now you can lay back down." Daniel did as told, settling back down on the couch, as his therapist returned to Daniel’s body, gently lifting his soft cock and attaching electrodes up and down its length, from tip to base, Daniel’s cock growing a tad at the touch of the warm hands. I guess the dick really is the simplest way to tell how turned on a guy is. Dr Smith adjusted the final electrode on Daniel's cock, his movements clinical and precise. "Okay, Daniel," he said calmly, stepping back to observe the setup. "Now that everything is set up, I'm going to ask you a few questions. First, I'd like you to tell me what fucking Chloe felt like." 

Daniel lay there on the couch, his naked body exposed and wired, the trance holding him in a thick, enveloping fog that made resistance feel distant and unnecessary. He began to recount the memory, his voice slow and detached, describing the warmth, the rhythm, the way her body had moved beneath him. As he spoke, his cock started to lengthen slightly, stirring in response to the recollection. But when he delved deeper into what it felt like to thrust into her pussy, a sudden jolt coursed through the electrodes - a low level of pain that prickled sharply along his shaft. Daniel winced, stopping mid-sentence, his body tensing. What the hell? My cock stings… why? It's just a memory. 

The doctor nodded encouragingly. "Please keep going, Daniel." Gritting his teeth against the discomfort, Daniel continued, pushing through the details even as the pain persisted, a persistent buzz that made his arousal fade. By the time he finished, his cock had gone soft again, limp against his thigh, and he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the butt plug a constant, intrusive reminder in his ass. That hurt… why did thinking about Chloe do that? It's normal stuff. I'm straight, that's my thing. This brain fog's messing with me… 

"You're doing great, Daniel," the doctor praised, his fingers tapping at a control panel to turn off the electrodes. The relief was immediate, the pain ebbing away. "And now, tell me about your encounter with Marcus." Daniel hesitated for a split second, but the words flowed out in the haze of the trance. As he started describing the night - the way Marcus had taken control, the stretch, the unexpected pleasure - the doctor activated the electrodes once more, including the plug in his ass. This time, though, it wasn't pain; instead a warm, vibrating pleasure hummed through him, building in waves that made his cock harden swiftly. He recounted the details with growing intensity, his voice hitching as soft moans escaped his lips, his cock standing at full mast, throbbing in time with the sensations. Oh fuck… that feels good. Recalling Marcus… why is this different? It's just a memory, but… damn. I’m still not gay, though. But - but- why is this so confusing… 

The doctor stopped the electrodes when Daniel trailed off, leaving him breathing heavily. "Well done, Daniel. Now, I'd like you to tell me about the other women you've been intimate with."

Daniel obliged, diving into those past encounters, but once again, the low pain returned to his cock through the electrodes and his arousal wilted under the assault, leaving him soft and unsettled as he finished. Again? Thinking about women hurts now? That can't be right. I'm into them… aren't I? My head hurts, I’m so confused. "Well done, Daniel," the doctor said again, deactivating the devices. "Now, I'd like you to think about Marcus again. Tell me what you like the most about his cock."

The words tumbled out - its size, the way it felt, the power - and as Daniel spoke, the doctor switched the electrodes and plug to the pleasurable mode. Pleasure surged through him, his cock hardening fully, pulsing with need as he described it in detail. God, yeah… thick, veiny… wait, why am I saying this? Fuck this feels amazing, but I'm straight, that was just a one time thing. Daniel finished, panting, and the doctor turned off the device. "Well done, Daniel. Now, finally, I'd like you to go deep and think about what it feels to fuck a woman's pussy."

Daniel's cock was still semi-hard from before, but as he began to delve into the thought, the electrodes activated on the painful setting - this time much stronger. He grunted, the sharper sting making his jaw clench, but he pushed on, his voice strained until he wrapped up quickly. His cock deflated entirely under the onslaught. Fuck, that really hurts… why? Pussy should turn me on…

The doctor switched it off. "Okay, and now please go deep again and think about what it feels like to have your ass fucked by a strong, hung muscular man."

Daniel started talking, the words spilling forth, and he moaned loudly as the doctor restarted the electrodes and plug on a high pleasure setting. Ecstasy built rapidly - his cock hardening in seconds, twitching and throbbing, his rim clenching around the plug in rhythmic pulses. Ahh… so good… stretched, filled… like with Marcus. Why does this feel so right? But I'm not… I’m still straight, right? Daniel wrapped up, still trembling, and the doctor turned them off, carefully removing the electrodes and the plug. Daniel's cock continued to twitch, hard and aching, as the doctor helped him settle back. "Well done, Daniel. Now, I'd like you to think about fucking pussy for me." Daniel flinched at the command, his mind recoiling even without the devices, and his cock began to soften almost immediately. The doctor asked how he felt, and Daniel murmured, "I don’t know, I feel a bit weird, sort of uncomfortable, I guess." Have I always felt like this?

"Okay, Daniel," the doctor continued. "Now, I'd like you to think about being fucked by a strong dominant man with a large cock." Daniel's cock stirred again, hardening to full stiffness in moments. The doctor asked how he felt, and Daniel admitted, "I don’t know… I guess, pretty good." Huh, why does thinking about that feel so good, ugh my head, I’m so confused. "That's good, Daniel," the doctor said approvingly. "You're starting to accept your body's needs." Daniel didn't respond, his thoughts swirling in silence. Accept? What needs? I'm straight… aren't I? The doctor pressed on. "Okay, let's move on, Daniel. Do you understand what it means to be a submissive bottom such as yourself?"

Daniel stuttered, the words foreign even in the trance. "I - I don't know what submissive bottom really means." Bottom? Like… no, that's not my thing. "Don't worry, Daniel," the doctor replied soothingly. "Your body knows a lot of it already. Just like a woman, your hole craves to be filled by a big cock. Do you know what that means?" What? It does? Daniel shook his head slightly. "I - I don't really know." Craves? My ass? That's gay stuff… but that memory from earlier…. The doctor explained patiently. "Well, it means you're only allowed to have a prostate orgasm. Do you understand what that means?"

Daniel blinked through the haze. "Wait, you mean I can only cum by having my prostate played with, not by jerking off?" Only that way? But I jerk off all the time. "That's exactly right, Dan," the doctor affirmed. "See, your mind and body already know a lot of this naturally."Daniel pressed, his voice wavering. "But why can't I jerk off?" The doctor leaned in. "Because the role of the top is to feel pleasure from their cocks, and the role of a bottom is to feel pleasure from their ass - in fact, bottoms such as yourself that are extra submissive and determined to please their top are unable to even get hard." Daniel choked out a "Why?" Unable to get hard? That's crazy… I get hard for women all the time? I don’t understand. "Because a bottom such as yourself doesn't have need for their cock to be hard," the doctor stated matter-of-factly.

Daniel protested weakly. "But what if I'm horny and need to jerk off?" The doctor shook his head. "You need to find a top to fuck you, or you can finger yourself. But you should never jerk off - it'll only confuse your mind and body more, and you don't want that, do you?"Daniel, his mind still hazy, muttered out a quiet "No." No… I don't want more confusion, but this is already confusing… "Yes, that's right, Daniel," the doctor encouraged. "And remember, the softer your cock, the better the pleasure will feel for you and your top."

Really? Daniel hesitated, then said, "Okay." But then he piped up, "How do I stay soft, though? "The doctor smiled reassuringly. "No worries, Daniel. Your body now knows what to do. You'll be fine."

He continued seamlessly. "Let's cover some areas of good behaviour a submissive bottom like yourself should do." The doctor paced slightly, his voice steady. "Firstly, Daniel, your top is always right, and you should always follow his instructions, especially in the bedroom. Secondly, you should never cum unless your top gives you permission or your top has already cum." The doctor paused. "Are you understanding everything so far, Daniel?" Daniel nodded slowly. "I guess." The top's always right? Instructions? This sounds… submissive. But I'm not… fuck, why can’t I think straight! 

The doctor went on. "You also need to be bred by your top at least once a day, unless he tells you he's not in the mood."Daniel's mind, still confused under the trance, asked, "Why?"

"Because a top's balls fill quickly, and if you don't let them breed you, their balls will start to hurt, and you'll be causing them pain. And you don't want that, do you, Daniel?" Daniel hesitated, then said, "No." Cause pain? No I don’t want to do that. The doctor nodded. "Okay, and finally, Daniel, every time you see a muscular man, a bulge, a heavy set of cock and balls in the gym locker room, or anytime you hear a deep masculine voice or smell their sweat, I want you to focus on them. And I want you to think about how good it'll feel to please them, how their cocks will push and stretch your hole, each thrust satiating that strong itch you feel on your prostate."

He continued without pause. "Remember, Daniel, your role is to pleasure your top. Do you think you can do that?" Daniel stuttered, the weight of it all pressing in. "I - I - I - don't know." Please them? Stretch my hole? That's not straight… but my ass, there is an itch… The doctor responded gently. "No worries, let me help you understand." With that, he stood up and began to remove his own clothing, shedding his shirt, pants, and underwear until he stood naked in front of Daniel's naked body, his form lean and muscular under the office lights. What… why is he…? Is this part of the therapy? 

The doctor stood there, his lean, muscular body fully exposed, the office light casting shadows over the defined ridges of his abs and the subtle flex of his thighs. "Tell me how you feel looking at my body." Daniel's eyelids fluttered open in the depths of the trance, his gaze landing on the doctor's naked form. His chest began to rise and fall faster, breaths coming in shallow pants as he scanned the man's physique - the broad shoulders, the trail of dark hair leading down to bushy pubes and a soft cock hanging heavy between his legs. A gulp caught in Daniel's throat, and he felt a strange, insistent itch blooming deep inside his ass, like an urgent craving that pulsed with every heartbeat. Hot… so hot in here. My hole… it's aching, empty. Why? He's just a guy. I'm straight, but… fuck, that body. "I feel hot," Daniel murmured, his voice thick. "My hole is itching."

The doctor reached out, grabbing a fistful of Daniel's hair with a firm but controlled grip, stepping closer until his crotch was inches from Daniel's face. "That's good," he said, his tone low and authoritative. "Your hole is telling you it needs to be filled." At this proximity, Daniel inhaled the doctor's musk - a heady mix of clean sweat and masculine scent that flooded his senses, making his head spin even more. Mmm he smells… good. Strong. His thighs, hairy and close… cock right there. Why do I want…? No, but I’m - The doctor tilted Daniel's head slightly. "Is there anything else you feel?" Daniel gulped again, his mouth dry. "You smell good, and your cock - " He stopped, swallowing hard, the words hanging as his gaze fixed on the doctor's flaccid length, veined and promising even in its soft state.

"Would you like to taste?" the doctor asked, his voice a velvet command.

Without thinking, Daniel's mouth parted instinctively, and he leaned forward, engulfing the soft cock in one smooth motion. Fuck, it feels so good in my mouth. The doctor's grip on his hair tightened, pinning Daniel's face flush against his crotch, his lips pressed to the base as the shaft began to swell inside his mouth. Daniel gagged as it grew, thickening and lengthening down his throat, stretching his jaw wide. The taste - salty, musky skin mixed with a faint tang of pre-cum - flooded his senses, sending a shiver through him. "You're doing well, Daniel," the doctor murmured, his voice steady. "Just breathe through your nose for me and focus on the taste of my cock and how good it makes you feel."

Daniel relaxed into it, his throat adjusting as he suckled gently, the haze urging him on. Unlike times when he'd gotten aroused before, his own cock didn't harden; it remained soft, dangling long but limp between his legs. Instead, the itch in his ass intensified, a throbbing need that made his hole clench emptily, begging for attention. Fuck he tastes… amazing. His cock is filling my mouth, growing bigger. This feels right, though… my ass feels so empty. What does this mean? Aren’t I straight? The doctor finally pulled out, his cock now semi-erect, glistening with Daniel's saliva. "How did that feel?" Daniel licked his lips, breathless. "Your cock tastes so good."

"That's a good boy," the doctor praised, stroking Daniel's cheek briefly. Then he asked, "And Daniel, do you want to fuck me, or do you want me to fuck you?" Daniel stammered, the conflict swirling in his foggy mind. "I - I - don't - " Fuck him? Like a top? But I’m not a top… wait no - I - do I want him inside me either? Fuck, I’m so confused… The doctor interrupted gently. "Well?"

"I'd rather fuck you - I don't know - I'm all confused - " Daniel's voice rose in distress, his body trembling as the haze clashed with his lingering self-image. "Shhh, shh, calm down, Daniel," the doctor soothed, his hand moving to Daniel's shoulder in a reassuring touch. "Focus on the sound of my voice and everything you've learned about your body today." Daniel's breathing slowed, the trance pulling him back under, deeper than before, as he nodded faintly. Mmm I feel so calm… his voice is so soothing. What did I learn? About bottoming? "That's good, Daniel," the doctor continued. "Do you remember what I said about the role of submissive bottoms like yourself?"

"Yes," Daniel whispered. "You said bottoms are never allowed to top, but I - I - that's not me, I - don't - know." His voice trailed off, uncertain. "I think you do know, Daniel," the doctor said firmly. "Look at your body. You can't fuck anyone with a small cock like that." Daniel glanced down at his soft, limp cock, then back up at the doctor, a flush of humiliation mixing with the fog. "But then what do I do? I can't - take it up my ass, I'm - I'm a man."

"That's right, Daniel, but remember, you're also a submissive bottom. Repeat those words to me, please." Daniel gulped, the phrase sticking in his throat before he stuttered it out. "I'm… a submissive bottom." Am I? He told me I am, does that mean I am? Maybe…"Yes, you are, Daniel," the doctor affirmed. "And do you know how I know?" Daniel gulped again. "How?"

"Because only tops are allowed to get hard, whereas a bottom such as yourself is desperate for his ass to be filled. Isn't that right?" Daniel stared, unsure, the itch in his hole growing unbearable. My hole is sesperate… yes, itching bad. But straight men don't do that, do they? "Answer me, Daniel," the doctor prompted. "Yes," Daniel gulped out. "My hole is itching."

"That's right, Daniel - it's itching for my cock. Would you like me to help get rid of the itch?" Daniel nodded tentatively, the haze overriding his doubts. Yes… I need it. "Well, you know where to start," the doctor said, stepping back slightly.

Daniel nodded and leaned in again, swallowing the doctor's cock once more. This time, he sucked with earnest effort, his tongue swirling around the shaft, gagging but not stopping as it swelled to full hardness - an impressive 8” (20.3cm), thick and veined, throbbing against his palate. Saliva dripped from his chin as he worked, bobbing his head until the doctor was rock-hard, the head leaking pre-cum that Daniel lapped up greedily. Fuck… so big… it tastes even better hard. Shit my ass is itching like crazy, I need it in me 

Daniel pulled off, gasping. "Can I…?" The doctor smirked faintly. "Yes good boys get rewards." He moved to sit on the couch, his hard cock standing upright against his toned chest, slick and ready. Daniel turned, his body moving on autopilot in the trance. He straddled the doctor's lap on the couch, positioning himself above the rigid shaft. Slowly, he lowered, the blunt tip pressing against his rim, teasing the puckered entrance. Then the doctor gripped Daniel's hips firmly, guiding him down, the head breaching his hole with a pop that made Daniel moan loudly, pleasure exploding through him as the conditioning amplified every sensation - the stretch, the burn turning to ecstasy. Oh fuck yes, this feels so good, so good, fuck I want more, nghhhh -

The doctor released his hands, letting Daniel take over. Yes, yes, yes, he’s so big, I can feel every inch of him pressing inside, fuck - his cock feels so good. Inch by inch, Daniel sank down until he was balls-deep, shuddering as the full length filled him completely, pressing insistently against his prostate. "How does that feel, Daniel?" the doctor asked, his voice even. Daniel gasped, eyes half-lidded. "It feels so good." He started rocking his hips, moaning with each movement, the cock sliding in and out, slick with natural lube from his arousal. The pleasure built in waves, his soft cock flopping uselessly as he bounced, but the itch deep inside was finally being scratched. The doctor stopped him briefly with a hand on his thigh. "Before we keep going, Daniel, I don't want you to cum. Your only role here is to ride me until I cum. Is that understood?" Yes that’s right, my role is empty to his balls not mine!

"Yes, sir," Daniel panted, resuming his rhythm, bouncing harder, moans escalating into raw cries, clenching his ass around the thick shaft with each descent, squeezing to milk the doctor. His hole gripped tightly, the veined length dragging over his prostate in delicious friction, sending sparks through his body. Nghhh - more - I need more! Daniel's soft cock leaked pre-cum steadily, dribbling down his balls as he felt an orgasm building - not from his dick, but from deep inside. It teased at the edge, making him ride faster, harder, desperate for release. But it never came; the conditioning held him back, leaving him teetering on the brink, frustrated and needy. He kept going like that for another 20 minutes, sweat slicking his skin, his ass slamming down repeatedly while the doctor sat still, effortless, letting Daniel do all the work. Mmmm, his cock feels so good, I can’t get enough!

"How desperate are you for my load in your ass?" the doctor finally asked, his breath quickening a little. Daniel cried out, voice breaking. "Please, sir, I need it!" Yes please sir, breed my hole - fill it - fill it - nghhh - In response, the doctor spread Daniel's cheeks wide, exposing his stretched hole to the cool office air, and began thrusting up powerfully. His hips snapped, pounding deep, the wet slap of skin echoing as he drove harder, his balls tightening. With a low groan, he erupted, hot cum flooding Daniel's ass in thick spurts, coating his insides, seeping around the shaft as Daniel writhed in unfulfilled pleasure, his own orgasm denied, his soft cock still leaking but unable to spill. Mmm it feels so good, I feel so good, his load is deep inside me where it belongs…

The doctor lifted Daniel off, his spent cock slipping out with a wet pop, cum dribbling from Daniel's gaping hole. "Well done. Now clean me up."Daniel slid to the floor on his knees, taking the doctor's cum-smeared cock into his mouth, sucking and licking every drop clean, the taste of cum and ass mingling on his tongue. He’s so tasty, and my hole still feels full, warm, mmm. "That's a good boy," the doctor said, pulling away and standing to dress. Daniel followed suit, pulling on his clothes in a daze, his ass sore and leaking slightly, as he sat back down on the couch opposite Dr Smith, who had returned to his chair.

"Well done, Daniel. You've finally accepted who you are. So now, I'm going to release you from the trance, and everything we've said and done today will be part of your subconscious. You won't remember the contents of the session." He said, straightening his tie. Then, with a snap of his fingers, the doctor freed Daniel from the trance. Daniel blinked, coming out of his daze, feeling a peculiar warmth in his body, especially in his ass, but unable to place why.

"How do you feel, Daniel?" the doctor asked. Daniel shifted, a bit flustered as he glanced at Dr. Smith, as he took in the man’s sharp jawline, muscles bulging through his shirt, balls outlined through his trousers and an odd flutter in his chest for reasons he couldn't grasp. "A little strange I guess… a bit warm, but good, I think."

"That's reassuring," the doctor replied. "We had a very productive session; in fact, I don't think you need therapy anymore."Daniel's eyes widened. "So you're saying I'm cured?"

"Yes, Daniel. I think you'll find yourself pleased with the results."

"Oh shit, man, that's so cool," Daniel said, excitement bubbling up despite the lingering fog. The doctor stood and extended his hand. Daniel rose, shaking it firmly, feeling an odd warmth surge through his groin, towards his ass at the touch of Dr Smith’s big manly hands. Huh, that’s an odd sensation. But he brushed it off, too thrilled to question it; then he turned and left the office, the door clicking shut behind him, unaware of how deeply the changes had taken root.

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