all characters 18 and all characters consenting adults. Some engage in slight CNC and CBT themed moments

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“I just don’t think sex therapy is what our relationship needs!” I said hurrying behind Jesse

Turning around Jesse slapped me across the face, her fiery ginger hair flapping in the breeze. “I’ll be the one to decide that!” She said placing her hands on her hips, her tight blue yoga pants causing a faint camel toe.

“I’m the same guy I’ve always been.” I said pleading as Jesse burst in the door of the therapist’s building.

“No you’re not—“ She called over her shoulder walking up to the desk, behind it sat a bored looking admin worker, chewing a piece of gum. “—you’re a worthless prejac! You can’t even put your tiny little dicklet in me without exploding.” Jesse continued now turning to face the lady receptionist “—do you know he cums so fast his dick doesn’t even have time to get hard?”

The receptionist giggled, spitting the gum into a nearby waste bin, she looked over her glasses at me and smirked; “—yeah he’s got that look.” She said in bitchy bratty tone. If I were man enough to get hard, her voice would’ve made me rock solid.

Jesse kept hurling insults at me for what left like minutes before the large wooden door to the doctor’s office swung open.

Standing in the doorway was a tall lady. Built like a literal Wonder Woman her black hair cascaded down her tall, muscle-bound body, she took an elegant step out of the room, her heels clacking against the tiles. Jesse and I in equal measure both admired the unnamed lady as she walked out, her fishnet stockings crawled up her powerful thick legs and disappeared under her red skirt. Her white button up was loose, the top two buttons unclasped revealing a bounty of cleavage. Between the two firm breasts hung a silver necklace with a large silver key with a skull emblem atop it. Looking from Jesse to me, the lady finally spoke; “I’m Dr Michaels but you can call me Margot.”

“Margot your tits look amazing!” Jesse said looking at them directly, uncaring about social norms.

“Why thank you, majority of my clients can’t stand to look at them, on account of their…shortcomings.” She said in an elegant tone, her accent slightly British.

She gazed hard at me, I felt myself go bright red with embarrassment. Not even half an hour into this and the Dr and receptionist had already commented on my failure as a man. The girls spoke to each other in a hushed whisper and exchanged a giggle before the conversation returned back to me.

“Please step into my office you two, from what Jesse told me over the phone we have a lot of work to do.”

Wishing to sink into the earth, I cowered head and shambled into through the door to the doctors office. Jesse gleefully waltzed in shortly after.

The office was much larger than either Jesse or I had anticipated, the left wall had a door to a connecting room, the middle of the room covered in a circular carpet with a chair facing a rogue black couch. At the far end of the room stood a decorative table with multiple locks, in its centre like a crown jewel was a large punch bowl overflowing with keys.

‘She sure has a theme’ I thought, looking around the room, stark white walls with powerful downlighting made the room feel more like a sanatorium than a place of mental repair.

Margot sat down purposefully in her chair, throwing her leg across her other leg, effortlessly flashing me and Jesse. It was too quick to fully make out, but I could’ve sworn, or at least I thought as much, that there was no underwear underneath.

Jesse sat down and sprawled across the couch. Following suit I tried to sit down but with an outstretched foot Jesse kicked me away. Standing like a lone tree in a forest of sadness I sighed woefully, as Jesse rolled around atop the leather couch, her boobs almost falling completely out of her low v-cut shirt.

“You need to get a cleaner in here doc this couch is awfully sticky.” Jesse said, still trying to find a comfy spot.

Margot looked over her glasses frame at me locking her deep brown eyes on mine; “my last appointment must’ve spilled something.”

I felt a rush of excitement and a powerful dick twinge every time Margot spoke. I could feel my pitiful dick trying to rise.

‘Don’t cum don’t cum don’t cum’ I thought. The exact same thought I had said any time Jesse had shown me any of her naughty young body.

In truth, I hadn’t always been like this. I used to be the captain of the softball team and quite the good fuck. Many girls had said how good I was in bed, that’s what attracted Jesse to me, well that and my money, her words not mine. They say all it takes is just one; and when it came to Jesse that was never more true.

From the first time that I embraced Jesse I knew she was different. She had a powerful bratty aura about her.

I could never cum first or even think about pleasuring myself before she had cum once or twice or maybe seven times. She chose the night, the music and the position. I felt a sense of wonder at recalling when I finally earned the right to be allowed to enter her treasure trove. The warm tight pussy of a freshly 18 year old Jesse was indescribable. It was amazing beyond words; awe inspiring, simply put it was

Fucking magic.

I couldn’t blame myself though, no man could resist that pussy. But as Jesse reminded me constantly “at least they could give me a few strokes before cumming!” I never recovered after that. I only sank into a worse spiral of nutting faster and faster to the point of becoming a sub-minute prejac. Despite my physical failure I couldn’t help but think it was more mental than physical. I had always said I needed something to pull me out of my rut, I just didn’t know what that was…

I zoned back into the conversation, seeing Jesse sat up now, playing with her hair as Margot leaned back and listened, scribbling key words down as Jesse blabbered on. Tuning into the conversation at last I heard the tail end of Jesse’s last sentence;

“I mean you’d think the threat of fucking his best friend and letting him hit it raw would get him back to normal but nooo my bf has to be a little prick who can’t even nurse a semi before oozing out cum.”

“It’s pathetic really” Margo replied uncaring if I heard.

Sitting down finally, the conversation appeared to begin anew, with Margot addressing us as a couple for the first time;

“Jesse I’ll be blunt. Most of our regular treatments simply won’t work for a case such as James’. If it’s alright with you I’d like to a preemptive measure.”

Jesse nodded and Margot signalled for me to stand. Doing so, without asking she ripped my pants down revealing my tiny shrimp dick, two big balls hung behind it, my skin pasty and soft.

Instinctually I covered my genitals; “hey! What kind of sex therapist are you?”

Margot grabbed his face tightly; “you’ll come to find I’m the best. Hundreds of treated boyfriends, my preventive measures are saving women everywhere while my award winning “survival method” has radically changed many men, for the better!” She yelled before regaining her composure.

“Jesse, how long does it take from this state for James to cum?”

“Less than a minute if I touch it with my hand, if I’m naked probably under 20 seconds.” Jesse answered.

“I see” Margot said pitifully

Walking over to the decorative table Margot opened one of the sliding drawers and reached in, concealing something in her hand. She walked back over and gestures to Jesse.

Before I knew it, Jesse had pulled my arms behind my back and Margot was unfurling her fingers. Held within was a metal cock cage with tiny screws on the inside.

Clasping my balls almost immediately, I let out a shrill squeak as I buckled under the pressure of her squeeze, submitting to the ordeal, I opened my legs and before long the cage was upon me.

Click click the lock went.

“There! You’re cured.”

“But all you did was lock my dick in a chastity cage!”

“Not you James, Jesse is cured from a lifetime of limp dick sex with a prejac like yourself. Now your member is shut off, useless like you are. Now she can go and fuck a real man now.”

I threw my hands onto the cage and tried to pull it off. Shaking and pulling every which way, I tried and tried. No amount of effort of strain could tear it asunder.

With every harsh pull and strain I felt the tiny pointed screws within dig into my bare, naked cock. The pricks hurting ever so much that I released my confined cock and threw my head into my hands.

At the very same time Margot dropped the key into the bowl on the table, it disappearing into the pile of keys; all the same shade and size.

“As grateful as I am for this opportunity this isn’t what I paid for. I want my man back, make his cock work again!” Jesse said, the first positive thing she had said in months.

Despite my cocks immense pain I felt a twinge of admiration and love swell in my heart; she did care, she just had a weird way of showing it.

Margot sighed, rubbing her temples with her index fingers. After a dreadful silence she sighed once more; “FINE! Go wait out in the lobby, I’ll make some calls.”

Clapping her hands together like a child, Jesse skipped out the door and down into the lobby her ginger hair bouncing up and down in tandem with her supple breasts.

I leaned down to grab my pants but Margot slammed her foot atop the fabric; “if you ever want to touch your shrimp dick again, march your ass out there.” She said in a definitive tone pushing him in the chest, toward the door.

Scared, I limply walked out into the corridor to see the receptionist and Jesse already part way through a conversation; “— and then he tried to tear it off his little cock but got frustrated when the screws poked his little pecker.” Jesse said her face red with laughter

The receptionist looked over at the half naked ‘man’ that was me, she gazed down at the cock cage; “oh she gave you the extra small size!” The lady said now pointing at my confined member. The pair continued to talk amongst themselves as I stood, shaking like a leaf, watching the clock tick my cock’s freedom goodbye.

Half an hour went by before Margot opened the door again, Jesse wrapped her hand around my cage and pulled me inside, the screws prodding me as she pulled.

As if it was a completely different place the couch and chair were gone, the table now at the dead centre of the room with the bowl of keys. To the left of the bowl was a golden padlock, to the right a deep dark black lock.

Standing behind the bowl, Margo stood proudly gesturing down to it. Jesse closed the door to Margot’s office behind her as we both stood there, confused and a little excited.

Before we could react the door on the side wall burst open, in walking three boys and three girls; the boys all caged like me and naked from the waist down.

The girls were gorgeous, two blondes and one brunette. The brown haired lady lightly smacked her man’s ballsack from side to side as she waited for Margo to speak while the blondes conversed in a hushed tone, their red lipstick covered lips smacking as they talked.

Quickly, Margo rapped her hand on the table gaining the attention of all in the room.

“Ladies, thank you for coming. This new couple is James and Jesse, like you, Jesse has a filthy prejac for a bf—“ Margo began “but like you, she wants to go back to the days of good sex, long cocks and swollen clits sore from repeated orgasms.”

The trio of women all nodded as did Jesse.

“That’s where my test comes in the ‘survivor’ test was developed to remind men how to be alphas. Separating the men from the boys, the alphas from the betas, the cucks from the guys that fuck.”

As Margot kept talking I studied the other men, one was a rather fat man, his dick and cock cage barely visible whereas the other two were scrawny and meek, with long pencil like cocks.

“The game is simple; reach into the bowl and pull a key, one key unlocks the golden lock, another unlocks the black lock and many of them unlock nothing. Pick a key and try both locks—“ Margot said pausing to let the initial rules sink in

“If you open the black lock you’ll be subjected to pain unlike any other, if you fail to unlock the locks your cocks freedom will be lost forever but unlock the golden padlock and gain the gift of a true alpha…fucking every woman in this room while their beta boyfriends watch.”

As if a war cry the boys began to grunt and groan and eye each other off. A fight could break out at any moment, tensions building as our sexual frustration deepened.

“Who would like to go first?” Margot asked

One of the thinner gentlemen’s stepped forward, surveying the pot of keys and looking at the lock on his chastity cage. After much silent deliberation he pulled a key.

Trying the gold padlock to no avail. Now, sweating buckets he tried the black lock, it too staying sealed. Suddenly his fear was replaced by worry as his girlfriend led him to the door.

She pushed him out into the corridor, slamming the door on him, returning to her initial standing position. Smiling, she sighed a breath of relief as the unnamed man screamed in horror from beyond the door.

Adjusting her tits, the brunette nudged her fat slave toward the bowl. With a wobble and waddle he walked up grabbing a key deep in the bowl. For some unknown reason he tried the black padlock first;

Click

His face going skull white he dropped the now unlocked padlock, the key still in the groove of the lock. Margot walked over to the large man and, without warning launched a fast powerful kick into his balls.

The fat man cried out in pain and crumbled to the floor, falling to his back. To my horror the blondes grabbed his hands as the brunette and Jesse ran over to hold down his thick stocky legs.

Margo placed her notepad down and lightly put her glasses on top of it. Unbuttoning her shirt slowly she slid her elegant body out from the shirt.

She leaned down, kneeling on the ground her top half just a low cut black bra. Her cleavage had my cock at half mast, the needles digging into me. Pushing through the pain I looked on, watching as she unzipped the back of her skirt.

As it fell to the floor her dump truck of an ass was revealed. True to my word she was wearing no underwear! The spiderweb of fishnets tightly gripped her amazing curves.

Feeling like I could cum if she even breathed in my direction through horny and horrified eyes I watched as she placed a firm grip around each of the fat guys nuts.

Powerfully and without mercy she squeezed, her knuckles going white and her face screwed up in primal concentration. The man bellowed and wailed, tears streaming down his pathetic face, so much so that one of the blonde ladies turned and planted her ass on him, smothering his cries with her dirty asshole.

The squeeze kept going and all I could think was ‘okay now she’ll let go’. To my horror that time never came. As the pressure built and built the wailing was punctuated by the sound of two loud horrific pops.

POP! POP!

The fat disgusting man spasmed wildly, the four women barely able to contain the whale as he entered his manhood’s death thralls. Weeping wildly, the door to the office opened.

In walking the receptionist. With a firm hand she grabbed his leg as the puddle of a former man spasmed as she dragged him out, where he went I could not say.

Sweating, fearful and shaking violently I looked over at the other man, who now was curled in a ball and rocking back and forth. Margot stood up from the ground, reaching behind herself, she unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Her boob job was obvious but they looked picture perfect. I felt light cuts on my cock as the cages screws dug even deeper into my shaft, unable to break eye contact with her big breasts, the nipples pierced with skulls on either side of the nipple bars.

“I like to show the last two boys my boobs, it really puts them back in the right mindset. After seeing a man be humbled and destroyed it’s a good reminder; kill or be killed, take what is yours, leave nothing for the others.” Margo said playing with her tits, her voice in a higher register as if she was on the verge of orgasm.

Before long she gestured to the bowl. Not wanting to be locked forever I darted for the bowl as the five women watched. The man followed suit pushing the bowl to the floor. Frantically we clambered for keys, trying one after the other until the right one was found;

Click click

I did it! The other man fell backward, screaming like a feral ghoul. Margot, unperturbed, smacked him across the face like a misbehaving dog. He whimpered as she looked at me and gestured to the brunette, this man’s obvious girlfriend.

Walking over to her, Margot tossed the key from around her neck to the unnamed lady. She jammed it in the lock and my cage fell to the floor with an empathic thud.

Realising now the key was a master skeleton key, Margot had made us play the game for no other reason than for her own satisfaction. Before I could think the brunette had fallen to her knees and placed me in her mouth, sucking me to life.

As I grew I felt myself already on the verge of cumming. Weirdly, i looked over to see the man, crying at the sight of his lovely working my meat down her tight throat. The power I had in that moment was immense, only equal to what I imagined Jesse had felt all this time.

Gripping the brunettes head on either side I began thrusting deeper into her mouth, feeling my cock disappear down her throat. Faster now I pulled her forcibly, pushing her deeper into my cock. I looked over as the wave of euphoria built inside my sack and up my shaft.

The whimpering sad little man sniffled and shook as I felt the orgasm approach. Pulling myself out I jerked hard with my right hand, pulling the lazy bitches head back via a deep grip of her roots. She opened her mouth wildly, ‘ahhhhh’ she said, waiting desperately for my seed.

I came hard and fast, flooding her face with thick warm ropes. Some fell into her waiting mouth while other blobs landed on her red rosy cheeks and porcelain forehead.

I locked eyes with the blubbering man, I felt powerful, mean; dominant.

Still hard, I grabbed Jesse by the hair and threw her down on the table, behind her now she moaned loudly as I slid my post orgasm cock inside her tight bootyhole.

Stretching her innocent ass out I fucked slowly and methodically, allowing my refractory period to work its magic as she gasped for relief.

Looking around I saw the other women rubbing themselves furiously as the brunette ate my cum off her face, as her subservient man crawled on all fours over to her, as she pointed down at her awaiting wet cunt.

Now full mast once again and rearing for action I sped up, fucking Jesse deeply and vigorously. Like the others Jesse rubbed her perfect little clit rapidly, moaning intensely. Looking over I saw Margot causally redressing, nodding to me approvingly.

As our eyes locked once more I saw the sexy British dominatrix mouth;

‘Cum’

Instantly blowing my seed down Jesse’s no-longer-virgin ass I pulled out and released the last few spurts onto her cheeks. The room was a cacophony of moans, orgasms and pleasure.

Panting like a wild animal I grunted, working my dick down as the primal rage dampened and waned. As my sanity returned I felt the finely manicured fingers of Margot caress my shoulder. Looking deeply into her eyes she asked;

“How do you feel?”

Catching my breath and finally standing tall, ripping Jesse from the table into a warm embrace. Smothering her in my chest, her body limp from orgasm, I said powerfully;

“I’m cured.”