category: gay/control author: daddywolf email: jmorgan588@linkedup.vip - write me title: not a normal relationship part 1
This one is a little silly, but i had fun writing it. it uses dialogue to drive the story, rather than events.
"look, doc, i just want a normal relationship, because i feel like the one we've got is anything but."
"you know i'm just a sex therapist, not a doctor or psychologist?"
"yes, but our problem seems distinctly sexual in nature," jay contended.
"oh bosh, we do not have a problem," miranda rolled her eyes.
"oh no?" doc questioned. "so you two aren't in agreement on this?"
"no, he's just mad 'cause his pussy hurts," miranda scoffed.
jay blushed deep red and on the defensive, "i told you not to call it that!"
"i'll call it whatever i want! don't get sassy on me just because we're in polite company, you little slut!" miranda shot back.
"who, whoa hold on," doctor jerry anderson took a deep, calming breath, motioning for the other two to follow his example. "i can already tell there are some powerful emotions and a failure to communicate here, but really, i'm just a sex therapist. why have you come to see me? let's start with the name calling. miranda, why do you feel the need to direct such vulgar language towards your husband?"
"oh, we're not married," miranda demurred.
"not yet," jay chimed in.
"well at least you two are hopeful about that," doctor jerry observed.
"doctor-" miranda began.
"please call me jerry. it's much less formal and i find my clients prefer it."
"all right, jerry. i guess i do it because it turns me on. i like to get him going. it's one of those things that adds spice to our sex life."
"but the sex is a problem? jay, how do you feel when miranda talks to you like that?"
"demeaned? like i'm less than a man, which i want to be in her eyes," jay opined.
"a fair ambition," jerry remarked. "miranda, how do you see jay?"
"like the faggot, cocksucking fairy that he is," she fumed.
"again with the language!" jerry seemed taken aback, as though this was not the usual chatter of his regular clientelle.
"it's the truth!" miranda insisted, giving jay a sharb elbow nudge. "go on, tell him!"
suddenly, a transformation came over jay. no longer was he the mouthy, opinionated young man who came storming into this office. his body language was closed off. at 5'6", with a fair complexion, sandy blond hair, and a slender build, he was anything but intimidating, but now he seemed almost mousy in his demeanor. jerry could sense him withering under miranda's harsh scrutiny.
"miranda, take it easy," jerry urged her to be calm. "these things are difficult for everyone to talk about. jay, this should be a safe space for you to open up and tell me about your problems. if you don't tell me, i can't help you. now it seems like you dragged miranda here to address some issue that you have. the issue is yours, not hers, so i need you to tell me what's on your mind, ok?" jerry appealed to jay's rational mind in a calm, reasonable voice.
jay looked up at the doc, then to miranda. his eyes had the cast of a wounded puppy as he looked back to jerry.
"she makes me suck cocks," he stated dejectedly.
"how maudlin!" miranda erupted. "i do not! you do that all by yourself 'cause you're a queer."
"calm, miranda, calm," jerry interjected. "let's get to the bottom of this. jay, would you care to elaborate on that statement?"
jay looked over at miranda fuming about being ambushed and said nothing.
"i'll tell you how it began," miranda cut in. "i had been seeing jay for a few weeks, mostly because i thought he was cute, and one night i decided to invite him over to my place with a few close friends for a slash reading-"
"slash reading?" jerry inquired.
"gay erotica," miranda clarified. "oh," jerry looked confused. strange choice for a date, he thought. "anyway, we have some wine, some cocktails, some of my handsome guy friends are over - you know, to make jay a little jealous - and we're getting tipsy."
"i don't remember that night all that well," jay moped.
"sure you don't," miranda added sarcastically. "jay was getting smashed, and embarrassing me, stumbling around, hanging on my friends, but not on me!"
"i thought you didn't like me..." jay said somberly.
"what was i supposed to think? we hung out for weeks and you didn't make a move." she tossed her hair, clearly miffed. "so i'm sitting on the couch - by myself - and jay's sitting on another couch with tom, on of my good guy friends. the reading gets to a particularly naughty scene, and tom has no shame, so he just whips out his dick and starts stroking it! tom has this problem, he's done it before, but i still love him. anyway, he's all randy and reving up, and what does jay do? nothing! he doesn't get up and move, he doesn't tell tom to put it away, he just stares at it like a fat kid at an all you can eat buffet!" she glared at jay, who was doing his best imitation of a turtle.
"it wasn't like that i just-"
"you just sat there drooling over my friend's cock!" miranda cut him off. "so i was pissed. 'what the fuck, jay' i yelled at him. he looked like i had just kicked him in the balls. then i went over there and told him that if he was gonna look at it like that he might as well suck it."
"she was very convincing," jay pointed out.
"i'm sure," jerry noted, beginning to get the picture. "and then what?"
"then he sucked it!" miranda erupted. "and i just stood there, watching him do it, not believing that i just wasted all this time getting this faggot to like me."
"but i'm not a faggot! i just wanted you to like me!" jay whined. "i'd never sucked a cock before, i swear. i'm not into guys. i don't like sucking cock-"
"for someone who doesn't like it, you sure do it a lot," she berated him.
"but you like it..." he murmured pitifully.
"is that true, miranda?" jerry was curious now.
"well, yes, but what girl wouldn't? jay knew i had a yaoi fetish when he met me."
"yaoi fetish?"
"men having sex with boys," she clarified.
"oh, i see," jerry was learning his terms today. "so you do encourage jay to do this, to please other men sexually?"
"yes, but not everything. we haven't progressed to anal," she confirmed.
"just oral?"
"oral and handjobs," miranda smirked over at jay, who was blushing so furiously he couldn't make eye contact with either of them. "oh, he's rather partial to jerking off."
"what man isn't?" jerry proferred.
"i mean other than his own."
"oh," i should have figured, jerry thought. "but surely, jay enjoys masturbation? that's normal and healthy for a young man."
"heavens no!" miranda exclaimed, appearing genuinely shocked by the suggestion. "we keep that thing safely locked away."
"locked away? i'm sorry i don't follow. how is that possible?" jerry felt rather out of the loop. this was all very different from the usual complaints of frigidity.
"in a cage. you know, a chastity device? jay stand up and show him."
by this it was clear that she expected jay to take off his pants, and jerry sensed the young man's hesitation.
"jay it's okay if you feel embarrassed, but if you would, we need to know what we're working with. you can feel comfortable around us. what we discuss in this room is subject to the doctor-patient privilege," jerry tried assuaging jay's fears, but could see the boy was still unsure. he took a more direct approach. "jay, just stand up and remove your pants. it's just the three of us. you're perfectly safe."
jay closed his eyes as though in pain as he rose from the therapist's couch. slowly he undid the belt and let his slacks fall to the floor. to jerry's surprise, jay wasn't wearing boxers or briefs, but panties - white with pink hearts. "the rest of it, slut. show the man," miranda told him sternly. apparently, jay thought she meant get completely naked, because he started unbuttoning his shirt, sliding it slowly, almost seductively off one shoulder then the other. his collarbones were nicely defined, feminine even, and jerry thought he was rather slight for a young man. bending at the waist, jay slid the panties down his legs, bare at first glance, but jerry could detect the faint down of vellus hairs. jay was smooth all over, the opposite of the stereotype of male virility. after pulling his feet out, jay stood up and jerry could see a pink, plastic contraption where jay's penis should be. his testicles were admittedly smaller than normal, and on second glance, jerry could see that
the plastic was enclosing jay's boyhood.
"perhaps you'd care to explain this," jerry asked of no one in particular.
"don't just stand there, queer. sit down, you're embarrassing me," miranda bossed him. instead of sitting back down on the couch, he knelt in front of it, next to his pile of rumpled clothes. this seemed to be expected. "better. jay had a bit of a problem, but it's all better now." jerry thought he saw jay subtly roll his eyes, indicating that he wasn't fully on board with this assessment.
"what problem was that?" jerry probed.
"it's nothing. he-"
"actually, i'd like to hear jay's take on this," jerry asserted.
miranda looked ruffled, but conceded nonetheless.
"sometimes when i wanted to touch myself, miranda-"
"mistress!" miranda chided him.
"mistress would get angry with me," jay finished.
"hmmm, is that true?" jerry directed his question at miranda.
"well sometimes after he sucked a cock, he would come on to me, but his breath smelled like cum! so i'd tell him i wasn't in the mood and then he'd go off and pull his little pud."
"i don't understand," jerry sounded puzzled. "isn't that what you wanted him to do?"
"no! i wanted him to pay attention to me!" miranda was exasperated, as though all this should have made perfect sense to anyone.
"but not to come on to you..."
"i wanted him to not be aggressive about it. i wanted him to dote on me."
"so you put the cage on him?"
"oh it made him so much better," she sighed wistfully. "just look at him all quiet and docile and humiliated. a perfect, pratty boy toy. now he only comes when i want him to, which isn't often believe me, and then only when he's extra good. how long has it been since you've had a little cummie?" miranda asked him in a baby voice. jerry was astonished at the shift in their dynamic.
"4 weeks, mistress," jay trembled with the confession.
"miranda, i'm curious," jerry gently interrupted. "just what does jay have to do to 'earn' an orgasm?"