Modeling Clay

by Albatross

Clay squinted under the fluourescent lights of the doctor’s waiting room. This trip to a psychotherapist was only slightly less uncomfortable than the fear of flying that prompted the visit. But his new job as an advertising account rep in New York left him no choice. He leafed through a copy of Sports Illustrated remembering his glory days as captain of his high school football team. The girls used to line up to huddle with him after the game.

The receptionist called his name and Clay glanced up at the effeminate young man at the desk. Just the kind of faggot we used to clean the toilet bowls with back in high school, Clay thought.

The office door opened an attractive young woman met his eye. She looked startled for a moment then gestured for him to come inside.

“I’m Doctor Martin,” she said

“Clay Walker. Nice to meet you,” Clay said staring at her chest.

“So, you mentioned on the phone that Xanax wasn’t helping with your phobia. Have you ever considered hypnosis?”

“Well, I’ve always thought that was a bunch of smoke and mirrors, but I’ll give anything a try at this point,”Clay said.

“OK, I’ve had quite a bit of success with a combination of hypnosis and visualization to treat phobias. We’ll make you comfortable then help you visualize the stressful situation so we can help alleviate it from a safe environment.”

“Sure, whatever,” Clay said.

“Just lie back in the chair and take 10 long, slow breaths for me. In and out. Deeper and deeper. So relaxed. That’s it. Already feeling a sense of your body. Sinking deeper and deeper into the chair. Like your body is part of the chair. So relaxed. You can see yourelf paddling a canoe on a lake flickering with moonlight. With each stroke, you become more relaxed. Feeling the tension drifting away like a balloon on a string...”

Clay relaxed and drifted in his mind. Doctor Martin’s words were far away and he was enjoying the dream.

“Now, I want to picture yourself boarding an airplane and fastening the safety belt. Listen to the low rumbling of the engine starting. No anxiety. So safe. No one can hurt you,” she said.

Clay could see himself on the plane, but did not panic as he usually did.

“I’m taking care of you here, Clay. I’m in control. Can you give me the control, Clay?”

“Yes, you’re in control. I’m safe with you,” he said.

“That’s good. Now repeat that to yourself. Over and over. The more you think it. The more it will be true for you.”

“Doctor Martin is in control. Doctor Martin is in control. Doctor Martin is in control...”

“Excellent, now I want you to picture the flight attendant bringing you a drink. Still feeling calm. So calm. The flight attendant is very attractive. Can you describe the flight attendant for me?”

In a slurred voice, Clay said, “She’s blonde and about 23 with a nice set of tits.”

“No, Clay. Look again. It’s an attractive man. He’s 23 with blond hair and big muscles. And sensual lips. You find him very hot. You can feel yourself starting to get an erection,” she said.

“Huh, no. I’m not gay. I don’t like guys.”

“Remember, I’m in control Clay. Feel yourself growing a bulge in your pants. So excited. So aroused.”

The doctor could see that her words were having the desired effect.

“Are you excited, Clay?” “You must tell me the truth. You will find you can only tell me the truth. No matter how hard you try to lie.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“I’ve got a hard on,”he said.

“So what do you call a guy who gets a hard on thinking of men. You must tell me the truth.”

“A faggot.”

“So, are you becoming a faggot, Clay?”

“No, don’t make me a fag. I don’t wanna be some cocksucker, he said.”

“It’s OK, Clay. Relax. Much, much deeper relaxed now. Clay, do you remember your high school prom?”

“Yeah, I ended up with Chrissy Danton, the head cheerleader. And they called her that for a reason,” he said.

“That’s right. But who did you ask first?”

“Oh, yeah. Larissa something. She was OK, but when I got the chance for Chrissy I left her hanging, Clay said.”

“Yes, you did. I cried all night long,” she said.”

“Oh shit. Dr. Martin...I mean...Larissa, I’m so sorry.”

“You’re not now. But you will be,” she said.

“Seriously, how can I make it up to you?” he said.

“The room is getting uncomfortably hot. The only way you can cool yourelf is to take off your clothes. All your clothes. As quickly as possible. Hotter. Hotter. Burning your skin..”

Clay jumped to rip off his clothes, tearing his shirt and popping off the buttons. He kicked his shoes into a planter and danced hot-footed as he struggled to get off his socks. Finally, his boxers hit the floor revealing a thick eight inches.

“You’re cool now. But these clothes will never be comfortable again. Only silk, leather, and latex will feel comfortable on your body now. All other clothing will itch like burlap.”

“Listen, I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, Laris...”

“Kneel,” she said. And Clay fell to his knees.

“I’m in control now, Clay. And I’m gonna make my sissy boy pay.”

“Please, I..”

“Show me how a sissy boy talks, Clay.”

“Laritha, I jutht want.. Oh my God. You can’t leave me with a lithp. What will my thales people thay.”

“Good, but lets work on the adjectives. When something is great, you now describe it as fabulous, or delicous. And you call everyone girlfriend. That’s a nice touch.

“Listen, girlfriend, if you think I’m...”

“Stand. Now look in the full length mirror, sissy boy.”

Clay kept in shape so his chiseled features were no stranger to any mirror he passed by.

“I want you to see your image in the mirror slowly shrinking. First the muscles. There they go. Back before puberty. You never worked out. A girly boy should have girly arms. There they go.

“Don’t. Stop it. Please,” he said.

“It’s too late. This is the image you will always see. This is the only image you’ve ever had. And don’t think I forgot about wee willie. There it goes. Shrinking down. Six inches. Four inches. Two inches.

“Please stop.”

“It’s just a little button now. A little peepee for the sissy boy. But you want a big boy’s dick, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I want a big boy’s dick,” he said.

Larissa reached to her intercom. “Dennis, can you come in her for a second.”

Larissa’s secretary opened the door and was taken aback by the naked ex-football star in the doctor’s office.

“Here’s what you want. You want a big boy’s dick in your mouth.”

“No.”

“Feel your mouth watering now. You must have it in your mouth. You feel very anxious when you don’t have a cock in your mouth. Five times worse than the fear of flying. Feel it coming on now, she said.”

Clay reached for the assistant’s pants and ripped the zipper down, fumbling for his cock. He quickly engulfed the assistant’s flacid penis. He sucked on it like his life depended on it.

“There now, Clay. It looks like you are a cocksucker, after all. So much shame. So much humiliation. A guy like you sucking cock like a bitch. I want you to feel this uncontrollable urge three times a week. If you try to fight it, the urge will get stronger and stronger until you rip the clothes off the first guy you see. And you must drink down every last drop before the panic goes away. To keep you less anxious between your blow job sessions, you can suck on this since you’ve shown yourself to be such a baby.”

Larissa opened her drawer and pulled out a baby’s pacifier with a green strap to hang around his neck.

“There, that looks nice. Now show me how you think a sissy boy walks, she said.”

Clay minced around the room with swaying hips.

“Please, Laritha. Make it stop.”

“Don’t forget the limp wrists. Let no stereotype go unturned, she said.”

“Please. I don’t want to be gay,” he said.

“Oh, you won’t be gay. I don’t want you to enjoy yourself that much. You’ll still be the same homophobe you always were. You’ll love women even more. It’s just that your dick will only rise to the occasion when you’re in a locker room with other men. And a woman’s kiss will taste like dirty socks to you now, she said.”

“That’s not fair,” he said.

“Oh, and Dennis will be taking you home tonight for a little extra training. You cannot resist any command from him or any man. Bring your own lube.”

“I can’t even leave the office. I can’t wear these clothes,” he said.

“That’s OK, I’ve got something in silk for you. It’s my prom dress.”

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