[MUSIC HYPNOTHERAPIST]
Your new intern in the psychiatric department does not believe in music hypnotherapy. As the leading scientist working on the effect of music therapy on sexual disorders, you had to confront him about his warries.
But the cognitive behavioral therapist was not having it. He was a hypnosis denier. Also, he believed that using music to address adult patients was baloney.
"Let me try it on you. If it doesn't work, then I'm going to redirect all the funding in my department to your research projects," you challenge him.
The young, handsome clinical psychologist, who was the heartthrob at work laughed hard. "Dude. I won't say no to that. I'm gonna suck all your funding dry."
He made sure that the other people in the clinic heard what he just said.
You invite him to your house. You ask him to sit on the sofa.
You remove your clothes and maintain your jockstrap.
He flinches. "Fuck. What are you doing?! Are you a fag?"
You touch your own built muscles. "Dude. Does this body look faggy to you?"
Then you sit on the piano. You start playing chromatic notes. You press the keys with gusto as you mutter, "faggot faggot faggot."
You use your most, extreme, experimental technique. The strategy with an experimental design that the government refused to give funding to.
You have composed a piece that induces homosexual feelings, and heightens lust. At the same time, even the reluctant listener would easily succumb into the effect that would render him into deep submission.
Immediately, he stands up and stares blankly at you. He then walks to you. He removes all his clothes. He stands beside you with his cock near your face.
You suck his delicious cock. And this clueless, arrogant homosexual just moans at your pleasing. You plan to take advantage of this docile muscular man for the rest of the evening.
The next day, everyone in the clinic gets to see the video that you sent them anonymously last night after your session with him.
It begins with him lying on your sofa. He is naked. A towel covers his privates. He is then aroused when he hears your piano music.
"Come to me," it is your muffled voice.
He stands up. Then he walks to the camera. His towel still covering his genitals. He still looks dazed.
"Drop it."
His towel falls. The video focuses on his swelling cock.
"What do you want?" you ask.
"Your cock sir," he replies submissively.
"Then take it."
The piano is placed on autoplay.
He kneels.
The camera focuses down. It then catches your cock.
Then your cock disappears inside his mouth.
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