Down the hatch

His fingers brush your's as you take the drink from his hand, embarrassed for hesitating.

"Good. Very good." As the drink touches your lips, a warmth trickles through your body, a pleasing tingle you're sure has to do with contents of the glass and not the Doctor's approval.

He sits across the desk from you again - and stares at you.

"Um... what is it, Doctor?"

But he keeps staring, running his fingers across his lips. You can see he's thinking, analyzing... But suddenly you find it hard to focus on his face, hard to focus on anything. The drink must be pretty strong - you've only had a few sips and you're already feeling woozy...

As if he read your mind, the Doctor speaks. "Finish it." You bring the drink to your full lips and swallow it down, no hesitance, jumping at the full power of his confident command. As the hot load runs down your throat, you slip back into your chair, completely relaxed. When the doctor speaks, it seems to come from a very long way away, though his face seems close, hovering above you. You're just so... comfortable.

"Nod that you can here me." You nod. Of course you can hear him. He's all you can hear.

He laughs, and the sound fills the room with butterflies. What a pleasant feeling. "A rare case, to be this suggestible. Very rare indeed. To find what a suggestible person wants - very difficult. You are lucky to have me."

As he stands in front of you and you look into his powerful eyes, you know he's right. I am lucky to you have you.

"You would be lost without me." I would be lost without you.

"You were lost without me." I was lost without you.

"Good." He pats you on the head and you feel proud of your answers. A small part in the back of your head questions, Answers? Did I say that out loud?

"You trust me. I know what you want, and you know that I'm right. Would you like me to tell you what you want?"

Yes Doctor. Tell me what I want.

He kneels next to your chair, his face closer to you than ever before. You hadn't noticed how... masculine he really is, how strong until now. You swear you can smell his breath and it's... a shudder runs through your body. Intoxicating.

"I'm not going to." ...What? "You need to discover what you want for yourself. I will guide you... but the words must be your own."

You feel a profound sense of disappointment as he stands, his beautiful face drawing further from you... but then he straightens fully, and your eyes are right at level with his crotch.

"The first step to confidence is confidence in yourself. The reason why those boys bother you is because you have none. Our first step will be to build your sense of self value." You must be imagining it, but you swear you see something moving in his pants, swaying gently side to side... your eyes follow it back and forth, back and forth...

"I want you to go home and observe yourself. Examine your body. Make notes of your features - but do not judge them. Write them down, and return to me with the list for next session." By now your whole head is swaying with the movement of his crotch, mouth slightly agape, staring, drooling...

And suddenly you're standing outside his office - the parking lot, not even the waiting room. You blink. How did you get here? Was that... it?

You make a mental note to ask the doctor the name of that drink. Must be strong stuff.