Therapy

© 2010 by the author

"Pleasure."

Jonas's face betrayed his confusion. The Doctor could see that he was uncertain what the word meant in the present context. The Doctor smiled encouragingly at the young man and waited for a response, but none came.

"Pleasure," the Doctor prompted. "You were talking about pleasure at the end of our last session."

Jonas couldn't remember. More and more of late, he could not remember what transpired during his hours with the Doctor. He felt good after them, he knew that, but he couldn't remember why. But he said, "Oh, yes. I was talking about pleasure." He really didn't remember, but he liked to agree with the Doctor.

The Doctor nodded at him as if that was the answer he had been waiting for, "Continue. What brings you pleasure?"

Jonas suddenly knew that his assignment had been to define pleasure for the Doctor. He felt so bad that he hadn't done so. He knew the Doctor would be disappointed in him, and he didn't like to disappoint the Doctor. The Doctor was so kind to him, so helpful, so understanding. "Things that make me feel good. Like sex." The answer emerged from his mouth without conscious thought. Jonas hoped that his answer would win the Doctor's approval. He bit on his lip and watched the Doctor.

The Doctor shifted in his seat. He reached down with his right hand and began stroking the back of his pet's head. "Yes, most people would say sex is pleasurable. But why, Jonas, why?"

Jonas spoke tentatively. He wasn't sure of the right answer. "I don't know. It just feels good." He couldn't take his eyes off the Doctor as he stroked the pet. The Doctor's palm barely grazed the back of the pet's head and neck, his fingers trailing lightly through the pet's hair. The pet sat up so that the doctor could reach it more easily. It arched its neck to let the doctor touch it with the tips of his fingers. The Doctor's fingers looked so strong, as he gently massaged the back of the pet's neck, the balls of his thumbs moving in a circular motion.

Jonas thought he had dreamt about the Doctor massaging his neck that way, his fingers' kneading the back of Jonas's neck, making him relax, communicating his thoughts into Jonas's mind. Jonas could almost feel the Doctor's fingers on his neck now, the Doctor's calm, strong thoughts flowing into his head and making him feel so peaceful. He always felt so much better when he was with the Doctor.

And the peace that he found in the sessions lasted so much longer now. When he had first started seeing the Doctor, the Red Feeling had started coming back soon after he left the office. The Red Feeling. That's how he thought of it. Red oozed down from the upper right corner of his vision, and the anger flooded into him. It took over, and he had to find release. It didn't matter how, he just had to destroy something, to hurt someone, and then he felt better for a while. But the relief didn't last long. The Red Feeling always came back.

Now, the Red Feeling was almost gone. Sometimes there would be a whisper of it, just the fleeting consciousness of a jagged wash of red, like a lightning streak, across a scene. But then he would hear the Doctor's voice, and it would fade.

"Yes, Jonas, sex is pleasurable." The Doctor sighed inwardly. Jonas had so little imagination. His vision of pleasure was so predictable. Pleasure, there were so many forms of pleasure. Some of us, he thought, are lucky enough to find special forms, means of pleasure unknown to the average person. Was Jonas capable, the Doctor wondered, of understanding my source of pleasure? He thought not. Would Jonas ever understand the pleasures to be found in the steady molding, the daily reconstitution, of another's psyche, until he became yours, totally yours? One of my pets, thought the Doctor. Totally dependent on me, willing to do anything for me just for a few hours of ecstasy. He had already taken Jonas far down that path.

Jonas's parents were happy with the results to date. The destructive rages were gone now. Drugs and hypnotherapy had worked their usual miracle. The parents had been so befuddled when they had first enrolled Jonas at his clinic for long-term treatment. The model student and hardworking boy had blossomed when he went off to college, but in the wrong way. He had "fallen in with a bad crowd." His drug arrest had been "a frame-up." Jonas had been "doing a friend a favor by carrying the drugs for him."

"Perhaps we are to blame, Doctor," they had offered. The rationalizations embarrassed them so much that they couldn't even look at the Doctor. Instead they gazed out the windows at the acres of lawn surrounding the facility, at the groves of trees that hid the high walls enclosing the clinic. They wanted the Doctor to deny the possibility that they might be at fault, and he had supplied the balm they sought. "We can never be sure why such things happen. The important thing is not to find someone to blame but to concentrate on helping Jonas get well."

And he had helped Jonas. He had worked his usual miracles. His colleagues would not approve of this therapeutic methods if they learned about them. But the Doctor found the traditional methods so boring. His techniques had such pleasant results, and they did no harm. "First do no harm"--the basic maxim of all medical treatment. How well he had followed that rule. The patients were "cured," their families were happy, and they paid the Doctor's extravagant fees promptly. He had helped so many young men find peace and happiness and lead useful lives.

It was time to begin. The drug had had time to begin to work on Jonas's mind, calming him and making him receptive to suggestion. "You find the blue light very relaxing and calming, Jonas."

As soon as the doctor spoke, Jonas's eyes shifted to the column of blue gel on the table beside the doctor's chair. The light in the base began to pulse on and off, causing the particles suspended in the gel to phosphoresce and then fade. With his free hand, the Doctor pushed the button controlling the rheostat for the lights in the room, slowly dimming them.

"Just relax, Jonas. Let your body and mind relax. Just listen to my voice and relax." The Doctor modulated his voice so that it became warm and comforting. Jonas's body sagged into the chair, and his face lost all expression as the muscles around his mouth and eyes grew slack. His chin dropped down, and his mouth opened a bit. The blue light flickered on and off in his eyes as the Doctor continued to hypnotize him and take him deeper and deeper into a trance. Beneath his fingers, he could feel the pet relax as well. It, too, had been trained through the blue light. The pet was long since passed the point where it needed the blue-light therapy, but it still responded to the light.

"You are lying on a beach. The sand is warm beneath your body. The sun is shining gently down, warming your body. You feel so comfortable. The heat of the sand and the sun penetrate your body, relaxing your muscles. You feel so calm and peaceful. Off in the distance, the waves are breaking gently against the shore. The water foams up onto the sand and then slowly drains back. It is so peaceful to listen to the waves."

The Doctor switched on the recording of waves breaking against a shore. The volume was quite low at first, just at the edge of consciousness, but it grew slowly until it was part of the subject's environment. The Doctor found that it helped with the illusion. Jonas did not know it was a recording. For him, it was just part of the scene he was experiencing in his mind. The Doctor also had recordings of water flowing in streams, rain, wind through trees—all of them helped create the experience of reality.

Control, it's all about control, thought the Doctor. I love controlling them, I love making them want to be controlled, to enjoy being controlled. The Doctor continued to pour thoughts of peace and warmth and security into the young man's mind.

The blue light pulsed rhythmically on and off in Jonas's eyes. He stared fixedly at it, but he wasn't seeing the light. The words the Doctor fed into his mind had transported him to another place. He was lying naked on a beach, the warm sun flowing into his body and relaxing his muscles. His arms and legs felt so heavy, as if they were sinking into the sand. He didn't want to move, he couldn't move. All he could do was relax, more and more. He felt so warm, so comfortable, so secure, so relaxed.

"Just relax. Sink into the sand. The sun relaxes your body. The sound of the waves relaxes your mind. Close your eyes, Jonas, and just relax. A wave flows gently up onto the shore, over the sand, foaming with white bubbles, and the water sinking into the sand, the water flowing back into the ocean, taking all tension with it, and leaving you so relaxed, so comfortable, so secure. Your thoughts drift away, float away into the ocean. Your mind is blank. It feels so good. There are no thoughts in your mind. Just warmth and pleasure. Listening to my voice gives you so much pleasure, Jonas. Following my voice gives you so much pleasure. It makes you feel so good when you listen to me, Jonas, and follow what I say. It gives you so much pleasure just to listen to my voice and to follow what I am saying. My voice merges with the voice in your head, and it feels so good. Just relax and listen to what I am saying. My thoughts are becoming your thoughts. It feels so good to relax and have my thoughts fill your mind."

Slowly the Doctor took Jonas into a deep trance, repeating the essential points over and over. Jonas had reached the point in his conditioning when he associated pleasure with pleasing and obeying the Doctor. It would, the Doctor, thought take only a few more sessions to deal with the problem that had led Jonas's parents to deliver him into the Doctor's hands for treatment. Those elements would soon be eliminated from Jonas's psyche, and he would become the dutiful son and good student his parents wanted.

The Doctor had long ago concluded that eliminating the behavioral problems in his young charges that their parents and society thought undesirable was not enough. No, fairness and justice to the young men who were deposited in his care required something more. They deserved a reward. They had earned the right to a lifetime of pleasures, private pleasures that would reinforce their desire to behave. And if creating those private pleasures sated the Doctor's desire for control, so much the better.

It was time for the positive reinforcement aspect of Jonas's session. The pet would enjoy today's training. The daily sessions of physical training had tightened Jonas's body. He was not only in better mental shape than he had been when he arrived but also in much better physical shape. His arms had hardened to the point that the vein running up the front of the bicep was like a thick cord, his abs had become prominent, his thighs could be bigger but they were now nicely defined, and his pecs and shoulders were hard arcs of muscle.

"Just relax, Jonas. Think back to our last session. Remember how you learned that you could control the amount of sensation you felt in any part of your body. The pet is going to begin stroking you. Concentrate on his hands and fingers as they move over your body. His touch will feel ten times better than anyone's touch has ever felt before. You will feel better than you have ever felt before. Your entire body is sensitive. Every part of your body is ultra-sensitive to the pet's touch."

At the Doctor's signal, the pet stood up and began examining Jonas's body. Like Jonas, he was totally naked. Jonas's right hand lay relaxed at his side, palm upward. The fingers curled over the palm, totally relaxed. The pet slowly reached out the tip of a finger and lightly touched the tip of Jonas's little finger. A moan came from deep within Jonas's chest.

"Just relax, Jonas. Focus on the sensation in your hand. Your body will remain limp and relaxed for now. Just enjoy what the pet is doing. Focus on that."

Barely touching Jonas's skin, the pet traced a line along Jonas's finger and then across the palm. When he reached the wrist, he began stroking it in a gentle circular motion. Jonas moaned again. The pet lowered his head to Jonas's wrist and kissed it, his tongue licking the spot he had been stroking. His hands and his mouth began to caress Jonas's body. His touch was the lightest whisper over Jonas's skin, but it was an explosion inside Jonas's head.

Inside Jonas's mind, the Doctor's voice and the maelstrom of sensations swirling throughout his body merged. Listening to the Doctor's voice brought pleasure. Following the Doctor's voice as it filled his mind brought infinite pleasures. He joyously embraced the Doctor's control as his body was flooded with sensations stronger than any he had ever experienced.

The pet's and Jonas's bodies slowly merged. The Doctor did not want to rush them to climax. Their legs and arms encircled each other tightly, their breathing slowly grew harsh and raspy. Their sweat-lubricated bodies began rocking back and forth against each other. Neither noticed. All their attention was focused on the pleasures flowing through their bodies. Neither was aware of the Doctor's control—the casual phrase now and then that directed their activities and slowly brought them to orgasm. Their young bodies grew hard and rigid until the Doctor's command released them into a deep sleep after the final spasm, their bodies intertwined, their minds blank and spent. After a few minutes, the Doctor spoke the commands that sent Jonas to his room. The young man would sleep soundly until morning.

The Doctor wrote up his notes on the sessions for Jonas's file. Tomorrow, he thought, tomorrow I will increase the reward.

END

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