Fabio leaned back on the therapy couch and closed his eyes while Robert, his psychiatrist, locked the door.
"How was your week?" Robert asked, sounding relaxed.
"Same as always. A lot of work and very little peace. Yours?"
"Lots of patients, I can't complain."
"Any like me?"
"Absolutely none."
In reality, Fabio was no longer a patient. He hadn't needed to see Robert for months (in fact, the psychiatrist no longer charged him for the visits), but they both kept up the ritual because they found it highly pleasurable.
"Well, tell me. Have you had another one of your disturbing dreams?"
"I've had three this week."
Fabio heard Robert sit down in his armchair and smiled, knowing that what he had just said couldn't please the doctor more.
"Start with the first one. Chronologically."
"Alright. In the first dream, I wasn't a person."
"And what were you?"
"A massive cock. A colossal, five-story-tall phallus."
"A phallus with a cartoonish texture, like that other time?"
"No, no. This time I dreamed with the texture of reality. I was a colossal cock, in fact, I think I was Marcelo's cock, the first one I ever sucked."
"Interesting."
"Marcelo was mixed-race, so in the dream, I was a gigantic, dark-skinned cock."
"Were you static, like a mountain?"
"No, not at all. I was moving through a city, destroying everything in my path. I don't know if my balls were the wheels, I just know I was moving at top speed, ruining streets, parks, streetlights, while endlessly oozing cum, which fell in massive drops on the people fleeing in desperation. It was unbearable because I was aware that I was constantly cumming, that I couldn't stop cumming, and I felt the orgasm in waves, rising and falling in intensity but present the entire time. I was a cock, so I felt the orgasm with my whole body. And I kept moving, and moving, and kept ejaculating. Then I woke up suddenly, like always, and realized Juan was giving me one of his blowjobs. It's starting to become a habit. He says I wake him up because I start sleep-talking, super agitated, and when he checks and sees I'm hard, he can't help himself and has to suck it."
"Did you cum when you woke up? Were you actually cumming?"
"No. Well, almost. Juan tends to focus on the head, insistently. Sometimes for so long that I can't take it. It was one of those times."
"Did you fuck him?"
"I shoved two fingers up his ass while he sucked me off and worked him deep, but in the end, he made me cum without even putting my dick in him."
"When did you have this dream?"
"Last Wednesday."
"After our session?"
"Of course."
"Tell me the next one."
"The next one was the following night. I was at my parents' house, trapped in the glass coffee table in the living room."
"Trapped in the table? Like inside a glass box?"
"No. I was actually trapped in the glass. Something similar to when you float on your back in a pool, but instead of water, the glass of the table was all around me. I was part of the table. But I was me, I had my face and my arms. I mean, I wasn't a table with a conscience, it wasn't like what happened in the giant cock dream, I was myself... trapped."
"I understand."
"Then I saw a thick member appear over my immobilized face. I couldn't see its owner, though I could see the cock perfectly. And the hand jerking it was doing it two inches from my mouth. That guy was going to cum on my face, but I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to take that cock between my lips but I couldn't move. I stuck my tongue out to reach it but couldn't touch it. Then he came on my nose. I could feel the contact of his hot semen against my nostrils. I got drunk on the smell, and scooped up what I could with my tongue. The man pulled back and another one appeared in his place, with a gigantic, veiny dick, and started masturbating over me, but he did it differently than the last guy. I thought it was fabulous, that I must be dreaming and didn't want to wake up. Then he started slapping my cheeks with his dick. I still couldn't move but I didn't care anymore. The guy dragged his cock all over my face and when it passed near my mouth I tried to give it a lick, though it was difficult. I knew he was going to cum, I saw him tense up, I wondered when I had ever seen a guy like that from that angle to be able to notice the details so well. I realized I had pulled it from a porn movie. Then he came, and I saw a close-up of one of his ropes of cum passing in slow motion over my eyes to crash onto my forehead. I felt the thick, hot sperm at my hairline."
Fabio could clearly hear the psychiatrist unzipping his pants. Shortly after, he heard the clink of the belt buckle hitting the floor. Today he had taken a little longer than usual to pull his pants down.
"What happened next?"
"There were more men waiting their turn. Another thick, veiny cock took the place of the previous one. This time I managed to brush his balls with the tip of my tongue. This one came quickly, without warning, in spurts. The cum rolled endlessly down his fingers until it fell directly between my lips. Then two more cocks came, two guys jerking off together and showering me at the same time, my face is completely covered in cum, but I want them to fill my mouth with meat. Finally, someone appears willing to give me cock, a man, blurry like the rest, but with a monstrous phallus, thicker than I've ever seen before, dripping pre-cum. I watch it approach my lips like a massive ship arriving at port. I open my mouth. I open my mouth as wide as I can. I can't move my head, I'm still trapped in the table, but that makes it even more arousing."
Fabio, who was still narrating his dream with his eyes closed, suddenly felt Robert's hands immobilizing his head. Then he felt the weight of his body climbing onto the couch, and the smell of cock filled his nose.
"Then the blurry man, the man of whom I can see nothing but his monstrous phallus, suddenly shoves that dripping member into my mouth and buries it without mercy, and I can't do anything but swallow..."
And Fabio then received the psychiatrist's tool, who held his head in place while, with a thrust of his hips, he shoved his massive cock inside a yearning, salivating, willing mouth.
For a few exquisite minutes, Fabio couldn't continue recounting his dreams. His mouth was stuffed with a rod of meat that relentlessly pounded him and oozed pre-cum. He kept his eyes closed and relived his dream. It felt as if he were still trapped in the table, unable to see who was filling his lips. But the arousal was real. He knew he was being helplessly and defenselessly face-fucked by his psychiatrist's fabulous cock. The memory of his dream only added to the thrill. He imagined that behind this impressive cock—sliding in and out over his eager tongue, slipping between his saliva-slicked lips—there was another one waiting. Another cock of equal caliber, ready to empty itself down his throat... and another... and another. He knew that today he would have to settle for just this one. Still, the feeling that his wet dreams were coming true gave him one of the greatest turn-ons of his life.
For his part, Robert had installed cameras in his office about two months ago. First, he only put up one. But after watching the first recorded session with Fabio, who knew nothing about it, he decided to install four more. Now, as he thrust against Fabio's face and his balls slapped against the patient's chin, he imagined what each camera was recording. Doing so turned him on even more. The hidden camera among the books on the shelf recorded his thrusts from behind. Later in the week, he could watch himself as many times as he wanted. He would see his white ass contrasting with his tanned legs as he pushed and pumped rhythmically into Fabio's mouth. But the best part—his powerful cock fucking the immobilized head—would be caught by the two cameras on either side of the couch. Maybe even the one in the ceiling lamp. He could revel in the footage later, watching it as many times as he pleased. He'd see his imposing member sliding in and out of that submissive mouth over and over, bathed and overflowing with saliva. In fact, he pulled his member out for a moment and placed it on Fabio's nose. He rubbed the head around a bit and lifted it slowly, creating a small bridge of saliva. As he did, he thought about the images he would later watch simultaneously on the five giant TVs in his living room. Then he gave Fabio's cheeks a few spit-slicked slaps, making sure to carefully measure the angle for the cameras.
"And what did the blurry man do next?" he asked the patient, taking advantage of the fact that he had pulled his dick out of his mouth so he could answer.
"He fucked my mouth like a bastard until he drowned me in a sea of cum."
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