The golden plate on the doors carried the name "Dr. Phillip Reed, PhD." The young, anxious man standing in front of the doors, couldn't focus on anything but reading these letters, while nervously jumping from one leg to another, waiting for his turn. Young receptionist with ridiculous glasses and hipster moustache was paying no attention to him, as if such "impatient patients" were just a regular addition to this waiting room.
"Excuse me, is doctor Reed even here?" the guy asked the receptionist. "I've been waiting for thirty minutes now..."
"Yes, Mr. Davis, he's here," young hipster named Peter—as shown on the ID pinned to his shirt—responded with an upmost indifference. "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but please consider that if one day you will be in need for a longer visit, doctor Reed will not just throw you out with your problems to keep up with his schedule."
Out of the sudden, the doors has opened. Mr. Davis looked there, feeling his blood boil. Another young guy left the room, with Dr. Reed, clearly continuing some conversation. Doctor Phillip was a middle-aged man, quite handsome, with short stubble helping to shape his jaw. He shook hands with his patient, exchanged some funny little small-talk and finally focused his attention on his next, highly annoyed patient.
"Hello, Jared," he greeted Mr. Davis, but without a nice smile that could be expected by majority of returning patient. "Please, come in," he said, as he moved, allowing the boy to enter.
Jared entered without a word and sat on his regular spot, in a cozy armchair in front of Reed's desk. Doctor Phillip, on the other hand, closed the doors and sat in his mobile chair, but before, he unbuttoned his fancy jacket to make himself more comfortable. Finally, a resemblance of a friendly smile showed on his face.
"Sorry that I kept you waiting. So, Jared. How may I serve you today?"
Boy clenched his fists. His forehead became an angry, little dune. That half an hour spent on waiting definitely wasn't enough to calm him down.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Boy wanted to sound menacing, but it came off rather pathetically, almost desperately. "You were supposed to help me fight my addiction to prone masturbation! Instead, I'm constantly horny, while I can't get my dick to stand!"
"Sounds like you've come to the wrong doctor, Mr. Davis. Erectile dysfunction is beyond my knowledge, I'm afraid."
"I know it was you. You fucked up my mind with that hypnosis session! I can take that to the media and have your entire life ruined, incompetent fuck!"
Doctor Reed didn't seem intimidated. He relaxed in his chair and smirked rather calmly.
"Did you seriously assume that it was an accident? A mistake on my part?" he asked bluntly, clearly amused by boy's outrage. "I've placed that curse upon you intentionally. And that wasn't the only curse. Did you notice some weird changes in your body recently?" Doctor Reed stood up and moved pass his desk, to sit on it with superior smile, closer to his patient. "Perhaps your nipples started itching you without any clear reason?"
Boy looked at him, shocked.
"What the fuck... That was your doing?! What did you do to me?!"
"I'll have you know that itching them won't make the feeling go away. Only someone's wet tongue can bring you relief, but even that won't be for long. By the way, about that sudden impotency of yours, if you want to have an erection, you must stop fighting that uncomfortable urge you have when taking a piss."
"What fucking urge?!"
"You've started having thoughts that made you feel really uneasy, each time after pissing, isn't that right? It is," he confirmed with a satisfied expression, seeing fear in boy's face. "«Wouldn't it be nice to lick the bowl and taste some of this great-smelling, yellow water?» That's a nasty thing to crave, Jared. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Are you fucking crazy? That's not true, what the fuck are you even talking about?!"
"I'll have you know that your dick will become rock hard only if you obey to that feeling. Unfortunately for you, it won't be a permanent solution. These really pleasurable erections will stop once the experience will become less exciting, due to you getting used to it. That's when you will have to venture into public toilets... You know, to enjoy new tastes, from other people. The positive side to this situation? The filthiest the toilet will be, the harder your dick will get once you dip your tongue in it."
Jared jumped on his feet, ready to storm out of the office. But then doctor Reed raised his foot, lied it on boy's chair's armrest and effectively blocked his way out with his leg.
"Are you sure you want to leave? You still don't know all the ways that I fucked your brain up. It's been only two days since you've come to me, so I'm ready to assume you stumbled only one some. And, of course, some of them you wouldn't notice at all. For example..." He moved his foot in a way that made his heel fell out of the shoe, showing a black sock it was covered with. "I've wired you to become aroused when seeing men's feet. It makes you fall into a trance-like state in which the more you explore the foot with different senses, the deeper you go into a blank mind territory."
Jared was sitting in his chair like paralyzed now, incapable of moving his eyes away from the socked heel threatening to remove the entire foot from a shoe. Boy's mouth was open and his growing bulge couldn't be helped, hidden or prevented. Looks like he didn't have any erectile dysfunction at all...
Finally, after long seconds of teasing, doctor Reed pulled his foot out. His shoe fell on the carpet, which muffled the sound. He moved his leg so that his wide sole hidden in a black sock would block boy's view. Then he pressed it against Jared's chest. It's heavy touch pushed Mr. Davis further into his chair, taking away any remains of hope for leaving the office. Even though the smell of Phillip's foot was clean and nicely arousing, Jared felt like inhaling a poison. He desperately tried holding his breath and looking away, but then, doctor Reed spoke:
"Hey, don't fight it. There is nothing you can do to stop it." Boy looked at his face, feeling hazy. Doctor Reed had a smug smile, clearly enjoying the power he had over the boy. His toes moved and the intoxicating smell became more intense. "That's right. Take a deep breath, let my pheromones take over. No more resistance, let them fill you in." He moved his foot higher, so it would face the boy. Unable to fight it, Mr. Davis started rubbing his nose against man's sock. The intense, manly smell that filled his nostrils made his mind completely blank and calm. It felt like heaven. "That's it... calm and obedient... How do you feel, Jared?"
"I feel good, Master," boy answered, so much more respectfully now, still willingly drugging himself with the smell.
"Good. Keep breathing. There is no haste. Don't worry about me taking over. I'm here to hold you. I'm here to keep you safe. You can allow yourself to rest. Let go and I will take care of you," Doctor Reed's voice was gentle and calming. "Last session you've told me about your girlfriend. Do you remember?"
"Yes, Sir. Jessica is her name."
"Right, Jessica. When you will come home, you will make a sudden realization that you're unhappy in your relationship. This discovery will cause you a great excitement, as you will understand that she's been the core reason behind all of your sex life issues. You will use this excitement to break up with her, without fear, without worrying. The future is a beautiful place where only good things are waiting for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Doctor Reed took his foot away, pushed it into his shining shoe and moved to the window to cover it. After that, he turned to the boy with a very malicious smile.
"Stand up," doctor demanded. Jared obeyed, without hesitation, with a blank, sleepy stare. Phillip placed his big hand on boy's crotch and started fondling it. "Do you like it when I touch you like that?" he asked.
"No, Sir."
Doctor removed his hand and brought boy closer, inviting him to press himself against his chest. Jared obeyed. Man's cologne, the soft fabric of his shirt, the warm flesh under it serving as a pillow—all of that made Jared feel like in heaven. Doctor Reed didn't mind providing that comfort, but he had his ill intentions behind it. From that position, it's been so much easier to fill boy's brain with naughty thoughts.
