Lonnie entered the office, feeling rather…uneasy, especially after his last session with the therapist. He’d approached Dr. Halver for help dealing with social anxiety, but nothing the man had been doing seemed to be helping much. Sure, the hypnotherapy was…relaxing, but the things that the doctor wanted to focus on only seemed…well, he didn’t quite know, to be honest. The doctor had him lie down on the chaise, and Lonnie tried to tell him about his reservations, but he barely made it through a sentence before the doctor had him feeling tired and sleepy, pushing the older man into his own memories.
You see, Dr. Halvers was certain that his patient’s anxiety was stemming from traumatic events in his past–memories that Lonnie had hidden away, deep in his mind, for fear of dealing with them, but they were still there, and wrecking havoc on his life. They were getting closer, however, to the truth–the doctor was certain that today they would finally confront what happened to him in the boy’s locker room at school.
In fact, the dear doctor was so certain they would, because he had fabricated the memory himself, and in this session, he was going to force his patient to confront it.
He forced Lonnie to narrate, to describe himself as he’d been in high school. A small, slight boy, hairless, nerdy and socially awkward, with very few friends. That description didn’t sem quite…correct to Lonnie, but he’d found himself doubting more and more of his past experiences, ever since entering Dr. Halver’s care. But it was that afternoon, when he’d been dragged into the locker room by some of the jocks and their older brothers, where they’d…finally shown him that all Lonnie was, really, was a faggot.
A hopeless faggot. A faggot whose only purpose in life was to serve domineering men like them. They’d raped him for hours that day, forcing him to worship every inch of their bodies, violating every hole–and the doctor, for hours, forced Lonnie to describe what had happened to him, insisting on more and more detail, making him repeat entire chunks if he was unsatisfied with Lonnie’s newly recalled humiliation. And not just that day–he forced him to recall how after that first time, he’d…begged for more. Pleaded with those older boys to abuse him further, because they were right. He was just a faggot, nothing more.
At last, late that night, he brought his patient up from hypnosis, and the big bear of a man burst into tears. His therapist was there for him, of course, and told him what a great breakthrough this had been for him. Now that he was being true to himself, now, with Dr. Hasker’s help, he could finally be the man he needed to be. He could finally find his true calling a complete and utter faggot slave.
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