James was a tall dark handsome man who worked as a part time Doctor within a rehab facility in San Francisco.
He was 6 feet tall and had a gentle beard and soft brown eyes, people often thought him to be a gentle and kind-hearted person. And people would, for the most part be right. However, like everyone, Dr James had a darker side and his work at the experimental wing of the facility dealt with serious mental issues. He had slowly begun to develop a special method for which he would treat these severe illnesses.
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James walked into his office, he took off his black jumper and put on his white lab coat and picked up his security access card. He was heading to a treatment meeting with a special case he had been working on for several weeks now. He walked down the corridor and took notice of the annoying squeak from his soles on the floor. He walked through one security door and through another directly to his right. Then he entered a circular room with four doors on each side, north, east, south and west. His patient was locked in the west room.
He swiped his card and walked in shutting the door behind him with a dull smile.
Steven was restrained to the bed, hands outstretched above his head his face pushed down into the soft mattress which smelt of powerful laundry detergent. His ankles were tied down and his knees where on the bed under his body pushing his bare bottom in the air.
Steven had a rather large spider gag in his mouth which had left him drooling into his pillow all night. His jaw felt like it would never shut properly again.
"Hello Steven, how are you today?" James asked softly, he spoke in a deliberate soft tone which was meant to instantly put the patient at ease.
"MMMAMMPHH!!" Steven made an unintelligent noise through the drool and saliva which poured from his gaping mouth.
"Aww bless you Steven, you seem to be in a bit of an uncomfortable position. I do hope you aren't in any real pain." Mocked James.
"FFFFFFFCKKK UUU!" Steven tried to yell.
The insult was heard and registered by James. And he wasn't best pleased, he had spent several weeks slowly and meticulously breaking Steven down.
Steven you see was a homophobe, a homophobe who actively kicked out his gay son and disowned him. Unfortunately for Steven who was only in his late forties and looked around late thirties, That same Gay son had a rich boyfriend who pulled some strings to get Steven treated for his backwards way of thinking.
James had been all too glad to take this task on. He had enjoyed playing with Stevens emotions, creating a broken man of which he could build something better. But it seemed that a more serious form of treatment was going to have to take place.
James smacked Steven on his left buttock, it stung. He smacked him again and again and again.
"Pleeeesse, Immm Shorryy" shouted Steven.
"Sorry for what Steven?" Asked James.
Steven squirmed slightly in his restraints trying to avoid the question, his pride not wanting to appear weak or submissive.
Another smack rained down on his thigh, and then another, and another.
Each smack was steadily lighter but in the same place as before so to poor Steven it felt like it was actually getting harder.
"Do not make me ask again or I'll skip the spanking this time and move straight to the Cain and seeing as you cried like a little fag the last time I struck you with that, you should answer quickly" Said James in a very deep and forceful tone, one that had only been used a few times on Steven.
Steven instantly started to weep. He was tired and sore, and he wanted to go home. The worst part of all of this was he was starting to get used to it, he was starting to even like the attention from Dr James. Nothing sexual had happened between them and yet he had strange feelings when James patted his body and stroked his blonde hair.
