Learning to Surrender Part 1 By Chaim
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When Rob entered the room, his therapist stood up to greet him,
"Good evening, Rob, do come in. I'm so glad to see you again. And you're right on time. Take that chair."
Rob sat down and tried to focus on his therapist voice and closed his eyes, it was always good to be here. Rob want to therapy to surrender his body and mind to a real Man, to make himself available for his sexual desires & pleasures.
"Today we are going to conduct a special therapy session. In order for it to work, I need you to trust me completely. It is important that you do exactly what I say so that I can help you to get healthy the way you want to be, submissive and willing to serve, whatever it takes."
Rob's therapist said with in his buttersoft low voice. Rob shivered, he tried to hide the fact that Arthur's voice, those words, had lifted his cock into erection almost instantly inside his pants. Rob nodded his head and concentrated on his therapist's voice.
"Please relax, and listen very closely to what I am about to show you. It's important that you do exactly what I say and make the right dicision for the future. Just take a deep breath, and relax. Open your eyes and focus on the table in front of you."
Arthur gave him another chair and he openend his eyes. This was the first time Rob saw Jochem, the boy was stretched out on a table in the middle at his therapist's practice. Rob was facing them, the boy and Arthur who was next to the table. The chair was put close to the table, and Arthur provided him a glass of water.
"As you can see, everything is ready for you. I know that you look forward to your training session. Your sessions do make you feel so good. Relax and be silent until I ask you to speak!"
Rob found it difficult to pay much attention to what his therapist, Arthur was saying. Rob looked in amazement and disbelief at the nearly naked boy on the table.
"In fact, I know that if you had permission to speak, you would tell me that you've never felt better in your life as you do sit in that chair and focus on my voice. You feel good and proud when you obey me. Make yourself comfortable, just watch the boy on my table and listen to my voice."
Rob did already, he wanted to pull his eyes away from the boy who lay on the table and his gaze kept drifting back to him.
"I see that you remember your lessons. Your mind and your body are falling into the familiar pattern. You have been here before, Rob, you will be here again. Here you will become so humbled and fortunate, you will feel it deep within you. The acceptance of your true feeling and purpose, your true obedience and humility. Your surrender and submission is now close, you just have to choose it and I will guide you to your choice."
Rob felt warm and so good, Arthur's voice made him humble and happy.
"Just face the table and stare to this beautiful boy, Rob."
Rob did as he was told. The boy wore only a pair of thin white briefs. It seemed he was unaware of everything around him. He made no acknowledgment of Rob's presence nor his talk with his therapist. It was as if neither Rob nor his therapist existed. Suddenly the boy moved a little and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. Rob's therapist Arthur said to the boy,
"Just listen to my voice and relax, Jochem. I am so pleased with your progress! I know it makes you feel so good to please me, Jochem. Now you are relaxed and comfortable. Stay into this state of trance, you've experienced before and loved it."
The boy did not respond.
"Good, Jochem, very good. I am very pleased with you. Your conscious mind is asleep now. You are asleep, Jochem. You feel so safe, so content, so at peace, so warm and comfortable."
Rob knew of Arthur, his therapist's experiments. Arthur used hypnotism and drugs to cure and help his patients. Arthur had spent several years studying a variety of techniques. Arthur's therapy helped men, like Rob, to surrender themselves to all their powerful and compelling masochistic urges. To feel they were doing nothing strange and unnatural, on the contrary, to accept their submissive feelings as normal part of their brain. To follow their instinct to surrender to a real man. Whether through domination by a real dominant man or by their own cowering, groveling subordination to him.
Rob wondered, was the young teen on the table proof that his therapist's studies and therapy had been successful?
The Therapist explained to Rob,
"This is Jochem. As you can see he is still young. When Jochem was a little boy he first noticed his attraction to other boys. After puberty set in his interest became more pronounced, he was a real submissive gay boy and his desire was almost more than the boy could bear. He felt this strong desire and had sexual fantasies.
Jochem is gay and submissive, he couldn't accept that. He was and sometimes still is in self-denial. He was for a long time afraid to come out for his true feelings being a submissive boy, it was too scary for him. Jochem's surpresed desires made him desperate and he was sent to me."
Jochem's eyes were now fixed on the ceiling. The boy's lack of contact with his surroundings made it easier for Rob to examine his body more closely. Rob's first impression was that he looked a puppy dog. He had the same appearance, he was young, innocent and vulnerable. The boy was so young, Rob couldn't believe he was sexual active already. Rob's mind reeled with the confusion of getting horny, but the boy looked great. The soft light on his body was accenting the taut lines of his young body. Other than the mop of curly hair atop his head, his skin was unblemished and smooth. Each young muscle stood out fragile but defined. The white thin briefs did nothing to hide the curves of his ass nor the swelling of his penis and his little boy balls. The boy's body was so magnificent it almost hurt Rob's eyes to look at. He was a magnificent boy,
"So young and all ready a jewel,"
he groaned out softly. The boy was tribute to his therapist's training. Arthur his therapist, watched Rob with amusement as Rob stared at the boy on the table.
"Do you like him?"
Arthur asked Rob.
"He is so beautiful."
Rob tried to match his therapist's nonchalant tone and not to show his interest, but his voice quavered. Rob's body was shivering a little out of control sittinging there admiring this young beauty. In a flash he had a fantasy, just sliding his cock into the boy in one fluidic move. He wanted to cry out to him, because he had to do it. He felt a strange power, an unknown desire, but knew he never could do this, but he coveted the boy. Jochem was the perfect boy, that would make every gay man horny to fuck. The real Rob knew he could not produce this fantasy much longer, it was a flash. It made him immoral and above all he didn't want to top anyone. He trembled because he had never imagined something like that so vividly before. Arthur ignored his trembling and continued in his nonchalant tone,
"Yes Rob, better minds and bodies through my therapy. Of course, mother nature provided me a good base to work with. The boy looks great and he was soon willing to be a good subject for my study and experiments. Besides that, the obstacles the boy tried to erect, before he showed his willingness, were quickly overcome with proper treatment."
Rob looked at his therapist.
He knew all about it, he experienced the necessary of those treatments himself. Rob looked at Jochem, the boy was soft and boyish. Rob was gay, but during therapy admitted some boys turned up in his dreams. He confessed to Arthur it was true he liked boys as well but typically with reluctance, before he got this proper treatment himself.
Strange enough the boy confused him. Rob had the deep need to surrender his pride and life to his wish to be totally submissive himself. The need to feel there was nothing like a man cock entering his ass and giving him a fuck to diminish his male ego. Looking at this boy it felt different, it was about conquest, he wanted to fuck him,, and the boy's butt would do the receiving, the surrendering. Rob felt suddenly confused and horny in an unexpected way.
"Doesn't he hear us speaking?"
Arthur, his therapist smiled,
"Yes and no. Jochem is under a command not to pay attention. Jochem's can hear us speaking, but his mind is blank at the moment. He does not register clearly what we are saying."
Rob nodded his head,
"Interesting. Why is the boy here, is Jochem part of my treatment?"
The Therapist smiled again,
"Tell me how you feel about him. What you feel about his presence in the room. What are you thinking?"
The therapist seldom answered his questions. Arthur usually parried them by asking a question of his own. Initially I had often resisted answering him fully or truthfully, but he seemed to know when Rob was being evasive or indirect. Arthur kept after him until he had taught him to respond more openly to his probing.
"I am curious about your degree of control over him. Is it total, like you own him? Or it this just an act? I am curious about what you have in mind. Jochem is an unusual way of therapy, if that is what he is..."
Robert did not expect his therapist to answer those questions.
"Do you want him to be part of your therapy?"
Arthur, his therapist looked at Rob, who answered honnestly,
"I'm sure it could be a pleasant treatment, but how would the boy feel about it? Surely his collaboration would be required."
Arthur smiled,
"Jochem's collabararion is guaranteed. The boy's mental state was achieved by focusing his awareness on the present moment, his thoughts were supplied by me under hypnosis."
Rob asked,
"He is now under hynosis?"
Arthur looked at him,
"Yes, Jochem is in that condition. The boy has a focused attention and reduced awareness. He lost the power of voluntary action and is highly responsive to my suggestions, but there is much more. The boy calmly acknowledges and accepts his new feelings, under hypnoses but also a normal state of consciousness. He accepts his thoughts and sexual sensations. He accepts he is gay and submissibe now. Jochem will cooperate and to be submissive to me at all times."
Athur's voice became soft and silky.
"It makes him feel good, very good, to cooperate, to surrender to me."
He leaned forward in his chair and stood next to the boy. As Rob looked at him, he found himself noticing more about his body. He started picturing the briefs beneath those tight jeans, probably white. Rob pictured Arthur's bulge, pouched into his briefs. Arthur saw it and was pleased that he was willing. He said,
"Rob, I want you to talk to me, this is an important session. Take a deep breath, and tell me what you want."
Rob hesitated but spoke,
"I want you to take those clothes off."
Arthur nodded and slowly started to undress, he revealed his muscular body, Rob whispered his real desire,
"I want you to take everything off."
Arthur nodded and stepped back. Rob watched as Arthur dropped his briefs and revealed his hard-on, slippery with precum. His balls are tensed tight to his manly body. Rob felt a wet spot at the tip of his cock, now starting to stain through his own briefs. Arthur gestured to Rob to move closer. Jochem sat up and leaned his head on Arthur's side. The therapist lightly stroked his naked boy chest. Arthur made contact by pinching his boy nipples softly,
"It makes you feel so good to cooperate, doesn't it, Jochem?"
Jochem lifted his head long enough to smile at Arthur and he lowered his head until it rested against Arthur's naked side. The boy closed his eyes and a small moan of pleasure was his only answer to the therapist's question. Rob looked at them, Jochem was obvious very content with his treatment and present state of mind.
Arthur continued to stroke Jochem's boy chets and played with his nipples with his fingertips as Rob spoke to him,
"The boy seems entirely devoted to you."
Arthur nodded his head and smiled. Rob couldn't take his eyes off Arthur's strong fingers as they moved lightly over the boy's smooth chest. The boy was enjoying it and Arthur gently, took his nipple between his fingers. He gave it a little tweak, while carefully watching his reaction. Jochem at first looked a uncomfortable, then started to relax again. Arthur fondled his body while running a hand over his nipple, he ignored his penis as he did this and he explained to Rob,
"The boy needs to identify the source of stimulation and accept it as a part of his erogenous zones. It arouses his sexual curiosity and draws his attention to me."
Arthur's hand glided smoothly over Jochem's soft skin. The boy's nipple stood out hard. Jochem was truly aroused while Arthur fondled his breast and nipples and strokes his belly. Rob could almost feel Arthur's fingers against his own nipples and had to stop himself from raising a hand to check to see if he was touching him as well.
"I ask you again. Do you want him to be part of your own treatment?"
Rob asked no sure what to think about this situation,
"Will he be a part of my sessions?"
Arthur looked at him puzzled,
"You answer my question with another question. I thought you had progressed beyond the point."
Rob felt a strange jealousy, he wanted to submit to Arthur himself,
"I don't think I would enjoy using him as part of my therapy."
Arthur nodded,
"That is better, Rob. Now tell me why not."
Rob looked at them.
"He is very beautiful. I do find his type attractive, but he is a boy, he seems to be so submissive."
Athur smiled,
"Jochem's submissiveness does not attract you. And why is that?"
Rob swallowed,
"I don't know, because I want to be the submissive myself. He is playing the role I wish to play. For him to be a satisfactory partner, he would have to be dominant. I need a real man, strong and aggressive."
Arthur smiled again at Rob.
"Very good, Rob. You so know, that's obvious. That is very good. You are making progress."
Arthur, the therapist said nothing for a few minutes. They sat there quietly as he thought, his fingers continued to play over Jochem's body. Jochem did not move, other than the shallow movements of his chest as he breathed in and out. The boy sat absolutely still at his therapist's naked side, apparently unaware of anything happening around him.
"Would you like to see how submissive Jochem is? I have been training him for a year now, his obedience is absolute."
Rob waited for a moment before he could speak, his breath suddenly felt shallow within his throat.
'Jochem's obedience is absolute', those words aroused him. That was Rob's deepest wish, where did he fail? Was Jochem the mirror he had to look at? He could not allow Jochem to have what he had searched for for so many years. Rob countered his therapist's allegation with a stubborn denial,
"Arthur, you are my very respected therapist, but you know no surrender is complete. The ego always remains, the boy looks submissive, but he still has an ego. I do know something about that. I have experimented for many years with training designed to get rid of my consciousness, maybe awareness of my self or self-esteem, whatever call it my Ego. That is why I came to you! I want to understand this need I feel to become completely submissive. To discover why I see my own ego as the enemy to my complete surrender."
Arthur ignored his agitated comments. Rob felt attacked, that was his ego! Arthur just smiled and he knwe enough, he changed the subject and said,
"You are a little bit overdressed yourself for this session. I'm already naked and Jochem is in his briefs. I suggest you undress to your briefs like Jochem, before we continue."
Rob nodded, this was not unusual for him. Rob was used to it, it's unusual for Arthur to undress during a session. He learned, it was good for them to be naked or in briefs together. Arthur's rules during a session were simple, he had to be completely nude or in his white briefs during all sessions.
So, Rob undressed till he was wearing nothing but his skimpy briefs. Arthur had a smile on his face but said nothing and waited. Nearly naked, Rob's cock started to get hard, and he adjusted it in his briefs. He walked over to the side of his therapist's desk and stood legs spread apart hands clasped behind his head and waited for his instructions. He knew this was the way Arthur wanted him.
"You're going to be fully under your own control, so relax and be comfortable. I know you want finally coming to terms with your own submissiveness and your desires to surrender. Watch the boy without prejudice. I will explain and demontrate what happened to this boy, it's up to you to decide what you want yourself."
Arthur said to Rob before he ordered the boy softly,
"Stand up, Jochem."
The boy rose to his feet.
"I have brought this boy, Jochem here tonight to demonstrate what you might achieve, Rob, if you choose to get the same treatment. I can help you to understand your desires and I can help you to achieve them. The choice will be yours. But first, the demonstration."
Arthur's words intrigued Rob, in his mind, he had already given him control. The prospect of what he seemed to be offering excited him, aroused him. There was a familiar tingling around his crotch as his cock reacted to the impact of Athur's statement.
Obedience, submission, control,
those were the things that make Rob react, made him excited. He wanted that himself! Rob felt a flush of heat to rise from his groin to his brain, the welcome warm feeling of weakness and desire. Arthur looked at him without expression and it took a few moments before he spoke again. Arthur barely looked at Jochem as he spoke to the boy,
"Jochem, your body totally rigid. You can not move, just follow my orders."
Jochem's body became motionless. It was as if he had become a little fragile statue.
"Very good, Jochem, very good. You please me! Now boy, your cock will grow hard."
As soon as the therapist spoke to him, Jochem's penis pushed out against his white briefs. It extended straight out from his body, stretching the fabric and pulling it away from his groin. He did not react. No sign of emotion appeared on his beautiful face. Jochem's breath did not quicken. The boy's posture did not change, his eyes stared straight ahead unmoving.
"Excellent, Jochem. Now watch carefully, Rob. Keep your eyes on Jochem's cock. Good! I can see that this is beginning to have a sexual interest for you. I think you will find the next part even more fascinating."
Arthur, his therapist paused.
Out of the corner of my eye Rob could see him watching him, but he couldn't take his eyes off Jochem's penis. Its contours were visible beneath his white briefs, even the slit at the head was visible in the clinging fabric. Jochem's engorged penis had pulled open a gap between the briefs and his slim body. This way Rob could see his balls and the base of his penis in the opening. They, too, were smooth and hairless.
"Now, Jochem, at the count of three, you will have an orgasm. It will be a tremendous orgasm. You are focused on your penis. You feel only the sensations in your penis. You feel enormous pleasure, a wave of pressure building inside your balls. They will explode when I finish counting. You will not move, you will remain rigid. You will make no sound. You will simply have the best orgasm you have ever had."
Arthur spoke the numbers quietly, without inflection, pausing only briefly between each of them.
"One... Two..."
The moment the Arthur said, "Three,"
the cum erupted from Jochem's penis. For a second it mounded on the front of his briefs, glistening cum made a spot against the soft cotton. Another spurt of his boy load quickly followed, and a third and then a fourth. The cum oozed down the front of Jochem's briefs and several drops fell to the wooden floor.
Rob gasped. Without thinking about it, he had been holding my breath, waiting to see what would happen. As soon as Jochem's cum jetted out, his own cum rose inside his cock, a hot rush of pleasure and longing was shooting upward.
Rob groaned and mentally clamped down on his orgasm, holding it in. Now, defeated by his own lust, he felt the dampness grow around the head of his cock as his own cum oozed out and his briefs became very wet.
Rob moaned again, he still stood there with his trembling legs spread apart, hands clasped behind his head.
He didn't think, couldn't bear to look any longer at Jochem's cum stained briefs. Jochem seemed so at peace, so satisfied and relaxed. Rob knew the boy had been programmed to surrender, to submit and obey. He was ordered to ejaculate, and did as ordered and did so independently of the rest of him. The boy's free will was gone.
Rob knew that during their sessions the urge to ejaculate could be almost too strong. Rob had always permission to voice his genuine fear of losing his self-control. He could be tempted to touch his cock and to stroke it, which was not allowed without permission during their sessions, but Arthur only would lecture him gently on his desired role and purpose in life, and the role and purpose of his as therapist.
This time Rob couldn't hold his own desires back anymore, he just moved his hands down and as fast as possible pulled his briefs away from his cock. Of course, Arthur could see what he was doing and would understand the cause, and Rob felt shame at his own lack of control.
He had to do something to relieve the heat in his groin. He groaned softly and his hand rubbed his hard cock through the cotton of his briefs. Arthur-therapist's words echoed in his mind.
'One. Two. Three.'
Rob couldn't stop it, he let out harsh, half-screamed grunts as his cock-head seemed to almost explode under the force of his orgasm. Three times his cock pumped to expel the copious amount of cum from his quivering balls. The harsh explosions shook his whole body and his semen was catapulted all over his shuddering belly and up to his heaving chest. As the immediate peak of the orgasm was over, Rob was panting, he was shivering in aftershocks and whimpered with the still ongoing shocks. He felt defeated and had no control over his body and lost control over his mind.
He couldn't help himself but the intensity of his orgasm overrode his humiliation.
Rob's eyes were fixed on Jochem and the mound of white cum on his briefs. Suddenly Arthur ordered him,
"Get on your knees, and suck him clean as a good willing boy!"
Rob gasped, he could taste it, taste the boy's cum! He knew exactly what to do, he kneeled before the boy. He felt a flash of longing and surrender through his body. He wanted to serve the boy. Rob bowed his head and leaned forward and closed his eyes at the last moment. Slowly he reached out with the tip of his tongue and tasted the warm, sticky, salty boy cum.
He pushed his tongue into that knob of cum and licked the wet and cotton of Jochem's soaked briefs. Rob felt the ridges of Jochem's penis against his lips and face, as he smeared Jochem's cum over them. Rob sucked, as ordered, the head of the boy's penis into his mouth and licked him clean.
Arthur spoke softly to the boy,
"Very good, Jochem. You may clean yourself up, and then you may get in position."
Jochem walked silently from the room.
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If you have any comments or constructive criticism on how I can improve, please let me know. English is not my mother tongue, so we sometimes say things differently than in English-speaking countries.
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