Dr. Davis Sloan was sitting in his office going over his not..

Dr. Davis Sloan was sitting in his office going over his notes about helping the local university’s star tight end to focus, when his intercom beeped. “Patrick is here for his appointment, sir,” his assistant Martin’s deep masculine voice called through the speaker on the phone. “Have you offered him a glass of water,” the Doctor inquired. “Yes, sir. He had two couples, sir,” Martin replied, the muscle himbo assistant adding a slight laugh at the end. “Good. Send him in, Martin,” the Doctor responded. The door opened and the 6’2, muscle bound construction worker came into his office. The doctor couldn’t help but admire how the black compression shirt hugged and showed off the huge sculpted torso. His eyes then traveled down to the worn tight jeans that were stretched over the thick, muscular thighs. Patrick Griffin was rugged and masculine with his longish curly hair and beard. “Patrick, come in,” the Doctor stood from his desk and walked around to greet his patient. “Hey, Doc,” Patrick replied as he sat on the red couch. Patrick was ordered by a judge friend of the doctor’s for anger management after the burly construction worker punched a man at the bar. The homophobic stud believed the smaller man was hitting on him. The judge in Patrick’s case gave the construction worker two options, prison or psycho-counseling by Dr. Davis Sloan. Patrick of course chose counseling. The doctor had been making headways treating the anger issues Patrick had and in making the redneck more accepting toward gay men. Dr. Sloan noticed that Patrick was fridging as he sat before him. His large hands were between his massive legs and he kept adjusting his large bulging crotch. “So Patrick, how have you been,” the doctor asked as he noticed the outline of Patrick’s huge cock through the jeans. Patrick was nervous, “well Doctor, something happened at the gym yesterday.” “What happened, Patrick,” the doctor asked. “Well, you told me that I should make friends with some of the gay men. While I was at the gym yesterday doing squats when I noticed this older dude watching me and checking me out. He was obviously gay. I did as you told me to do. I went up to talk to him. We chatted for a few minutes then he touched my arm and asked if I wanted to go to the sauna with him. I don’t know why but I agreed. His touching of my arm made me feel so horny,” Patrick adjusted himself again. “I followed him into the locker room where we undressed. His eyes were on my cock the whole time. I didn’t bother wrapping a towel around my waist when I followed him into the sauna. Once we got into the sauna, his hands were all over me feeling up my sweaty muscles,” Patrick was openly stroking his crotch now. “How did that make you feel,” the doctor inquired while watching the packed crotch grow. “I have to say, I have never been so turned on. I was rock hard, doc. When he started to kneel in front of me to suck my cock, I stopped him. He was surprised, even shocked, when I told him that I wanted to suck him off. I don’t know what came over me. I felt so submissive, and, and turned on. I knelt in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. I was gagging over it but at the same time I was loving it. He was also turned on. He grabbed my hair and was pounding my throat so hard that I had to grab his legs to keep from being knocked on my ass,” he was so hard as he told the doctor what happened. “Pa-Trick, go ahead and pull out your cock and play with your cock,” the doctor smiled as he pronounced Patrick’s name, focusing on the trick part. “Yesss, sir,” Patrick’s voice became drone-like upon hearing the pronunciation of his name. He felt a wave of relaxation press over his muscular body as He stood up and peeled the tight jeans down his thick, muscular legs. Patrick then reached into his black briefs and pulled his fat cock out from the top of the waistband. He then sat back down on the couch. Patrick’s cock was one of the fattest cocks the doctor had seen and he thought at times that it was a sad waste that it was going to never fuck another soul again in the muscle stud’s life. “The dude was running his hands down my shoulders and back, telling me how hot and sexy I was. It got me so hot that I sucked him faster, taking his entire cock down my throat. Honestly, doc I never did anything like that before, but a part of me knew exactly what would turn him on.” Patrick was jerking his fist over his fat cock as it oozed pre-cum, “before I knew it he pulled me off his cock by my hair and shot his load right on my face.” “How did it make you feel, Pa-Trick,” the doctor asked, his own cock was rock hard in his expensive tailored suit. “I was humiliated but at the same time so turned on that I shot my load without touching myself. I sprayed my cum all over the sauna floor,” Patrick’s cock was throbbing in his large hands. The doctor made a note on his notepad that he had on his lap, hiding his hard on, “I see. Pa-Trick have you still been having those dreams you spoke of the last time.” Patrick turned red in the face in embarrassment, “I didn’t remember telling you about them.” The doctor smiled, “you did Pa-Trick, the dreams of me fucking you up the ass.” “Yes, I had them every night,” Patrick lowered his head in embarrassment. “It is perfectly normal for a patient to focus their lusts on their doctors,” the doctor pulled his notepad aside displaying his large bulge. Patrick swallowed, “the dreams were so realistic.” His eyes were focused on the doctor’s lap. “It is perfectly fine, Pa-Trick. We are here to understand the deep roots of your anger toward gay men. Deep down you secretly desire to be dominated by them. You feel inferior to them as a straight man. As for your dream, Your subconscious mind looks up at me as a man of authority and superior to you,” the doctor’s words echoed through Patrick’s confused but relaxed mind. “Yess, sir, you know best,” Patrick went deeper under Sloan’s control each time the doctor pronounced his name Pa-Trick. Patrick even began to drool as he stared at the doctor’s packed crotch. “Pa-Trick stand up and remove your jeans,” the doctor ordered. “Yess, sir,” Patrick stood up, pulled his jeans down his huge legs and over his large heavy work boots. “Good boy, now lay face down on the couch,” the Doctor unzipped his pants and pulled out his own hard, thick cock. “Yess, sir,” Patrick turned around and laid face down on the couch. His briefs were still only half way down on his large muscular ass. Once removing his suit, the doctor walked over to the massive construction worker spread out on his couch. The doctor smiled. He had slowly been reprogramming the former alpha homophobe into the perfect obedient himbo. During each session he slowly changes Patrick’s personality to fit his and his client, the judge that presided over Patrick’s trial, tastes. Through drugs and hypo he instructed Patrick to dream nightly about getting fucked by him. In addition, through suggestions he instructed Patrick to start shaving his body daily and start to wear tight clothes to show off his body. Patrick’s girlfriend didn’t like the changes her man was showing and when his big, fat cock could no longer get hard for her, she left him. Patrick found himself growing submissive toward other men and even getting aroused. He also found it harder to think. Everytime he tried to question why he was starting to feel submissive or why he was acting differently, his head began to hurt him. It was getting so difficult to think. It got to the point that he stopped thinking and did what Sloan told him to do. Patrick lifted his hips to help the doctor peel the tight briefs over his huge ass and down his massive legs. His incredible ass was so smooth and flawless, that the doctor couldn’t resist giving each firm, round cheek a hard slap. Patrick let out a deep moan as the doctor’s hand impacted on each cheek, causing them to bounce. Dr. Sloan then spread the powerful cheeks and revealed the macho construction worker’s tight man hole. It was smooth and tight as the rosebud entrance winked at the doctor. The doctor spread Patrick’s legs further apart until his right leg was hanging off the edge of the couch. Dr. Sloan then laid on top of the large, muscular stud, pressing his cock between the plump ass. The doctor whispered into Patrick’s ear, his tongue licking the man’s right earlobe, “just relax, Pa-Trick. You will feel only pleasure, Pa-Trick. However, despite how much it feels good, you can’t cum until I give you permission, understand Pa-Trick.” “Yess, sir,” Patrick moaned as he began to breathe heavier. Sloan then pushed his own huge cock into his patient’s tight ass. “Oh, agh, Fffuck,” Patrick cried out as he was penetrated for the first time. None of the pleasures in his dreams about this moment compared to the reality Patrick was now experiencing. Patrick’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a deep groan as his ass was stretched open by the doctor’s cock. He lifted his ass off the couch and back toward the doctor to give Dr. Sloan more and deeper access to his manpussy. Dr. Sloan in return grabbed Patrick’s huge mountious shoulders and rammed deeper and harder into the muscular ass. Patrick buried his head into his meaty arms to muffled his cries as he dug his fists into the couch’s pillows. He then began to flex his ass muscles around the doctor’s cock. The doctor had already promised the muscle stud to the judge for a very hefty fee, and after today Patrick would be ready for his new life as a mindless muscle himbo slut, like Martin. From the way Patrick was working his exquisite ass muscles, the judge is going to be a very happy man. The doctor pulled Patrick by his hair and whispered into his ear, “cum now, boy” Patrick cried out as he came hard and long. As he came his entire previous straight life was fucked out of him.