Doctor's Orders 3
by hypnojon32
My eyes widened as I watched Cato blow his huge load. Six, seven, eight streams of ropy cum coated his fine physique. His washboard abs and muscular pecs were coated with cream. And after he had finished, his eyes closed and his hand dropped off his dick as his entire body sank deeper into the sofa and deeper into trance. Soon that would be my hand jerking that rod and those washboard abs and bulging biceps would be for me and me alone. And he was deep and going deeper. I could do it now. I could do it now and there would be nothing he could do to stop me!
I shook myself a little and focused. No. Not yet. I mustn’t rush. Mustn’t jump the gun. I groaned and stroked my own hard on inside my pants. Man was he tanned and toned. So gorgeous. And soon….all mine!
I got up and retrieved a towel I kept around for just such occasions. I handed it over.
“Here, Cato. Clean yourself off with this. When you are finished you can go twice as deep.”
“Yes Doctor.” He did so.
“OK, Cato, all the things you have told me about your self-indulgent life, you will remember when you wake up and the session is over. However now you are going to listen to me very carefully as I give you some important instructions. You will listen and obey without question and when you leave the office Rule # 4 will apply. Remind me of Rule 4 Cato,” I prompted pleasantly.
“What happens in the Doctor’s office stays in the office. I will forget everything that happens in the office while under unless otherwise instructed,” he intoned obediently.
“Very good Cato. OK, let us begin to work on the first aspect of your faulty programming. Your parents spoiled you. You became spoiled, selfish and cruel. So, for the next week, until our next session you will become selfless and kind. Cato, this is important. Are you listening?”
“Yes Doctor.”
When you are at work you will be the first one there and the last one to leave unless there is someone obviously working overtime. You will look for small ways to help your fellow workers even if it is just to lend a stapler, or get someone coffee and a donut. If that happens, you will bring it to them nicely on a plate with condiments on the side. You will say please, thank you and you’re welcome. These three phrases will become your watchwords from now on. What are your watchwords, Cato?”
“My watchwords are please, thank-you, and you’re welcome, Doctor,” he intoned a little robotically. My dick twitched.
“You will seek to be kind this week and not cruel. This means no yelling at anyone anymore. This week, if you start to raise your voice in anger, you will start to cough and keep coughing until you calm down. If there is a legitimate emergency, like a fire, you may yell. Do you understand?”
“Yes Doctor. I may not yell in anger this week.”
“Very good. If you do a good job this week, I will let you have another orgasm next session, one more powerful than the last. Until then, you may jerk off but you may not…will not come without my permission. Don’t even think about climaxing without me. I will be checking up on you. Do you understand?”
“Yes Doctor.”
“You will keep wearing your jock strap and butt plug. When you are not wearing your butt plug, your asshole will be very itchy and horny. And when you are wearing them you will think of me every hour. You will keep up with your workouts. Got it Cato?”
“Got it Doc,” he said sexily, unconsciously flexing a bicep. My dick twitched.
“Good. Time to get dressed Cato.”
He did so, a dreamy smile on his face the whole time. When he was done I sat him down on the sofa again.
“OK, Cato, Time to wake on the count of 5 and face the rest of your day.”
I watched him drifting there for a few minutes. Then I wiped the cruel smile off my face and counted to five.
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My eyes blinked and I stretched for a moment. Did I doze off? What the hell happened? Why couldn’t I remember? I sat there in silence for a moment trying to collect my thoughts. Was he that boring that I fell asleep. He probably was; no I know he was. This guy is a freaking crackpot. I acted like I was agreeing with what he said and figured hey I would just go through the motions just to keep myself going. I stood up brushed my pants off and gave a halfhearted goodbye to Doc.
Stepping out of the office there was a gentle breeze going; I remember thinking to myself this afternoon would be a great time for me to get in a real good run. I hopped in my car and set on my course home. After getting inside and changing my clothes I decided that for shits and giggles I would free ball during my run. I started stretching and for one reason or another my asshole started feeling itchy and almost a little horny. For a moment I figured it was just me getting the blood flowing that was causing it. I really wanted to jack off but I didn’t want to have a cum stain and have to clean myself up before going out. There was something in the back of my mind telling me to change into my jockstrap and put in the butt plug again. I quickly slipped off my shirts and put on a bright red jockstrap and lubed up the butt plug just right and slide it in. I wish I could explain the feelings at that point but I can’t. It was almost like a sense of release or something.
Starting out I shocked my lungs and got ready for a good run. Heading down the first block from my place, I kept thinking back to this afternoon with Doc. Was he really that boring that I fell asleep? It wasn’t very nice of me. I know he is only trying to help me. I mean come on. Sitting with him and discussing why I am such an asshole to people isn’t really such a bad thing…even if I was lying out my ass to him.
‘Oooooohhhh!!!! I had such a rough childhood. Daddy hit Mommy and Daddy never came to any of my little league games.’ I thought, mockingly. Puuhh-lease….If there was one thing I knew how to do; it was blow smoke up someone’s ass. The guy would buy into it. Bing Bang Boom; I would be back on board at work in no time.
A couple more blocks down the street and I came to a stop sign. It almost seemed like a fog was stuck inside my head. I kept thinking back to my visit with the Doc. He did have a point about what he said from the get go. This was my only chance of keeping my job. I should stick it out and try to cut him some slack. After meandering along the course I came back home and saw I had a message on my answering machine. Listening to it I saw it was my assistant. She would go on to explain that she had a family emergency and needed a few days off and to return her call ASAP. First off when I first hired her it was based on her looks around; big tits, tight ass; about as intelligent as a piece of toast. She would always stay late for me and I had the girl eating out of the palm of my hand. From the time of my employment I threw her a couple bones and gave her the best fucking of her life. We both kept things on the down-low. I kept her on a short leash by telling her I wanted to spend my life with her, and I was so madly in love with her. I picked up the phone and dialed. She answered right away.
“Vanessa…okay I understand your grandmother is very sick. Take all the time you need to be with your family. Yes thank you for everything. Please take care of yourself. I will see you when you get back.” I pushed the button for off and hung up the phone. Thinking to myself, did I really just say what I really did? There was something tingling in my head. It was only for a split second that I thought something was wrong but then a wave of warm gooey pleasure washed over me. I needed to talk to Doc.
I pulled out the card again and dialed his number “Hey Doc it’s me Cato Masters. I need to see you right away.”
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“Hello Cato. Good to hear your voice. However, I’m in a session right now. I’ll call you back at the top of the hour. Good bye.” I hung up without waiting for a response. Then I buzzed my secretary and told her to hold all my calls.
I lay back in my chair with my feet up on the desk. I wasn’t in a session. I was happily engaged in throwing darts at my door where there was a large photo of an ex-president. After I’d thrown 20 darts or so and was bored with that, I examined my nails, palm outward. I took a nail file out of a drawer and proceeded to give myself a slow and careful manicure of all ten nails. By the time I’d finished 20 minutes had gone by and it was the top of the hour. I thought with satisfaction about how Cato must be stewing in his juices, agonizing, waiting for my call.
I punched in the numbers. “So Cato, what can I do for you?”
“Geez, Doc! Finally! I need to see you right away!”
“We’re not scheduled until next week Cato. Your health plan won’t cover another visit,” I warned. I was lying shamelessly.
“I don’t care about that! I’ll pay you! I need to see you! I need to see you…hear your voice.”
“It’s $200 for the hour,” I warned him. Another blatant lie. It was $100. But what he didn’t know would supply me with enough cash to get a lap dance at the gay strip club that night.
“Fine! I don’t care! I need to see you! Something weird’s happening to me! My bitch assistant called for time off and instead of firing her ass, I practically gave her a raise. What the hell did you do to me?”
“Well, come on over and we’ll talk about it Cato. Bring cash.” I slammed down the phone.
In just half an hour, he was there.
I kept him waiting for five minutes, then without letting my excitement show, I ushered him in.
He rushed in, eyes wild, his forehead shiny with sweat. He slapped a wad of cash, two fifties and a mess of twenties…onto my desk. “Here! Two hundred! Now clear your schedule! I have a few bones to pick with you….Doctor!”
Unconcernedly, I wandered over and idly counted the money quickly. Oh yeah! I couldn’t wait to turn those 5 twenties into singles. “Calm yourself Cato! I’m sure we’ll work over all your…bones,” I snickered unkindly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Rule 3 applies,” I said. I will always feel at home and at peace in the Doctor`s home and office.
“Huh??” he asked unintelligently. I watched in amusement as even as he asked, he took a huge, calming breath and the sweat visibly decreased off his forehead. His eyes lost that wild look. He calmed visibly and sat down on the couch. “Doc….what’s happening to me?”
“Why don’t you tell me a bit more about what you mean,” I suggested, knowing exactly what he meant.
“I didn’t go to work today. I couldn’t stop running and working out. I should have chewed out and fired my secretary bitch like I said but instead I practically gave her a fricking paid vacation! I had an odd compulsion to wear a butt plug and a jock strap, which I’m wearing as we speak and I can’t get you out of my head! And whenever I do think of you, I get this warm gooey happy feeling! I don’t like it! I’m not supposed to feel like that about guys!”
I suppose I could have hypnotized him then and there. But I preferred to play with him a bit more, the way a cat plays with a mouse, and see where this led. I found the idea of him realizing he was even now my captive, highly arousing.
“Well Cato, I’ll be frank with you. I hadn’t planned on your response to the whole working out thing. It must be your narcissism at work. As for your secretary, it’s all part of the plan to make you a better person at work so others there can tolerate you enough so that you won’t be fired. That is why you came to me after all! As for the good, gooey feelings, I guess it’s the positive programming I told you to feel about me kicking in.”
“Programming! What are you talking about? We haven’t even started yet! You never hypnotized me!”
My feral, smug smile said it all.
“You…you did? How? When? Wait, and what about the butt plug?”
“It’s to stretch your asshole to prepare it for when I fuck it,” I said bluntly.
Cato leapt off the couch. “What the fuck!?” he screamed. “You’re insane! I’m getting out of here! I’m calling the cops! You’re…you’re just….just crazy!” He made for the door. I yawned. I’d heard it all before.
“Rule 1 applies! Freeze Cato! Come back here! Stand in the middle of the room!”
Cato’s hand was inches away from the door when I spoke in my deep, authoritative voice. He fought me. His arm froze but shook. He pressed on toward the door.
But there was no fighting me. “Rule 5 applies! Rule 1 applies. Come back here Cato!”
His arm shook more violently and then locked. It dropped to his side. Robotically, he turned and walked back into the middle of the room until he stood in front of me.
“Stand to attention and don’t move!” I ordered.
His legs shifted and locked, toes pointed outward in military fashion and his arms snapped to his side. He struggled but he couldn’t move.
“Wha – What the fuck did you do to me?”
“As you can guess, my dear Cato, I’ve already hypnotized you! And very shortly I shall trance you again. I will tweak your programming and expand upon it. And eventually, I will make you mine.”
“What kind of fuck-up are you! I’m my own man! I won’t let you do that to me! Never! NEVER!” He struggled mightily but he couldn’t break free.
“Oh Cato! I stroked his cheek with a finger. He recoiled at my touch but I didn’t mind. “You already have. I just have to finish the process.”
“NO! NEVER! Heeelllp!!” he yelled.
I smirked. “Oh…I’m afraid it’s much too late for that, my new boytoy!” I watched his face as it registered his shock at me calling him that new name and then drove the final nail home. “SUCCESS IS SERVING!” I intoned clearly.
“NO! NO! I….I…Yes, Doctor.”
“Sit down Cato.”
“Yes Doctor.”
A few hours later:
I spent the next few hours shamelessly, mercilessly, and blatantly brainwashing Cato into a state of total and robotic servitude. My domination over him was total.
He would work out 5 days a week until I was satisfied he was becoming a gentleman. When I was satisfied, he could cut back to 3. If he regressed back into a cruel dominator, he would start working out more. However, he would not let his workouts interfere with his work schedule or appointments (especially mine…hehe) or errands.
He would keep the butt plug in 24/7 now and only take it out to take a shit. He would not question it. Every moment it was out, his ass would become a writhing, twitching, itching agony of horniness and moreover his tits would feel like they were being pinched and twisted, driving him mad with desire. I had fun with this bit of programming as I illustrated the feelings he would experience by chestplaying him into a writhing, sobbing mass of yearning lust. I was relentless.
He would start to wear more revealing clothes. Masculine, but tight. Jeans and slacks that would fit his legs like a second skin and show off his butt. Shirts that would accent his pecs and biceps. Casual shirts that stretch against his biceps. If he needed to wear dress shirts he would adopt a new habit of rolling up his sleeves. Jock straps and tight lycra boxer briefs as underwear only from now on.
He would think about me every 3 hours and every time he did he could feel such a pleasure rush that he would pre-cum. He would not resist, would not question. However, he would obediently wait for my call or until an appointment. He would drop everything, anything to come at my beck and call.
I took total financial domination over him. He retained all rights and holdings to his finances but by the time I was done with him, he would give me any amount of money or any gift I asked for, whenever I asked for it. He would not resist. He would not question, only obey.
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“On the count of 3 come wide awake. One…two….three!”
Cato’s baby blues fluttered and opened. He yawned and stretched and smiled like a happy fat cat. He looked and felt sated and lazy and well he should as I had milked him three times into deeper levels of submission.
“Mmmmmm….hello Doc. How long was I out?”
“A few hours. Go ahead and get dressed.”
“OK.” He stood up totally and unashamedly naked. He would always feel most comfortable around me naked now. Even in only his jock strap he would feel like he was overdressed. He got dressed.
“Wow, all my clothes feel so loose somehow,” he commented. “Maybe I’ll have them altered.”
“Good idea,” I said casually, knowing he would no matter what I said.
“Thanks for seeing me Doc. I feel a lot better and it was worth every penny of that $200.00.”
“That’s good.” When he finished dressing I sat at my desk and pointed at the seat opposite me. “Have a seat Cato.”
“Yes Doctor,” He obeyed without question.
I looked deep into his eyes. “You always feel good when you come to me. Every time you see me you feel better and better.”
I could see his gaze lock with mine. He couldn’t look away. “Yes Doctor. That’s true,” he said in a slight monotone.
“Every time you see me you feel better…and…better,” I reiterated.
“Yes Doctor. Better and better.”
“You look forward to our appointments more and more. Our appointments are the best time of your life.”
“Yes Doctor. Best time of my life.”
“Good,” I blinked and broke eye contact abruptly, enjoying the disorienting effect it had on him. “Oh, one more thing, Cato.”
“Yes Doctor?”
I took a deep breath. “I want you to write me a cheque for $3000.00.”
“Of course, Doctor.” Cato pulled out his checkbook and an onyx pen and wrote out the cheque without hesitation. He ripped it off and handed it to me. I took it and smiled as I ripped him off.
I blew on the ink to dry it and said, “Thank you Cato. You may go. I look forward to your next appointment and hearing about all about the changes in your life.”
He shook my hand enthusiastically. “Thanks Doc. See you next week.”
I pumped back and made pretence of slapping his shoulder as well. I slid a clinical hand over his bicep. He tried and almost concealed the sappy look on his face as he felt me touching him.
“Wow, Cato that’s quite an arm! Quite a bod! Say…!” I said as if I’d just thought of it. “Have you ever thought of dancing? Could be a bit of money in it for you.”
“Whaddya mean Doc?” Tap? Jazz? I’d never thought about it. How could that make me money?”
“No I was thinking for along the lines of exotic. You know…stripping. There’d be a lot of women…and others…fighting to stuff your underwear full of cash.”
Cato blushed. He actually blushed and it was adorable. “Uhhh…Geez Doc I’d never thought about that…I mean, I never thought about doing that! I mean….uhhhhhhhh…..”
“It’s ok Cato. Don’t worry about it.” He calmed instantly. “We’ll see how things go this week and if you are a good boy we’ll discuss it further. OK?”
He smiled. “OK Doctor. Thanks.” He was unable to hide the warm gooey feeling of pleasure at those words, like warm custard running into his belly that I knew he was feeling.
“You’re welcome Cato. Bye now.”
“Bye Doctor.”
I let him reach for the door before I called out. “Oh, and Cato?”
“He turned at once. “Yes Doctor?”
“Rule 4 applies.” I said.
“Yes Doctor. I understand perfectly.” He waved shortly and left.
I leaned back in my seat and laced my hands behind my head. I picked up the cheque and looked at it for a few moments. I smiled ferally. Being the Boss was great.
To be continued