*This story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18+. This story involves a semi-forced nudity/exhibition/sexual encounter.
Tommy sat in the office of the campus' therapist, Dr. Howard. It had been a month and a half since the waterpark incident, the video had gone viral and was a top hit on several porn sites. The first two weeks of classes this semester had been rough, no one called him by his actual name and instead referred to him as "the pisser" or just "pisser."
Tommy talked to his parents about the struggles he was feeling, and they suggested he see a therapist. The campus therapist wouldn't cost him anything, so it was a good place to start.
The couch in the waiting room was a generic gray waiting room couch, it was too stiff to relax in. The receptionist was a student, a psychology major, that Tommy had never seen before. The student didn't let on that he recognized Tommy, so he took that as a good sign.
The door to Dr. Howard's office opened, and there stood one of the most handsome men Tommy had ever seen. Dr. Howard had dark brown hair that was swept back on his head, he had a trimmed dark beard that framed his face like a model. He wore a burgundy button up that hugged his biceps and his pecs and his abs. His tan slacks left little to the imagination... well, not so much little...
"Are you Thomas?" He asked.
Tommy snapped out of his trance. "You can call me Tommy."
"Come on in, Tommy." He flashed his pearly whites and Tommy nearly fainted from the beauty of this man.
Tommy entered the office as Dr. Howard held the door for him. His cologne had a rugged masculine scent to it that made Tommy's head spin. His office was decorated in warm tones and had a soft brown sofa that Dr. Howard gestured for him to sit on. Tommy sat down as Dr. Howard sat in a chair across from him. There was a small trunk sitting between them that had a master lock and key on it. "So, Tommy, what brings you in to see me."
Tommy hesitated, he didn't really want to relay his struggles to a stranger. He hated talking about what happened at the waterpark. "I've been... having some difficulty adjusting this semester."
Dr. Howard nodded, "Because of the video?"
Tommy's heart sank. He could feel his face burning. "You... saw it?"
"I saw it before you made an appointment to see me. It had... crossed my path." Dr. Howard bit his lip slightly and licked his lips before continuing. "My receptionist, Jaimie, told me that you were the one in the video so I rewatched it."
Tommy felt so hot he thought he might burst into flames; not only had this super hot therapist seen the video TWICE, but the cute receptionist did too? This was a neverending nightmare.
"Tommy, it's completely understandable to be struggling with finding yourself after a video like that has gone viral. It's not common for people to walk around campus knowing nearly everyone has seen their penis, much less their erect penis, and pissing in front of a crowd to boot."
Tommy wished he could melt into the sofa cushions. How could this man so casually bring up such a humiliating moment? What kind of therapy was this?
"Tommy, this is a safe space. What you say to me is only between you and I. Tell me how you felt about the incident--talk to me."
Tommy took a deep breath and looked out the floor to ceiling windows. He could see people on campus walking around in the distance, living normal lives. They had no idea what it was like to be so exposed. "I hate the video. I hate that my body was violated. I hate the attention I get because of it. But I mostly hate..." He hesitated, ashamed to continue.
"Go on, you can tell me." Dr. Howard's voice was so calm. It was like a drop of honey for the ears.
"I hate that I enjoy it. I liked getting an erection in front of all those strangers and that they all saw me pissing. I like that people are jerking off to that video of me. I like that people recognize me because of that humiliating video. I don't want to like it, but I do. Sometimes I have to go to the bathroom to jerk off because of all the attention I get. I feel wildly humiliated, but it gets me so... fucking horny."
Dr. Howard jotted something down on his notepad. As he shifted in his chair, Tommy noticed the way his shirt cupped his pecs. He bit his lip as wild fantasies of fondling Dr. Howard ran through his mind. "Tommy?" He asked.
"What?" Tommy asked. Dr. Howard was giving him a questioning look.
"I asked you a question, were you distracted?"
Tommy's stomach turned. "I was just... my mind was wandering..." He stuttered, which wasn't a lie.
"Where did it wander?"
"Nothing... it's not important."
"Tommy, the only way therapy works is if you're honest with me, which in turn makes you honest with yourself. No matter what you say, I'm here to listen and help you, not judge you." Dr. Howard's eyes were dark and beautiful, it was like they were reaching into Tommy's mind to unlock the cage that kept the secret things he didn't want to say.
"I... was staring at your pecs." Tommy blushed, looking down.
"Oh." Dr. Howard responded. He shifted his position in his chair so that he was sitting more upright. "Are they distracting if I'm sitting like this?"
"I don't know." Tommy blurted, not looking.
"Tommy, look at me."
Tommy slowly looked back at Dr. Howard. His shirt still hugged his body in a beautiful way, but it didn't cup his pecs like before. "No." Tommy admitted.
"Do you want to see what they look like?" Dr. Howard asked.
Tommy suddenly felt a stirring in his pants. Why would a therapist ask a question like that? It had to break their code of conduct. "Is that something you should be asking me?"
Dr. Howard sighed. "Look, Tommy, unless you're going to be straightforward instead of dodging my questions I don't understand why you're here."
"How does admitting I want to see you naked help me?" Tommy blurted.
Dr. Howard wrote something down. "I never asked if you wanted to see me naked, I just asked if you wanted to see my pecs."
Tommy swallowed hard.
"I'm going to go ahead and call it a day for you. I think opening up about your thoughts on the video is a great start, and I have a task for you to complete before you come visit me tomorrow."
Tommy shifted in his seat, his hands covering his groin. "What is it?"
"There's a small nursing class of all males that is in need of a student to help them practice certain procedures. The two students who originally signed up to help them bailed, and the professor would rather have non-students to practice on. Can you do that?"
"Why?" Tommy asked.
"I think it'll be a great way for you to get yourself out there with a group of students who are just trying to make the world a better place. It's also a low-pressure way for you to be in front of other people and the focus isn't on you pissing."
Tommy sighed, "Okay."
Dr. Howard flashed him that brilliant smile again, "It was great meeting you, Tommy. I look forward to our session tomorrow."
***
That afternoon Tommy quickly showered, ignoring his hard little cock that was begging to be rubbed. He dried off, moaning a little as the fabric of the towel rubbed against his eager 4.5 inches. He pulled on a pair of tighty whities, jeans, and threw on a black t-shirt. He didn't know what kind of practice these nurses would be doing, but it was an easy task to just sit there and let them work.
