Synopsis: A concerned uncle sends
his hunky nephew to a doctor for a
much needed adjustment
This is a work of fiction. All
rights reserved. You must be over 18 to
read it. Although this tale can
stand on its own it would be advisable to
read my other story ‘Play Ball’
first. To sunfiregod >),‘m’ & ‘b" thank you
all esp. Wrestlr who is always
available to lend a thought/comment/suggestion
to his fellow writers! To the
reader have your own fun ‘doing Connor’ in your
mind *>)
Just
What The Dr. Ordered
By
Cicero
"Yes,
yes Warren he is right outside in my waiting room. No I fully understand the
situation and be assured he'll come back to you a new man."
I hung up the
phone and glanced at the file in front of me. I opened It and read my latest
patient's file. Connor Blake, only son and sole heir of the deceased
multi-industrialist Steven Blake, mother long dead, currently 20 yrs. old and
soon to be of an age to take over Blake enterprises as CEO. Warren Blake,
Connor's uncle, has been running the family empire now for quite some time as
trustee until Connor reached 21yrs. much to young Connor's annoyance. Seems
Connor intends to oust dear Uncle Warren. Warren has been a good friend over
the years both to myself and the rest of our group discerning gentlemen. Young
Connor is a threat to that. Lucky for Warren the young hotshot has gotten into
a few trivial sexual escapades but, under Warren's colorful reinterpretation,
the nervous Board of Blake Enterprises has asked for an evaluation of his
behavior. Of course Warren insisted on someone well known and someone was of
course myself.
I'm something
celebrity in the field of behavioral analysis thanks to my work with the
various professional sports leagues. I help them deal with their problem jocks.
You know the type. Real hell-raisers when not playing their chosen sport. As I
started to pull out a picture of young Connor from the file my mind drifted
back to my beginnings. My first client had been a rather arrogant young
baseball player who had attended counseling sessions with me under court order.
I had certainly reformed him. Under my guidance young Derrick had gone from an
aggressive hetero stallion off the field to a contented bottom boy now happy
married to an older chubby gentleman. His on-field performance had improved as
his off - field antics disappeared; as a result, the other teams had been so
impressed they forced their stars to meet with me as well for therapy. Yes,
thanks to Derrick my patient base had grown until almost every major jock in
pro-sports were under my care. Well, my care and that of a select circle of
former wimps who had the cash and the desire to have a studly jock moaning
under them. Amazing how many rich men had been mind-fucked in school by jocks.
Revenge was sweet & expensive but being able to butt-fuck some sport stud
was probably worth it to them at any price. Warren had provided me with startup
cash when I required it and the political muscle to deflect any inquiries from
curious sportswriters. I had provided him with a young highly paid cutie from a
certain Southern baseball team.
I glanced at
the picture Warren had provided of his nephew. Not bad. The young heir had that
classic face that connoisseurs of beauty succumbed too. Light brown hair and
green eyes; I'd say about 6'1'' give or take and inch. The picture had been
taken at the family pool. Nice body, very nice indeed chiseled and defined.
Seems young Connor was a triple letter boy in school in baseball, swimming, and
wrestling. How delightful a jock too judging by the bulge in his Speedos young
Connor was hung!
I reached for
the intercom on my desk. "Send Mr. Blake in."
My newest
client sauntered in and sat down in the chair in front of me swinging one
muscular leg over the armrest and assuming a defiant pose. An attitude already.
Good , that will make it even more exciting. I gazed at him. He was prime grade
stud meat all right and from what his uncle said a young man cocksure of
himself and the sexual heat he gave off. Warren told me there were many young
girls in the area, and some of their mothers too according to rumor, that had
sampled Connor's private charms. His tight pants hugged his muscular thighs and
showed his meat off quite nicely.
"Look
doc," he growled in a deep, sexy voice laden with defiance & smug
superiority, "I know you deal with a lot of head cases but mine is screwed
on right okay."
"Connor
I never..." I began to reply.
"I
prefer Mr. Blake doc," he interrupted. "I'm not a boy doc."
I breathed
deeply. Breaking this young pup was going to be a pleasure. He reminded me of
Paco Estoba, a young soccer sensation that I had treated. Paco was a pure super
talent wrapped in a sensual package but with an ego off field to match his
gifts on field. He had strolled into my office looking like a walking wet dream
clothed in tight shirt & pants that offset his rugged body. I could still
see him sitting right where Connor was now with his sultry Latin good looks,
dark curling hair& blue-violet eyes bragging to me about his scoring
techniques both on the field and off. By the end of the first week I had
introduced him to the pleasures of having goals scored between his muscular
posts. In fact, he was at my home now waiting for his papi to come home and
drive it between his posts again. Connor was going to be just as exciting a
conquest. "Mr. Blake," I said calmly. "Let's try to get through
this alright. After all it's just a formality. The Board is concerned about
your sexual indiscretions."
"You
mean my whiny asshole uncle doc," he mumbled as he adjusted in his chair.
His pants moved farther up against his manhood. He noticed me staring and
quickly adjusted his position bringing his leg down to close his powerful
thighs together. The effect was only to reemphasize his bulging crotch.
Time to try
an experiment I thought. "You feel your behavior is acceptable young
man" I said forcefully.
"Well.....
I mean," Connor sputtered. "Of course... yes of course."
Just as I had
suspected. Like all jocks young stud-boy had spent a good amount of time under
a coach's rule. He was thus extremely susceptible to authority when it was
focused on him.
"AND IT
IS DOCTOR YOUNG MAN[,] GOT IT " I barked emphasizing the young part. First
strip of his age, then his perceived manhood then, his...
"Sorry
Doctor," he replied quickly. He began to squirm in discomfort.
" NOW
SIT UP STRAIGHT BOY!" I growled. He sat upright in the chair.
Connor
flushed a becoming red as he realized that he had obeyed me instinctively. He
was now off-balance and ready to be taken!
I gazed at
him warmly. "You know sexual acting out is a sign of insecurity in young
boys," I stated in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Insecurity,"
he replied. I cut him off with a wave of my hand and pressed on.
"The
need to prove something. Yes, a definite subliminal cry for help. Perhaps an
inferiority complex or a desire to fight submerged homosexual longings." I
watched as Connor's mouth dropped open in shock.
"Me...,"
he choked out, "some fagot cunt-boy." Connor sputtered. " I'm
one fucking stud sir." Good he was breaking down to accept my authority.
"I've been fucking women since I first sprouted hair down there! Hell
those pussies can't get enough of my stud juice and I never run out of cream
for them. A real man never does right sir!" He said with a wink and a
smirk. "That will be the day some fudge packer gets me turned on."
I made a
quick mental note: permanent crotch & full body hair removal a must on stud
boy with a definite milking session as well. "It's just as I feared
son," I oozed in sincerity. "This sexual acting out coupled with
outlandish sexual bragging. Even your compulsion to play sports. All classic
signs of a fragile ego. Definitely symptomatic of a possible erotic desire to
be around men."
"No way
sir," he cried. "Not ... around guys .... no honest really." He
was already breaking down to a child-like frame of mind. Watching the mental
destruction of this handsome young stud play out on his sensual face was
erotically invigorating.
"Well I
could be wrong," I said calmly. "We could test?"
He looked at
me in relief. "Please Doctor ... if there is some test. Then you'd know
I'm straight sir."
"Well,
we could definitely find out if you are willing," I answered quietly.
"Hmm, no perhaps it's best we didn't test you."
"Please
sir," Connor insisted as he leaned up in his chair. "Test away. I 'm
not some pussy-boy." He stared at me imploringly. His handsome face filled
with an intensity to please.
I took a long
deep breath. Got you stud boy. Yeah by the time I'm done with you it won't be
your head that's screwed. You'll be a raving cockhound! Young jocks are so
quick to prove their manhood. "All right if you insist." I pressed a
button and the room lights dimmed. "Now I want you to focus on a panel
just above my head that will shortly light up. Concentrate on it at all times
while you practice deep breathing."
"Focus
& breath deep--got it," nodded Connor who gazed up at the panel as a
swirling light appeared.
It had been a
few months since I had heard from Warren but judging from our last conversation
things had turned out well for him. Young Connor had signed over total
ownership of his estate to his beloved Uncle and Blake Enterprises had finally
secured a long desired major asset in the technology field from a reclusive
elderly Asian tycoon for an undisclosed consideration. I'm sure Connor is
enjoying Asia.
My phone
rang. I was expecting this call. "Yes, it is good to hear from you too. Of
course I had read about his problems. Younger sons can be troublesome of
course. But, I'm sure I can change that. Good, I'll write him in for my
three-week intensive clinic. You know it might be helpful if his older brother
attended too. My pleasure Your Highne..fine Charles then!"