The Couch

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THE COUCH

CHAPTER ONE

 This day seemed to be never ending! I felt as if I was being tortured and dying an agonizing death by 1000's paper cuts! I wanted to scream to this whiny bitch to stop talking … I wanted to give her a smack on her fat face that will make her spin out of my office!

 I smiled instead to my second last patient of the day as she repeated for the thousands times her litany of complaints against her ex-husband, how much she hated him for leaving her, how sick she was feeling, how her job sucked etc. I quickly switched off and started thinking about the past few weeks and how boring they had been. There had been only divorced women with their stupid problems! How I longed to have a male patient to have some fun with! Not that they were aware of what I was doing to them... you see … I am a psychologist who uses often hypnosis to help patients to overcome their neuroses and, in the case of male patients, to give me some needed sexual relief. I particularly love to hypnotize bored housewives and convince them that their husbands should also be there during our sessions. How easy it was to hypnotize these distracted, straight men and then to fuck them in front of their deeply asleep wives. I had also been able to train few of my male patients to become my personal slaves, ready to satisfy me whenever I wanted; who would have given everything that they owned away just for the pleasure of being fucked by me. No one would have guessed what was going on in my studio since to the world I was married with two lovely children.  

 The past two weeks had been the worst in my career. I only had divorced women with no other man in their life, just like this one in front of me, or men for whom I felt no sexual attraction whatsoever.   How I longed to have one of those middle-aged business men I had in therapy few months back, sitting in front of me, deeply asleep ready to pleasure me and pay me handsomely for it! My cock started stirring in my pants just at the thought of it! I was brought back down to earth by the punctual tears of my patient,  who was now decrying her misery and uselessness in life ..  how nobody loved her, not even her children. I muttered the usual comments and finally the session was over and she was gone! I had ten minutes to relax before my last patient of the day. When I checked in my calendar I noticed that it was a new patient and his name was Chris Nielsen. I quickly googled his name, trying to see how he looked like but his name and surname are too common in Denmark to find anything specific. I guess I just had to wait!

 When I heard the knock on my door I pressed the 'record' button on the cameras that I installed strategically through the whole office and told him to come in. The sight of him left me almost speechless. He was tall, at least 180, blond with short hair cut in a traditional business cut, dressed in a suit with a powerful, manly handshake. I spoke almost on auto-pilot as I studied every part of his body and face. He was extremely nervous, saying that this was his first time seeing a psychologist and he was not really sure how to talk about his problems with a stranger. In that moment I wanted to hug him and tell him that I would take good care of him! I gave him instead the scripted and well-rehearsed response that I give to all my patients. I told him that whatever he was going to tell me would remain in this room and that no one would ever know. This seemed to relax him a little and I asked him why he was here. He explained that he has lost the joy in life, in his family, his wife never wanted to have sex after the fourth child was born, how he was stuck in a routine that he hated and that was killing him. What he said didn't surprise me at all!  Nevertheless, I asked him few pointed questions and quickly assessed in my head that he was depressed and having a 'typical' mid-life crisis. 

 The fifty minutes therapy session flew by and I told him that I could help him with some weekly therapy that would probably involve some hypnosis sessions. When I mentioned the word 'hypnosis' he looked totally horrified and said that he would never agree to do that. I was a bit shocked by his strong reaction and asked discreetly if he'd had some previous experiences, maybe bad experiences with hypnosis. He shook his head and said that it was against his beliefs. He was a Jehovah's witness and he believed that hypnosis would leave his mind open to the works of Satan and maybe even become possessed by demons. I should have laughed at this but I kept my face serious and professional and explained that I had worked for many years using hypnosis and that I had never heard of anything like that but, if that was his wish, he would not propose it ever again. He looked at me gratefully and we arranged the next session. It was not an easy thing to do since his wife didn't know that he was seeing a psychologist and also because he was really busy with work and the church. I told him that as a personal favour to him I would agree to see him on a Saturday. He almost cried in relief and shook my hand thankfully. The moment his skin touched mine, waves of lust ran through my body and my cock started stiffening. When he left, I locked the door and replayed the video of the whole session with Chris. My cock was now fully erect and I started masturbating while I froze the video on a particular good shot of Chris' face. I felt the orgasm mounting quickly inside of me and after few strokes I shot my load all over the floor. As I cleaned myself up I thought again on what Chris said … Jehovah's witness … this was going to be fun! 

 CHAPTER TWO

 I was waiting so eagerly for the next session with Chris that the week flew by unexpectedly quick. I found myself saying goodbye to the last patient on Friday evening barely remembering what we spoke about. Actually, I couldn't really remember any of the patients of the week … everything felt kind of blurry. The only thing I remember was masturbating more and more often to Chris' video. Just today I did it already 4 times and my cock were stiffening again. I quickly found his video, unzipped my trousers and started moving my hand up and down on my hard cock. I felt ready to explode after few strokes, as if I haven't had sex in weeks. Just before my balls churned their load of cum I did something I never did before; I pinched my right nipple really hard. The pain brought me to the orgasm and I shot a copious load of cum all over the floor, biting, at the same time. my lips in an effort not to scream in pleasure.

 During the night I couldn't sleep and kept tossing and turning, trying to find a way to bring him under my control without hypnotizing him or at least without making him aware that he was being hypnotized. The plan on how to do it developed in my head when I actually heard him talking about his life, his problems and more important, his religion. Basically, the poor guy buried any ambition and desire he might have had deep down himself, and all of this in the name of his God! What was even more interesting was that he didn't have sex for more than a year! I asked him if he ever considered an affair with someone else and his facial expression was torn between shock and disgust, as if I asked him to eat shit! I then suggested that maybe he could jerk off sometimes, just to relieve the tension. He shook his head and said that it was against his principles based on the Bible. I pretended to agree with him and let him talk while a plan took shape in my head. Towards the end of the session he also mentioned that he was having problems sleeping … just perfect! I told him that we needed to find a way for him to relax more, that he was too tense and that, as the therapy progressed, it could get worse. He didn't agree with me and stated that he was no tense at all and that every time he had difficulty to sleep he would pray and he would instantly feel better. I asked permission to prove my theory by touching his shoulders. He didn't have any objections and I applied some light pressure to the place where the neck and the shoulders connect and he cried in pain. I kept touching other places on his shoulders where I knew the stress would built up. One of my earlier patient was a masseur that taught me quite a lot about the human body! I kept touching his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his muscles under my fingers. I only wished I could massage him more! I tried to contain myself but my cock became quickly rock hard. I quickly readjusted my pants and sat down again. 

 He looked sheepishly at me and said that I was clearly right. He just hadn't realized he was so tense. I said that if he wanted the therapy to work he needed to find ways to release the stress that he had built up until today and the one that will come during the next few weeks. I asked if he was practising any sport; he shook his head explaining that he didn't have the time between work, family and his religion. I suggested that he could take some medicaments and he said that he would rather try something else … he didn't want to become an addict to anti-depressants! I found it quite amusing how easily he fell into my trap without even realizing it! I then suggested some breathing exercises. He looked distrustfully at me and wondered if this was some sort of yoga because he couldn't do that either … because of what was written in the Bible. I was seriously getting tired of hearing the same idiotic response! I looked innocently at him and said that they were simply breathing exercises that would give him some relief from the stress. Nothing mystical about it! If he had some time I would be more than happy to show him what it was all about. He told me that his family was away for the whole weekend to their holiday house in the country so he was free and also if it wasn't an inconvenience for me. If he only knew! I told him that I usually wouldn't do something like that outside working hours but … since I had big respect for him and I was really curious to know more about his religion I was happy to make an exception. I then nailed my plan in place, thus finally convincing him, by suggesting that maybe Chris could also study the Bible with me. His face broke into the biggest smile I ever saw on his face and said that he would be so happy to do that! He just thought that I was not interested in this kind of religious things. I explained that I spoke to JW before but never had any chance to go deeper into it. Maybe we could talk more about the Bible after we were done with the breathing exercises. He agreed; and asked what he should do.

 I went into lecture-mode and explained that the most important thing to remember about this type of exercises is that its final goal is to free the mind from all the jumble of thoughts that usually go through it. Had he ever noticed that the mind could never sit still? That there is always a buzzing of thoughts, just like white noise, ringing through the brain? I then lighted a candle, closed the curtains and asked him to concentrate his attention on the flame, to let his brain concentrate only on the dancing flame and nothing else; and to take deep breaths at the same time. While he was doing this, I started talking to him in the hypnotic monotone that I always use to put my patients in a trance. As his eyes started to slowly close, I thought about how easy it was to put him into a trance. He kept listening to my voice and look at the candle until his eyes flickered shut and he rested his head on his chest deeply asleep. I moved close to his ear, still whispering the hypnotic mantra while I deeply inhaling his manly smell. He was freshly showered but he still smelled delicious. My cock hardened as I brought him deeper and deeper. I spent almost two hours bringing him in and out of trance until he was totally asleep … and under my spell. I instructed him that his skin was becoming more and more sensitive to my touch, sending waves of pleasure rushing through his body. Before bringing him out of trance, I gave him a trigger word that would bring him into deep trance, twice as fast.

 I brought him out of trance and asked him how he was feeling. He was little disoriented and said that he wasn't really sure if it had made any difference. I asked him again permission to touch his shoulders and waited to see if my hypnotic suggestions were working. I placed my fingers directly on his skin and after two seconds I heard a sharp intake of breath. I asked permission to unbutton his shirt so I could check the right places on his shoulders. He seemed lost in another world and simply nodded his head. I unbuttoned most of the shirt and started massaging his shoulders. He let out a sigh and closed his eyes. While I worked on his shoulders, I peered over and could see his erection pointing in his chinos. I felt encouraged and kept kneading his shoulders until he started touching himself … and then he panicked and jumped out of the chair, horror painted on his face. I found the situation quite amusing: horror on his face and his erection tenting his trousers. I moved closer but he told me to stay where I was. I commanded him to relax and he crumpled to the floor deeply asleep. Everything seems to be working just fine! I made him lie down on the sofa and brought him even deeper into trance: I also gave him one more trigger word that would make him orgasm/cum. His erection was still tenting in his pants and I decided to give him some relief. I commanded him not to cum until I told him, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt off and started to work on his nipples with my tongue. They tasted heavenly and from what I heard, he enjoyed having them licked. I laid on top of him and bit his neck and nipples while grinding my erection on his. He responded in earnest to the pressure to his cock by moving his hips, trying to get as much pleasure as possible; while his moaning became louder. 

 Even though I ordered him not to cum I knew that he was very close, not having cum in such a long time. I moved away, giving him time to cool down and unbuttoned his trousers, revealing his pre-cum-wet underwear and massive erection. I lowered the underwear and his cock sprang out leaking more pre-cum. I couldn't resist any longer and wrapped my lips on the moist head, enjoying the salted taste of pre-cum and  piss on it. He sighed, placed a hand on top of my head and pushed me down on his cock while muttering " you have never done this before … it feels so good but this is a sin … you shouldn't do this". I sucked for less than a minute while massaging his balls when I heard his breathing getting faster and I knew he was approaching an orgasm. I stopped sucking and moved away. He tried to jerk off but I ordered him not to pleasure himself. I wanted to torture him a little while longer! I ordered him to raise his legs and to remain in that position while I took care of his virgin hole. I licked it hungrily, savouring the musky taste; while he resumed his moaning. I licked until I saw that he had pre-cum all over his chest and belly. I gathered some and entered one finger in, making him sharply intake his breath. I found the prostate and gently massaged it, while seeing the pure bliss painted on his face and the increasing pool of pre-cum on his chest. I ordered him to lower his legs; I took his cock in my mouth while continuing massaging his prostate, knowing full well he couldn't resist much longer. With his cock still in my mouth I tried to say the trigger word that would make him cum. His emitted a loud guttural cry while pushing my head down on his cock and my mouth filled with cum. I tried to swallow as quickly as I could but he just had so much of it that I almost choked. As the spasm started to recede I was able to start moving my head up and down, making sure I milked him dry. When I was done he laid totally spent on the couch, drenched in sweat. I moved over him, licking sweat all over his hairy chest and neck. My cock was aching by now, longing for some releasing. I knew that it was too early to make him suck me, so I just jerked off while savouring his sweaty body. When I reached the orgasm, I ordered him to open his mouth and I came abundantly in it, enjoying the sight of the small pool of cum in his mouth. When I was done, I ordered him to swallow! The sight of him swallowing my cum made almost hard again! 

 I cleaned him, ordered him to get dressed and brought him out of his trance. I asked him how he was feeling and he almost cried in gratitude. He said that it was years since he felt so relieved and … satisfied! He shook my hand, thanking me for helping him and I could see from his expression that he liked the rush of pleasure he was feeling right now. I broke the contact, asked him to sit down, took my calendar out and told him that we needed to book few more sessions. He nodded eagerly and we arranged another session for next Saturday. Before I let him go I wanted to test the new trigger word that would make him have an orgasm. I casually mentioned it and enjoyed seeing him lay his head back, moaning his orgasm, a wet stain spreading quickly on his trousers. Shit! I forgot to order him to have a 'dry' orgasm. Before he even knew what was happening I brought him into trance and corrected my mistake a tried to dry his wet trousers as best as I could. When he left the room it was already dark but he didn't seem to notice, so lost he was in his well-being! 

 CHAPTER THREE

 I was deeply asleep in my warm bed, dreaming of Chris and of the time when he will be my mindless slave, ready to pleasure any sexual desire that I had, when I felt a sharp kick on my side. Was it part of the dream? Another kick and the angry voice of my wife brought me abruptly out of my pleasure state. My mobile was ringing and it was 6,00 in the morning. When I looked I saw Chris' number; I stood up, went to my office and answered. The poor guy was literally freaking out! He was babbling incoherently! I tried to calm him down and promised that I would get to his house as soon as possible. This seemed to quiet him down a little and I got his home address. As I got dressed I thought that this could spice up an otherwise boring Sunday home with my family.

 When he opened the door, I was surprised to find him dressed only in his briefs and with a haunted expression on his face. As he led me inside the house, my nose picked up the delightful smell of his unwashed and slightly sweaty body. This was getting better and better! We sat on the sofa and he proceeded to tell me the weirdest and, at least for me, sexiest dream ever! 

 When he went home last evening he went down on his knees to thank his God to make him feel so good and to prove his gratitude he spent the rest of the evening reading the Bible. He went to bed with a light and happy heart, looking forward to see his family again and to share with them his renewed good spirits. He fell into a deep sleep the moment his head touched the pillow...and then it started. He wasn't sure if he was asleep or if he was awake but he felt a presence close to him. His eyes couldn't focus for some strange reason but the presence felt strong, muscular and male. Soon he started to feel 2 hands going through his body, they felt cold but not unpleasant. He tried to move, to scream but he couldn't … his body was like under a spell, paralysed. The hands were now on his chest, playing with the hair there, moving, until they found the nipples … and then they started playing with them, squeezing them gently at first and then harder and harder. For some reasons he couldn't scream but he could moan in pleasure and his cock was getting harder. The nipples' play continued until he shot his first load without even touching himself, cum flying all over his chest, face and even to his hair! He felt totally drained but the hands resumed their journey through his body until they found his cock and balls. The hands gently played with them until he was hard again, his cock leaking pre-cum as if he hadn't just cum. The hand grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off slowly, taking its time … up and down … up and down; all the time playing with the balls with the other. He became lost in a fog of lust and his hips started to move in rhythm with the hand, moaning in earnest. He screamed when he had the second orgasm, cum flying even more abundantly out of his cock. 

 The hands resumed their journey; they caressed his legs and moved to his hole. He felt fingers circling it and again he started moaning, his cock hard again. For some unknown reason he asked for the fingers to enter him. The hand whet a finger in his cum and entered him, making him arch his back in pleasure. First one and then two fingers entered him, moving rhythmically in and out of his hole, hitting regularly his prostate. All this brought him to an orgasm. He was trying to catch his breath when he felt the hands pushing up his legs and then he felt something, bigger than a finger, being rubbed on his hole, gently pressing. He knew what it was but didn't seem to care … he even went as far as to beg the presence to enter him! The pressing got more intense and he felt something quite big inside his hole. It hurt but was not unbearable … he kind of liked it … it turned him on in some ways. The presence was now on top of him and it started pumping its cock in and out. With every thrust he felt as if every nerve around his asshole was on fire, sending waves of pleasures straight to his brain. He was fucked for a long time and came four more times! When the presence was done, he felt his insides full of sticky liquid that for some strange ways was not leaking out but being absorbed by his body. On the other hand, he was literally drenched in his own cum, even his hair was sticky with it … he didn't know that his balls could produce so much sperm! He didn't feel the presence anymore and he fell (back) in a deep, dreamless sleep.

 As he related his dream, Chris had lied back on the sofa, closed his eyes and started massaging his erection. I was literally speechless! He was massaging his erection right in front of me!!!!!!!!! I must admit that what he said was the most erotic story I have ever heard; it made me so horny! I was reaching for my erection when Chris finally realized what he was doing and jumped out of the sofa as if he had just received an electric shock. He apologized profusely to me while saying that he shouldn't have called me in this state, he should have called the elders from his church because he needed to confess his sins … that maybe he should be disfellowshipped for the church for having erotic dreams about spirits or demons and still getting excited by it. As the scenario of gloom played in his brain, he started crying. It was then when I decided to put him into a trance again. I asked him to sit down again and to calm down. He finally sat down close to me and I could see the cum stains on his underwear, chest and hair. I so wished I could fuck him right now! I said the magic word and he fell asleep instantly on my shoulder and,  before I would do anything else, I buried my face in his hair and inhaled deeply. The smell of sweat and cum made my cock hard again. I decided to move on to the next phase of his conditioning since, from what he said, he was ready to become my property. I brought him deeper into trance and started to train him to obey my orders unconditionally. 

 After one hour I decided to test his obedience and brought him to a more conscious trance, where he almost knew what was happening but he was still in trance. I ordered him to stand up, I leaned back on the sofa, unzipped my trousers and told him to suck my cock. He looked puzzled for few seconds, as if he wasn't sure what to do or as if he didn't understand the request. He then got to his knees, opened his mouth and took my cock in... all the way in... he was deepthroating me! I was surprised for one second but then I got lost in pleasure; the guy sucked like a pro! I unbuttoned my shirt because I was sweating a lot, so excited I was. Chris reached for my nipples and started playing with them while sucking; without missing a beat! The nipple play got more intense and I found myself moaning loudly, the guy was sucking like a Hoover … where did he learn to do that! Seeing his blond, cum-stained head going up and down was so exciting that I came close to the orgasm. I ordered him to stop because I wanted to fuck his virgin ass and cum inside him. He seemed not to be listening or he was just ignoring my commands. The only response I got was a harder squeeze to my nipples. I grabbed him by the hair and tried to pull him away from my cock but he wouldn't budge, his head kept going up and down without breaking the rhythm. I tried one last time to put him to sleep but by then the orgasm hit me with surprising force. I arched my back and let out a loud cry of ecstasy. He kept sucking me  until I didn't have anything left in my balls and then he let go. I was left panting on the sofa and I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath. 

 When I opened them again, Chris was standing in front of me but it seemed as if my eyes couldn't focus. I was seeing two superimposed images, one was Chris' and the other was similar to Chris but more muscular and hairy. I rubbed my eyes hoping that I would see clear again but it made no difference. I raised my head and I stared at the most evil and leering face I had ever seen in my life. The two heads looked almost the same, they were both blond but one was bearded and the other was not. I ordered Chris to 'relax' hoping to send him to sleep but the evil grin got only wider. I started to be worried, something was clearly wrong here … and then I heard a voice, cold as ice saying: " I have been studying you for many years and now I found someone who believed in us so strongly that it was so easy to take over … and now you will finally be mine! Mine to play with … you will be my new puppet!".I tried to mask my nervousness behind laughter and cockiness. I admitted that I had hypnotized Chris and that if this was some kind of revenge or joke he should just stop, the joke was not funny anymore! … plus I didn't believe in mythical creatures like demons … I might as well believe in Santa and unicorns! I stood and took few steps away from Chris when I felt a powerful hand grabbing me by the neck, forcing me to turn around and face him. The voice said that he didn't care if I believed or not, I was going to be his no matter what. He then fixed his gaze on me and I realized that all this was true. They were blue, cold and pitilessly, there was no trace of humanity there! One look into his eyes and I was deeply mesmerized. I tried to fight it but I simply couldn't, my mind was getting blank and I felt as if I was falling deep inside those eyes; just like a  spiral going down, deeper and deeper. He ran a finger from my jaw, down to my chest, belly, cock and a shiver shook my whole body and a moan escaped my lips. He then laughed and my cock got immediately hard. 

 He ordered on my knees, removed his own underwear and confronted me with his own erection, thicker and longer than Chris'. Without even uttering a word, I opened my mouth and let him fuck my throat mercilessly. For every thrust in my mouth I experienced a powerful 'dry' orgasm that shook my whole body, leaving me totally exhausted. He pulled out and gestured me to turn around. I knew that he was going to fuck me and I tried to beg him not to, that he would rip me apart with his erection: I even cried to God to help me but to not avail. He ran a finger from my nape to my asshole and I shivered again and had another orgasm, this time cum flew all over the floor. He picked some of it and used it a lubricant for his dick. He then entered my own virgin hole and I screamed in agony! I never had a cock in my hole before … it was always me doing the fucking! Now the roles have been reversed and I found myself mounted by this … what? … demon? He soon started pumping my ass and I found myself, against my will, responding to his thrusts with my hips. He then leaned on me, forcing me to lie flat on the floor. I felt the heaviness of his body, which felt excitingly cold, on top of mine and my cock got hard again. When he started licking my ear I came again. I soon lost track of time, so lost I was between the pain in my hole and the force of my orgasms. He then whispered in my ear that it was time for him to cum and started grunting, moving his hips faster until I felt my insides filling up with his cum. I felt the iciness of it spreading like tendrils first to my belly and then slowly to my chest, face and then to my brain. I felt as if somebody, him/it, was now inside of me, taking over my brain, forcing me to submit to his will. The last 'rational' thing I remember was a laugh that was ringing inside my brain, bringing me to an orgasm. Cum was flying copiously and as the spasm receded “I” ceased to be.