Casey did as the Doctor had instructed. Every night, he poured some of the substance into a bowl that the doctor had provided. Setting it on the side table near the head of his bed, he would light it up then lay there taking in its fumes as he drifted into sleep. His slumber, however, was not a restful one
He would always have the same recurrent dream involving him and his cousin Jack. Under the influence of the drugs that he was inhaling, he would relive those moments by the lake when Jack had taken his virginity. As the scene unfolded, his mind and body re-experienced every nervous sensation, every pleasurable stimulation that had occurred during their sexual encounter. His mind, under the drug’s reaching influence, recalled the intense mentally thrill that came with submission to him. The words:
Just horsing around cuz.”
Constantly reverberating in his brain. Every second, every emotion, every thrill played out inside his brain. How he enjoyed Jack’s dominance. How his words of encouragement to be his “good boy” pleasurably vibrated down to his very core of being. Even more critical, was how it natural and right he felt when Jack’s cock was thrusting deeply inside of him. How its invasion brought Casey to heights of sexual ecstasy. It always culminated in a searing, moist, heat as his cousin ejaculated into him along with knowledge of Jack’s manly spunk breeding him…owning him.
Each morning, he would awake refreshed but showing the clear signs of having had a massive wet dream. By the second day, he became concerned about what he was experiencing in his slumber. During the first week, recognizing its homosexual aspects, he quickly set up a date with one of the station’s badge bunnies” (e.g. women who pursue sexual relationships with police officers) to establish, in his mind, his heterosexuality. During their sexual encounter, he performed as usual, blowing his load inside her three times. Yet, screwing her until he ejaculated did not give him the same easy, intense sexual thrill that he experienced in his dreams when he was the recipient of Jack’s penetration. It worried him enough to set up two more trysts with other badge bunnies on the next two nights. In each case the results grew progressively worse. Through sheer force of will, he managed to perform but, something was missing in every sexual connection. In his final date, he found he could only “hold his hard-on with her” while fantasizing about Jack. He left her in a state of panic after achieving only one unsatisfactory orgasm. By his second week he had difficulty ‘getting it up’ during his next date with one of the badge bunnies. In the end, he told her his flaccid cock was due to stress from a tense bust he had done earlier that day. In a panic, he called John and confessed what was happening. The doctor assured him that it was normal and that he should continue with the treatment and they would discuss the matter fully at their next session.
His sexual anxiety gradually fed into his job performance too. His growing concerns about his “failure to launch” with women caused his prior overly smug demeanor to vanish. He was less sure of himself now. His encounters with the public grew more courteous Even more telling, the constant nocturnal pleasure that came with surrendering to Jack showed up in his interactions with Captain Topper. Unconsciously deep in Casey’s mind, the man’s captaincy made him “alpha”in the station. Casey soon took on a respectful attitude to him.
Captain Topper smiled at the changes he was seeing and kept John advised. In light of what Casey had told him, the Doctor recommended Topper feed into Casey’s current mental unease. Now, during daily roll call, Topper encouraged all his officers to be good boys. While the other men and women in the station would smile over his use of the term, he noticed that Casey’s eyes would blink with a slight quiver in his body. Pressing things further, Topper made it a habit to encounter Casey and inform him he liked that the young officer was taking “being a good boy” to heart.
“Thank you, Sir,” Casey would always reply. In the past, he could not have cared less about making Topper happy. However, now these words from him gave Casey a sense of warmth and pleasure. He soon found that whenever the captain was in the room, his eyes would naturally follow him. On more than one occasion the captain would pull Casey aside to complement him on some action or to offer some helpful advice. In the past getting such “advice” would’ve annoyed Casey, but now he found satisfaction in knowing that Topper was looking out for him. Casey slowly began to think of the captain as his mentor. In an unconscious part of his mind, listening to Topper felt right. He really knows how to lead us, Casey thought one night as his drug-fucked brain drifted off to sleep. I guess we’re all better off with him in charge. Damn he cuts a good image in that uniform. Well built and that chest hair…that’s a man’s body. That night, Topper’s face replaced Jack’s. Instead of a sexual encounter by a lake with his cousin, he was in Topper's office, his hands secured by his own handcuffs, yielding to the commanding presence of his superior as he was anally penetrated.
“Who’s my good boy,” Topper growled as his cock pushed its way into Casey’s butt hole.
“I’m your good boy,”. Casey grunted as he surrendered to the captain's dominating presence. “I’m your good boy.” The words triggered a sexual high that had his erogenous zone come alive with pleasure. He took in the sight of Topper’s more powerful torso. “I’m a good boy,” he sobbed as he succumbed to him.
“And what happens to a good boy?” Topper rasped as he violently pounded in and out of Casey’s anus.
“Good boys get bred…good boys get brrrr...aaaaa,” Casey cried out as he began to orgasm.
That morning, Casey woke up with his crotch crusty with his own spunk. To his shock, he also discovered that a finger from his right hand was rammed into his butt hole. “No, it’s not possible,” he said as he eased his finger out from his anus. “I didn’t just finger fuck myself last night too.” Yet, the realistic sensations he’d experienced last night as he dreamt of his ass felt being penetrated convinced him he may have finger-fucked himself. Frazzled by this possibility, the recent lack of his sex drive with women, and an erotic dream that involved his Captain, he called up the doctor in a panic and begged to come to see him. Calling in a sick day, he drove to John’s office. His mind was a whirl of emotions. As he drove, he recalled his dream where Topper was fucking him. Without thinking, he reached down to touch his crotch. The first tingles of sexual arousal hit him. “I can’t be getting turned on,” he said in a voice cracking with emotion as he pulled into the doctor’s parking lot.
John noticed the change in Casey when he walked into his office. He was no longer immaculately outfitted in his police uniform with all the accompanying implements that carried with them his sense of authority. Casey wore only a faded T-shirt, jeans, and dirty sneakers. He’d also lost the sunglasses to hide behind. Unshaven, with bed-head hair, his eyes had a haunted look. John could see that the once preening cop was quickly coming apart. It was now time for John to put the pieces back together into an entirely new psychological setting.
*****
Jack quickly took a seat in front of the doctor and began relating his latest nocturnal wet dream. Such was his state of confusion and outright shock over what had happened in it, he could barely get the words out.
“So basically, you had an innocent dream where your captain fucked you; resulting in your ejaculation,” John calmly stated while inwardly pleased at how things were going.
“Yes, yes, yes,” a shaken Casey repeatedly replied. “Fuck doctor, my captain and I having sex and he is using my own handcuffs to secure me,” Casey moaned. Suddenly, images from the dream flashed into his mind, causing his cock to slightly stiffen. Realizing what was happening, and anxious not to show that he was stimulated by what he was revealing, he quickly crossed his legs to hide the swelling in his bulge from the doctor.
John had seen the semi-boner Casey was displaying and was delighted. However, he decided it was best to pretend not to observe it. He had bigger fish to fry right now.
Why is the fact that he used your cuffs to immobilize you so important,” he asked.” I ask because you brought that particular aspect up in relating your dream. It seems to imply that it’s critical in some manner, don’t you think?”
Doc, I mean Doctor, I’m sorry,” Casey apologized even though he had corrected himself. “In the academy they say one of the worst things that can happen to you is getting disarmed and secured with your own handcuffs. It’s the worst kind of thing,” he sputtered trying to figure out how to explain what that would mean for a cop.
Ah, I think I understand,” John replied in a soothing tone of voice. “Your handcuffs are a symbol of your authority as a law officer. On some level, you can even think of it as a symbol of your manhood. Having your handcuffs taken away from you and used to secure you too is the equivalent of having your manhood, you’re very status of authority as a police officer, taken from you, am I right?”
Casey’s eyes grew wide as the implication of what the doctor was saying struck home. He had been trying to explain it was crushingly humiliating but now he was seeing things in a whole new way. Having his handcuffs taken away and used on him had stripped of his authority. His very manhood had been castrated. Simply because it had happened in a dream didn’t make the effect on his psyche any less of an impact.
Then a new thought came to him. What if the dream wasn’t simply a dream, but some secret inner desire on his part. Did he really want the captain to take him sexually…to castrate him as a man…reduce him to be just a good boy? He had been too embarrassed to talk about the possibility that he had digitally penetrated his butt. He was now terrified of the implications of those actions too. As these thoughts raced around his mind, he could feel himself becoming sexually aroused. This can’t be happening , he silently said to himself. He squeezed his legs together, trying to hide his growing erection, but the effect only stimulated his cock into fully extending. He could see the doctor looking at him. By now, he was totally panicked. The more he squeezed his muscled thighs together against his shaft, the more stimulated it felt. Yet, moving his legs apart to relieve the pressure would totally expose his boner to the doctor.
John was taking this all in. It was clear that Casey was undergoing some psychological crisis. It was also obvious that he was sexually aroused and was trying to hide it. “There is no need to get upset about something like this,” he assured Casey. “I think it’s a situation where your subconscious was simply rationalizing the natural dominance of your captain and how it feels being under his supervision. The sexual aspect was probably nothing more than your brain, letting you know that the experience was not disturbing. It created a scenario that was pleasurable in order to express it, however crudely.” Of course, he knew everything he said was ridiculous, but he didn’t want to rush the process. In fact, he was enjoying watching Casey squirm. However, he remembered that Topper expected results and he was eager to please his dominant.
Do you think so?” Casey asked reaching for the lifeline that the doctor was throwing him.
Yes, that’s my expert opinion. Now take a few deep breaths while I go out and get some supplies for the aromatherapy. When I get back, I want to see you lying down on the couch so we can explore things further.”
Once the doctor had left the room, Casey quickly got up and went to. lay down on the couch. He reached into his pants and adjusted his erection so it would be less obvious. He firmly pushed his thick shaft so that it extended down his right thigh and not pointed upward. He had barely finished before John returned.
John set up the devices to release the fumes. Noticing that, despite the officer's attempts which, he had seen through a two-way mirror in the other room, Casey’s aroused state was still obvious. “Just breathe in the fumes and relax,” he said. “I want you to listen to my voice… concentrate on my voice… let us see what we can discover.”
Casey breathed deeply, letting the fumes permeate his lungs and mind. As the doctor’s voice softly droned on, he felt that familiar relaxation he was used to from three weeks of using the substances. This time it was accompanied by the warm voice of the doctor softly encouraging him to just drift away. Soon all he heard was the doctor’s voice.
That’s right Casey you’re safe. There’s nothing to worry about. I want you to follow my voice and drift off into the safe place I’m going to take you to. Focus on my voice listen to my voice. My voicemail has control of you,” John said using the same lines over and over and over again. The tentacles of his voice worming their way deep into the very subconscious of the now completely drugged up officer.
Your voice has control of me, Casey happily thought as he surrendered to the power of the doctor's words. Ten minutes later, he was in a deep trance totally open to anything John would suggest.
Recognizing the signs that Casey was now ready for the first steps of his “treatment” John stopped talking. He looked at the handsome, all-American, well muscled police officer now completely under his control. He was determined that when Casey left this session, he would be well down the road on becoming a total submissive Mugou. That realization sexually aroused him into his own erection. For a few brief moments, he contemplated masturbating Well, straddling Casey’s face to give the young officer his first cream-pie. Perhaps go even farther to face fuck him. However, he realized that his dominant would not approve of these actions and pleasing Topper was always his number one priority and obsession. He grabbed a small bottle that contained a concentrated mixture of the drugs and was even more potent than the fumes. He handed it to Casey, “I want you to open this bottle and take five deep breaths in each nostril.”
Casey unscrewed the cap and did his directed. Taking five long snorts into each one, he suddenly felt as if his head had exploded. His mind was completely rendered unfocused and compliant. “Fffffuuuucccckkk,” he hissed as a silly grin came to his face.
John took a deep breath and then set out to get to work. “Casey, I want you to stand up and get undressed for me.”