Ricky couldn't believe he'd been made to go to court ordered therapy, he didn't need therapy that bitch ex-girlfriend of his shouldn't of cut up all his clothes ten minutes before he had his big meeting. He had ended up going in a pair of dirty white briefs and shorts that he'd not unpacked after his big meeting. They'd all been there in their three-piece suit, and he looked like he'd not been home after a night out. All he'd done to her was kicked her in her bikini in the middle of the city, with no bag or phone and now he had to go counselling or he'd have to go court.
Ricky was sat in the counsellors office absolutely raging that he'd had to use a days holiday to be here and then the police had sent a letter to his work saying why he was court ordered here after he'd made up some bull shit lie. The way all the managers looked down at him didn't feel good and im sure one of them was checking him out. He hated when homos checked him out, made him feel like less of a man, when he was in fact The Man.
When that fag walked into the waiting room and called out his name he knew he was a gay straight away he could tell by that lisp and the camp hand movements. Urgh kill me now, having to spend an hour with this fairy telling him about all my thoughts and feelings. He could not be bothered at all especially when he could be in the gym or making his way through all the prime pussy in the city. Now that he was newly single.
Ricky reluctantly walked into doctor gheys office and lay down on the chaise lounge, he might as well be comfy if he had to talk to this faggot for an hour. As he lay down, he noticed a heavy scent in the air and there was some weird chanting music in the background. The music was that loud that he didn't even hear doctor ghey lock the door behind him. "well, come on then doctor, stop perving on me and get therapizing me, I've got some A grade pussy to pound tonight and I need to go on the sunbeds before we go town." The room was really dark apart from a few candles and he could tell the doctor was staring at him. Finally the doctor spoke " ahh hello ricky, we meet at last this is the fourth time you've rescheduled this appointment I was starting to think I'd never meet you as he was saying this he was pouring Ricky a lime green drink and thrusted it into rickys hand, whispering " drink this now " as he subtly caressed Ricky's hand. Doctor Ghey looked at his new subject, thinking what a good slave he would make and how he could happily ruin this man's life but that would come later, firstly he needed to see what he was working with.
Ricky downed the drink almost automatically, he didn't even think to ask what it was or why the doctors voice seemed to calm him. The doctor was talking under his breath and Ricky couldn't make out what he was saying but he suddenly had a really itchy feeling in his suit pants like there was a thousand ants all just dancing on his skin. Ricky had never felt an itch like this before and he knew he couldn't subtly scratch the itchy especially when the doctor was staring at him so intently. He'd have to ask the doctors permission if he could scratch the itch and as soon as this realisation came to him he realised he'd have to ask the doctor to do the scratching. This did not seem gay to Ricky because of the sheer itchiness that had taken over him, that he wanted to stop.
"excuse me sir, I mean doctor, I've got an itch in a intimate area would you be able to scratch it for me please sir, I mean doctor " Ricky couldn't even look the doctor In his eyes, he felt like he was a child again.
"WHAT " bellowed the doctor as he picked ricky up and off his seat and carried him over to the coat hook and hooked him on it. "what do you mean boy, you want me to scratch an itch, you'll have to show me where it is boy "
Ricky couldn't move his arms or get off the coat hook, he felt trapped he suddenly realised that his penis had become erect and was extremely noticeable as the doctor had picked him it must of brushed against him atleast 6 times. He just couldn't figure out how a strong alpha male who must of pulled atleast 4 birds this week alone was now rock hard In his doctors office and why he was so okay with being called boy. The most upsetting part of it was he was now worried about upsetting sir, he meant doctor and he didn't know why he kept calling him sir.
On the other side of the room the doctor was once again chanting under his breath and almost laughing at how this big alpha man had been changed so soon. He had to be easiest he'd ever had maybe the subject being hungover helped the process he didn't know but he'd soon found out.
For Ricky the itchiness was now actual pain and he felt like chronic biting all over his gentials, he'd have to try and get the doctor to help he'd try anything. " please sir, can you help me please ". Ricky didn't even care that he called him sir now all he cared about was stopping this itching.
The doctor stopped chanting and ricky was sure he saw a smirk from the side of his mouth but the room wasn't well lit and he must of imagined it. " I have a cure for the itch you speak of but you have to be open minded boy, or you'll never be itch free again ".
Ricky could only let a whimper out of his mouth "please please help me ". Ricky might of expected a lot of things but his eyes were shocked when the doctor got out his 10 inch erect penis and pissed all over ricky. Not just the bit that was itchy but all over, Ricky was absolutely gob smacked he had to go back to the office after this and he couldn't go back in a piss soaked suit. Minutes and minutes went by and the doctor carried on pissing, ricky was still so shocked he couldn't speak a word, until the doctor grabbed his head and pissed directly into his mouth and all over his face.
This seemed to bring ricky back to reality, he screamed "what the fuck are you doing you fucking queer pissing all over me, I'll have your licence for this you'll never work again ". The screaming ricky didn't seem to put the doctor off his urination and minutes went by where he was still screaming his head off and the doctor was still pissing on him.
Eventually the doctors piss finished, and he violently grabbed ricky with one hand by the neck and the other hand around his still erect 8 inch penis " look boy, it got rid of your itch didn't it. I helped you and you helped me". Ricky was still dumbfounded by this and couldn't even stop the doctor from taking his phone and wallet out of his pocket. The touch on Rickys penis was like the best feeling ever and he came straight away into his black briefs. Not just came but the best orgasm he'd ever had.
The doctor let ricky down of his coat hook and slapped him on his pert arse " after work tonight you'll come back here to get your phone and wallet. I want you still in your cummy underwear, and your piss soaked suit if you get changed I'll know and you'll get punished even more do you get me boy " and with this he pushed Ricky out of the office door and into the waiting room.
How would ricky be able to go back to work now and why did he let that doctor abuse him like that and even more worrying why did he enjoy it so much.