John knew that this was the most critical part of his plan. The hunky young police officer would never be more primed to be taken apart then he was at this moment. John was ready to put this stallion through his paces which, would result in his ultimate gelding.
Casey, now totally drug-fucked, fully opened his mind to the doctor’s influence. Now totally surrendering to his true submissive nature, he barely paused in complying with to the commands. He got up and slowly pulled his tee shirt up over his head, displaying his upper body’s chiseled muscularity.
As John watched, Casey unbuckled and slowly pushed his pants to the floor. Within a few moments he stood there completely naked; giving John as much time as he wanted to examine the healthy, well-defined body that was in front of him. “I think a little dance would do nicely,” he said. “I’ve heard you are quite the dancer. Why don’t you do you a nice, slow, sensual dance for me. Really lewd too,” John laughingly instructed.
Casey, who was past any idea of resistance, began to sway his hips to an invisible music that was playing in his head. In truth, he liked to show off his body when he danced. He gyrated and moved, swaying about, letting his hands run up and down to fondle his chest. At one point he turned so the doctor had a beautiful view of his backside with his tapered waist. Their muscles flowed into the twin, pale orbs of his rump. The duo waving back-and-forth invitingly.
John was mesmerized by the sight. He had seen many of Topper’s beta boys dancing naked, but Casey was in a class all by himself. His torso exquisitely perfect. Every section of his body worked out in proportion to the others. Unlike some men, Casey had not only focused on developing his upper body but also made sure that his legs were developed in tandem. As he breathed, his hard eight pack abdominal muscles erotically relaxed and constricted. Broad in shoulders and chest, his upper body flowed downward to a narrow waist. As Casey moved the muscles in his thighs and calves rippled under his pale skin. John mused that Topper had truly chosen a prize worth having. Soon Casey’s rhythmic movement got more frantic, lewder. Moving on from rubbing his chest, he began tweaking his nipples, groaning slightly as he gulped in air. His eleven-inch cock, stimulated by the drugs in his system, started to stiffen. As Casey rubbed his chest area with his left hand, his right hand drifted down to cup his nuts before letting his fingertips trace the veins that ran along his thick rapidly extending shaft.
Fuck,” Casey grunted as he stimulated himself into a full boner. Eyes closed, lost in the heat of his erotic gyrations. Beads of sweat flew off his body as his hand edged his cock. His dancing became even more obscene. “Fuck I’m horny,” he sighed.
John would’ve willingly let this continue but he realized that he had work to do, pursuant to his instructions from his dominant. Casey needed to be trained during this session; his inner submissive bitch given the dominant position within him. Delaying his assignment, simply to satisfy his own pleasure, was unthinkable. Reluctantly, he took a deep breath.” Stop,” John sharply commanded.
Casey instantly did as he was instructed. He stood there; his body covered in beads of perspiration that followed the contours of his muscles in a way that set off their definition. Panting in exhaustion from his dancing, he gulped more and more of the fume. Fully erect, his dribbling pre-cum fell from the head of his cock like a glistening pearly strand until it reached the floor below
The doctor found the entire effect to be quite intoxicating. It was only through the most extreme effort that he didn’t ignore his instructions and sexually ravage this all-American God. It was now time to finally prepare Casey for the look that his dominant preferred. The doctor walked to a nearby table and picked up shaving cream and a razor.
“What’s are you going to do?” A nervous Casey asked as he saw the doctor approaching him with those items. A fear came over him. Yet, he felt powerless to resist.
Do not worry,” John softly assured him. “I’m not going to hurt you. We both know that inside, down to your very soul, you know you’re not a man. We should make your outside reflect that truth,” he said as he applied the shaving cream to Casey’s chest.
Casey watched as the doctor swiftly scraped away his light chest hair. The doctor next applied a copious amount of the cream to his crotch area. He stepped back away from the doctor. “Please. Not my bush,” he whimpered as tears filled his eyes.
“Now, now. Is that any way for a good boy to behave,” the doctor sharply replied.
Those two words once more influenced Casey, who instantly slipped into a compliance mentality. With tears streaming down his face, he watched the doctor expertly lather his bush.
Taking care, John deftly removed of all the hair around Casey’s cock and balls. The young officer's equipment was quite impressive. John took a few seconds to explore Casey’s thick, long, uncut cock. He took time to pull the shaft’s skin back to expose its plump cock head. He next examined Casey’s nuts which were low hanging, large, and full. He jiggled them a few times up and down onto his palm, enjoying the cop’s strangled gasps. Research on Casey had revealed that the young officer had quite the reputation as a sexual swordsman with the ladies. He won’t be doing any more of that , John mused. He glanced up at the young man who, stood there staring straight ahead displaying no emotion. Not making a sound, he let John shave his legs then, raised his arms as directed, so his armpits could also be cleaned off.
The doctor gently used a wet warm cloth to wipe away any remnants of the shaving cream and stood back to admire his handiwork. There was one area left to go. He looked Casey straight in the eye. “Assume the position against that wall,” commanded.
By now Casey spirit had totally been broken. Mentally, once he had allowed himself to be stripped of his body hair [hair that for him symbolized he’d hit puberty and was now a man], there was no fight left in him. Saying nothing, he meekly submitted and assumed the position that he had so often made others do. He felt a flash of embarrassment and humiliation which, was exactly what the doctor intended.
Legs spread,” John sharply ordered. He watched as Casey moved those well-muscled, powerful legs apart.
Casey leaned head against the wall and squeezed his eyes shut. His brain was a swirl of conflicting emotions. Naked and up against the wall like some low life. His identity as a powerful cop had disintegrated. Even more critical, shorn of his hair and performing lewd dancing, he no longer felt like a man. Yet, the one constant was that he was in sexual heat by obeying. He must be right. A boy doesn’t deserve any body hair. If I’m sexually excited, when I’m being dominated, then it must be what I was meant for , he decided. Suddenly, he felt the doctor’s hand soaping the area between his butt cheeks. “What’s happening?” he asked.
Just one final step,” John said he gently scraped away any hair around Casey’s butthole. Unable to resist any further, he spit on the circular entryway and then inserted a finger.
Ah man,” Casey whined.
To his delight, John discovered Caseys warm inner lining felt like satin. Overcome by the sensations, and his own growing sexual arousal, John began to slowly fuck the squirming hunk.
“Getting fucked,” Casey moaned. To his surprise, the entire experience was pleasurable. Soon he was pushing back on the doctor's finger. “Deeper,” he begged as John’s finger was soon joined by a second then, a third one.
A natural bottom , John thought as he digitally screwed Casey.
Aw shit,” Casey gasped as John vigorously finger fucked him. His entire body suddenly quaked. “Oh shit,” he screamed when John’s thrusting fingers hit his prostate. “I’m gonna shoot my wad,” he yelped.
John felt Casey’s anal ring muscles squeeze his finger as a young officer orgasmed. He was tempted to pleasure his own now throbbing erection but knew, that if he gave into it, he would want to do more than finger fuck Casey. Gently removing his fingers from the shivering young officer {delighted when Casey moaned in frustration when his hole was no longer penetrated}, he used a warm cloth to wipe away any remnants of soap around Casey’s hole. Once finished, he handed the cloth to Casey then, took it back from him. “I want you to clean up your spunk on my wall with your tongue,” he instructed. He watched as Casey thrust out his tongue and meekly complied.
John felt satisfaction, knowing that his test with Casey had been successful. The young man was primed to be submissive. He was also completely under the doctor’s mental control. He was ready to be trained. “I want you to listen to my voice. Focus on my voice, “the doctor said to him. Never stopping or pausing, he continued to slowly speak to Casey’s mind until he finally had a firm grip on it. He reinforced Casey’s submissive side as well as subtly programming him to see Topper as the dominant man he couldn’t be, but whom he needed to service.
By the time Casey left the session with the doctor, any self-image of himself as an authoritative figure or a man was completely gone. His confidence in his own masculinity had been totally castrated. His brain was also slowly nurturing a desire to serve his captain’s needs.
*****
How firm is your mental control with him?” Topper asked as he sat having coffee with John in his office. He had come by earlier that day to get a complete report of what happened. He glanced over at Casey, who was lying naked on the couch in dream world. The young officer, eyes closed, had a goofy smile and was edging himself.
What do you have in mind?” The doctor inquired.
I was thinking of a little role-play scenario. I want him to think what is going on it real,” he said with a grin. “Do you think you can do it?”
Give me three days of intense sessions with him. I think I can rearrange his brain into a role-play that his mind wouldn’t question,” John responded.
As his commanding officer, I’ll put in the necessary papers to say that he’s on sick leave,” Topper told him. “In the meantime, have fun with him, but remember…”
“I understand Sir. Look but don’t touch,” Jon responded, deciding that it was best not to confess that he had finger fucked the officer.