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THURSDAY By: C. “Doc” Hoskins Jr. Mr. Tucker arrives .06 minutes late after the 19th hour. He is late again. Such disregard will not be tolerated. Entering the secondary room away from the assistant he focuses on the next door on the far wall. He does not notice the hidden door on the wall next to him until it is too late. I have him pulled into the main room and subdued. Ripping all his clothing from him his legs and hands are bound behind him. Placed on his knees in front of me, I have him dressed in a leather dog collar and leather underwear that have openings for his dick and anal hole. The cock ring placed on him is my colleague’s idea. I also have leather wrist and ankle straps placed on him to allow for easy handling. With no lights only my people and I can see him through infrared glasses we are wearing.
“You are late.” Me “I . . I . . I’m sorry I could not help it. The way here was difficult.” Mr. Tucker “I am not concerned with such pettiness. You show disrespect.” Me “N-No. I mean no.” Mr. Tucker “Silence!” Me The expression on his face goes from fright to defiance. I stand directly in front of him waiting for his next excuse. As he opens his mouth. I slap him across the face with my fully erect nine-inch dick three times.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
“Your face mocks me.” Me Before he can get in another word I grab him by the back of the neck so hard he opens his mouth wincing in pain. I quickly shove my dick in his open mouth.
“Aaaooommpph.” Mr. Tucker “Show your respect to earn mercy.”
Still maintaining my grip on the back of his head I force my dick to the back of his throat and hold it there. Unable to move he realizes that he must use his tongue to ease my wrath. Moving his tongue around he wraps it around my dick within the confines of his mouth. The temperature of his mouth is a warm 96.7 degrees, perfect for keeping the blood flowing vigorously throughout my penis. I am amused by his inventiveness his tongue is gently and slowly stroking the protruding vein along my dick. The warmth of his mouth is spreading sensations throughout my body. Looking up at me I can tell he is beginning to enjoy this. This is no time for pleasure he must be broken. I slide my dick out slowly and ram it to back of his throat. He momentarily gags and I pull out fully.
“MMmmmmmm!” Mr. Tucker
I say nothing and grab the back of his head again and shove my dick in his mouth again. This time I work his head in conjunction with my hips and fuck his face hard. Gasping for air between strokes, he realizes I will not be satisfied easily and breathes through his nose. Stroke after stroke I make sure the head of my dick rubs against the uvula in the back of his mouth. Contracting his mouth with each stroke he is trying to make me cum quickly. All he has succeeded in doing is starting the flow of pre-cum from the head of my dick. I am slightly amused by his strategy so I remove my dick and use the pre-cum to line his eyebrows and mustache. He is not pleased, but I care not for his concerns.
“Why’d you do that?” Mr. Tucker “You’re still showing signs of your former self.” Me
He looks away and his silence confirms my statement and previous reports.
“Who are you?” Me He says nothing. “I will ask you once more who are you?” Me “I am man.” Mr. Tucker
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I discipline him with the full length of my dick.
“You are nothing.” Me “No.” Mr. Tucker “Infidel!” Me I point to the middle of the room and he is quickly moved to the examining table where he is strapped down.
“Stop.” Mr. Tucker “Apparently you are under the impression that you have some say in this.” Me “Yes.” Mr. Tucker “You are mistaken.” Me I gesture my hand and two mouths place themselves over his nipples and bite down firmly.
“Ooouuuccchh mmmmmmmm!” Mr. Tucker Despite his pain his dick is fully erect and pointing towards the black light directly over him.
“Who are you?” Me “I am man.” Mr. Tucker I gesture; his nipples are assaulted again.
“Who are you?” Me He gets the message, but says nothing. “You where asked a question. Do you have no reply?” Me “Yes.” Mr. Tucker
More silence. I snap my fingers and two tongues begin to caress and lick Mr. Tucker from head to toe. He writhes in agony and pleasure. I have them focus on his ear lobes for a few brief moments and work their way down to his Adam’s apple and across his already tender nipples. Continuing their work I ensure his belly button is debris free. His thighs and legs are next. I want the groin area saved for last. Close attention is paid to his feet. I watch as every fiber of muscle in his body clenches, as his toes are sucked one at a time. He all but passes out when the crevice between his toes is licked thoroughly clean. I sense he is near his breaking point. I move in. Straddling his face I place my ass directly over his lips. His dick strains against the cock ring and I swallow his dick all the way down to his balls. The sudden blissful pleasure causes him to raise his head shoving his face into my ass.
“You will lick until he is satiated.” Colleague “As you wish.” Mr. Tucker “You mean command.” Colleague “As you command.” Mr. Tucker
I put my weight on him as he takes a deep breath and inhales my scent. I can feel the tension leave his body as he licks my ass feverishly. I am beginning to enjoy this. As a professional I should not.
As I continue my work on his dick I lift his legs to inspect his asshole. He is an excellent specimen. No hair follicles grow there. My colleague removes the nightstick from its bucket of “Wet” and approaches the examining table. Lubricating his hands off of the nightstick he slides his index finger into Mr. Tucker’s waiting hole. Mr. Tucker lowers his head to protest and I sit on his face fully and suck on his dick with renewed vigor.
“MMMmmmm! MMmmmm!” Mr. Tucker “Resistance is futile!” Colleague
As I look down I notice my colleague has two fingers in his asshole working them back and forth. Mr. Tucker begins to buck on the table, but he is in no position to remove either of us. The nightstick emerges once more as my colleague puts it into position and slowly forces it into Mr. Tucker. Every one of his muscles tense instantly.
“Relax or this will get painful.” Colleague
Twelve inches of the nightstick remain exposed and my colleague knows he has gotten the stick in as far as it will go. Mr. Tucker slowly begins to relax. Removing some of the wet with my hands I sit up I grip Mr. Tucker’s dick and begin to stroke his penis up and down. This two pronged method is very effective. When Mr. Tucker is fully relaxed my colleague slowly slides the nightstick out to till the tip begins to show and the pushes it back in. Mr. Tucker begins to let out slow moans. Yes this method does seem to be very effective. As I stroke his penis up and down I begin to feel it stiffen even further. It is too soon for Mr. Tucker to ejaculate. I stop my work and gesture to my colleague.
As soon as he stops we remove ourselves from Mr. Tucker. More gestures on our part and Mr. Tucker is turned over and placed on all fours. I know he does not like this but he must face this final portion of the procedure.
“No.” Mr. Tucker “He still exhibit signs of struggle. Defiant till the very end.” Colleague “I am man.” Mr. Tucker “You are nothing.” Me
Cleaning my hands I choose my three-foot paddle with seven diamonds embedded in various Greek letters.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He says nothing as I administer the punishment. Further defiance on his part, he will be broken. The signs of my assault will not begin to show until tomorrow. Ordering the tongues again this time I have them work very gently on his nipples and ears. He fights them but soon relaxes. My colleague notices Mr. Tucker’s asshole beckoning and steps forward with the nightstick again thrusting it halfway in.
“Uuuugggghhhh! Why the fuck did you do that!” Mr. Tucker “Blasphemy in our presence! I will hear no more.” Me
I gesture to my colleague to remove the stick and walk in front of Mr. Tucker. I try not to let my anger get the better of me as I remove my undergarments completely and slip on a condom. I try to give him one more opportunity to redeem himself.
“Who are you?” Me “I am man.” Mr. Tucker “Wrong you are a bitch now. Me
I lube my dick quickly and mount him like a mare. He knows what is coming next but I don’t give him time to prepare himself. I point my finger to his head and thrust my dick into in unprepared asshole.
“Uuunnngggghhhh!” Mr. Tucker
As his mouth opens my colleague shoves his dick into Mr. Tucker’s mouth. When my nuts impact on his ass I pull back and thrust again. I push so hard my colleague must brace himself lest he be throne backwards. I can tell there is pain on the face of Mr. Tucker but I will not have my methods challenged. Gripping his hips I force him back onto my dick again and again. Reaching bottom I wiggle side to side until the head of my dick flicks back and forth across his prostate. It is more than he should be able to take but still he resists.
“I (gasp) am (gasp) man. (gasp)” Mr. Tucker
SMACK! I slap the side of his ass.
“Who are you?” Me “I am . . . I am . . .” Mr. Tucker “You are pussy!” Me “I am . . . I am . . .” Mr. Tucker “You are pussy! Say it.” Me
I am forcing my dick into him with anger. I have gone beyond professionalism. I am fucking him like a primitive animal. I pummel his ass relentlessly now. Mr. Tucker is a crafty man. My colleague gets a concerned look on his face and I know what has occurred. Apparently Mr. Tucker concentrated on removing one of us from the fray. With sweat dripping down my forehead I look down to see my colleague step back and cum directly in the face of Mr. Tucker. Wearing the cum like a badge he revels in his small victory and gazes back and me defiantly. My anger flares and I grip the back on his head and force his face into the examining table. Placing my leg on his back I renew my efforts to break him.
“Uuunnngggghhhh!” Mr. Tucker “Who are you?” Me “I am . . . I am . . .” Mr. Tucker
I stroke his anal walls thoroughly and deeply to clear his mind.
“I am . . . I am . . . your . . . .” Mr. Tucker
Your words are not coherent Mr. Tucker.”
“I am . . . I am . . . your . . . .” Mr. Tucker
I dig my fingers into his shoulders and thrust downward into his ass assaulting him again and again. Slowing my pace I can hear whimpering and I can hear that Mr. Tucker is crying.
“Now then Mr. Tucker I will ask just his once. Who are you?” Me “You are what?” Me “I am your bitch.” Mr. Tucker Grabbing the side of his ass I ask. “And what is this?” Me Shaking his head he utters. “Mmmmmmm.” Mr. Tucker
I stroke him so hard his entire body contorts in pain and ecstasy.
“I cannot understand you Mr. Tucker.” Me “This is pussy. (sob)” Mr. Tucker “Louder.” Me “This is pussy.” Mr. Tucker “Louder Mr. Tucker for all to hear.” Me “This is pussy! (sob)” Mr. Tucker
Each time he says pussy I thrust into him deeply.
“This is pussy! Uuunnggghh!”
He considers this demeaning and flinches each time I make him say pussy. He is broken now but he will need to return to solidify what I have started here this day. His tears run freely now. I care not for his whimpering and fuck him with renewed vigor.
PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP! PAP!
He wants to beg for mercy but his mind holds onto his former identity and his ego will not speak.
“You will do as pussy.” Me “Yes.” Mr. Tucker “You will submit when told to.” Me “Yes.” Mr. Tucker “Have you learned from this experience?” Me “Yes.” Mr. Tucker “You lie!” Me “No!” Mr. Tucker
Placing my foot on the back of his head I continue my assault on his manhood as if possessed. Mr. Tucker’s crying turns into gibberish. His words sound as if he were speaking in tongues. Then his entire body tenses up and his rectum takes on a life of its own clamping down on my probe tool hard. Desperately trying to ingest more oxygen he sprays a thorough coat of seamen on the table. I realize a microsecond before my sexual synapses fire and cum overflowing the condom with my own seamen.
“Uuunnngggghhhh!” Me
As my coherent thoughts return I gesture around the room for Mr. Tucker, my colleague and myself to be cleaned. With treatment completed I have Mr. Tucker placed standing erect in front of me naked.
“You are coming along nicely Mr. Tucker. You will return twice more. Then and only then with a prosperous judgement be given. You may go.”
I gesture and Mr. Tucker is thrown into the secondary room with clothes similar to the ones he came in with. Collecting himself he returns to the main room where my administrative assistant greets him.
“Dr. Rolfing has confirmed your next scheduled psychiatric session.” Assistant “What time is the appointment for?” Mr. Tucker “The time is on the card Mr. Tucker.” Assistant
Taking the slip Mr. Tucker opens to see his next time and day.
Dr. Carl Rolfing Ph.D. Psychiatric Evaluations & Administration
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