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It takes less than forty eight hours for the first call to come through. Ilya's in his home office finishing charts from his week's worth of appointments. He's had a long night, not getting home until four am because he had to be on call at a game. A game which Hollander played exceptionally well at. Scoring a hat trick thanks to him showing off because he knew his doctor was watching him. Even if Shane didn't realize quite exactly why he needed to prove himself. Ilya was been pleased with his patient's ability to perform. To pretend like it was normal for him to play his games filled with a load of his doctor's cum.
Corrupting the minds of men was Ilya's specialty. It helped that the groundwork already existed. He couldn't make Hollander need something he didn't already want to do. Ilya simply… unlocked everything to his advantage. All the dirty little thoughts Shane Hollander tried so desperately to hide under his calm and collected exterior were brought to light during their appointments. The transformation was beautiful to witness. Shane himself has admitted he found Ilya's care pleasurable.
The first ring shrilled through the air as Ilya finished transcribing his findings in his private files. The ones he kept password locked on a special thumb drive from Mother Russia, to report his research to his fellow professionals at their next conference. His phone vibrated loudly on his desk buried under stacks of paper. Ilya shifted things around until he found it, acknowledged the contact was saved as Patient One, and answered. "Hello, who is this?"
"Dr. Rozanov?"
Shane Hollander. Ilya could identify the sound of the man's desperate arousal blindfolded. The cravings Shane must be feeling by now would be insatiable. Dr. Rozanov was well aware he commanded Shane's pleasure. Just as well, he decided to play innocent. To see how much of the man he truly controlled. "Yes, this is he. What is the problem?" Ilya asked, keeping his voice deep and steady. He turned his phone speaker on then set it on top his stacks of files. Ilya leaned back in his seat, soaking in the whorish noises of desperate arousal filling the silence of his office.
"It's uh, it's me. Shane Hollander. I was trying to… please… can't -" Shane's pants filled Ilya's ears like a reward for his hard work. Spending so much time on one patient was rare, but he knew Hollander was special the moment Ilya saw him laid out in the stirrups that first appointment. "It's not working. I can't - fuck!"
"What are you doing?" Ilya asked. He closed his eyes, picturing the sight of Shane Hollander at his mercy. Laid out in bed, all alone. Unwilling to call for help because he knew being underneath his doctor was exactly where he belonged. Oh, fuck, Ilya thought, licking his lips with an unsatiated hunger. His hands reached for his belt, sliding his cock free. "Tell me what is wrong."
"I can't - I've been trying, since I got home. It's so hard. Please, please." Motivated by Shane's whimpers, Ilya spit in his palm and jerked his cock. "Dr. Rozanov I need you. Something - something's wrong. I can't - fuck, it hurts. Please."
Dr. Rozanov let out a guttural moan of his own as Shane's begging filled the air. He stroked himself hard and fast. He hooked one of his legs over his chair's armrest for a better angle. "You are touching yourself?"
"Yes, fuck. No. I mean -"
"Breathe. Relax, Shane. You are doing so well." Dr. Rozanov praised, unable to control the animalistic possessiveness coursing through his veins. This man, this gloriously inexperienced man, was his to own. "Calling me is good. You did so well following treatment." Shane let out a pleased whimper, nonverbal. "Tell me how you touch yourself."
"It's so deep. I can't - it's not right. Doesn't feel right. Please, doctor."
Ilya felt a bead of precum on his thumb as he slid the finger across his tip. Shane Hollander, you will kill me, he thinks, pulling the glistening finger to his mouth. He wraps his lips around it, then returns to fisting his cock. "Are you naked?"
"Yes. I'm trying to - fuck - to use my dildo. Can't make it good enough."
"Nothing fills you, hmm?" Ilya purrs through the microphone, sliding his freehand under his shirt to pinch his nipples. He couldn't help his own moan, drawn deep from within his chest. "Nothing satisfies you. You need Dr.Rozanov to come help you with his special cure."
"Yes. I can't - it's not - Dr. Rozanov." Shane let out the most pitiful, desperate, whine Ilya had ever heard in his life.
"Yes, Mr. Hollander?" Dr. Rozanov prompted, though his own breathing was getting harder to control. His cock filled out in his hands, perfectly curved and long. Girthy enough to comfortably hold in one palm. "What do you want?"
"I want to cum."
"So cum for Dr. Rozanov," he says, groaning deeply as his own orgasm rushes through him. His cum was hot and thick, coating his fingers as Ilya rubbed the head of his cock. He fisted himself, teasing himself in the exactly percise way that made him orgasm every time. "Fuck. You're so good. Such a good patient. Be good for Dr. Rozanov and cum."
"I've been - oh, ah - trying to tell you - fuck - I can't - oh, fuck I'm cuming. I'm cuming Dr. Rozanov!" Shane cried out through the phone. Ilya desperately wished they enabled patient-doctor video calls. He could picture it clearly. Shane's expression blissed in soft arousal following the aftermath of his reward. Ilya wondered if Shane's soft lips were parted ever so slightly, or if he had slid his cum filled fingers between them. Ilya stroked himself lazily, teasing the tip of his cock. Shane would look so pretty laid out over his desk, waiting for his doctor to fuck him better.
Ilya waits until the crying settles into soft aroused gasps, almost as if Shane was still stroking his sensitive little cock. He wondered if Shane's expression was blissed in deep arousal following his reward. He wondered if Shane's soft lips were parted ever so slightly, or if his patient had slid his cum filled fingers between them. Ilya stroked himself lazily, teasing the tip of his cock. Shane would look so pretty laid out over his desk, waiting for his doctor to fuck him better.
Fuck, Ilya had his work cut out for him.
Minutes passed by. Silence filled with Shane's soft, post-orgasm breathing. Still laced with a touch of arousal. Ilya took the time to use some tissues to clean himself up. Eventually he cleared his throat loudly and reached for his phone. "You've been having very good results, Shane. You are very good for your doctor."
"I am very good for my... my doctor…" Shane's voice was thick and heavy. Just as Ilya predicted, the orgasm did what it needed to do. "I want my doctor's cock." Shane said in his hypnotized post orgasmic daze.
"You will get it." Ilya promised, letting his cock hang free on his hip as he turned his attention back to his notes. " In a few when I let you wake you will believe it is your idea to come to the office tomorrow."
"My idea to… to come to the office." Shane repeated perfectly. Ilya hummed, satisfied by his patient's responses.
"You can never orgasm on your own."
"Can never orgasm… on my own?" Shane wonders, letting out a confused whine.
"Again."
"Can never orgasm on my own." Shane repeated, letting the new truth settle into the back of his mind. Ilya drummed his fingers against his desk, wondering if he could push it and add a few more commands before they hung up. He didn't want to risk pushing Shane though. Triggering his patient's commands over a phone call was already risky enough. He did not want to risk something unraveling all of the work he's put into his perfect patient.
"Wake for me, my sweet boy." Ilya said, trying to turn his attention back to his notes. He couldn't deny Shane the care he so obviously needed. Not when he could provide Shane with a cure.
"Dr. Rozanov, are you still there?"
"Yes." Ilya cleared his throat and gathered his wits about him. "Do you still need something?" He picked up his phone, waiting for a response.
"I was thinking… maybe I should schedule another session. You could help me."
"What do you need help with, Mr. Hollander?" Ilya asked, a knowing tease in his tone. There was a special kind of satisfaction when his patients asked for what they wanted. What they needed. Especially if they needed special attention for their problems.
"I need you to help me orgasm, Dr. Rozanov. Again." Ilya could hear the affect the hypnosis has had in Shane's deep, labored, breaths. Staying in control of the subject over the phone needed some more… advanced… techniques but it was not impossible. Ilya would wait forever if it meant Shane fell deeper under his control. Eventually, after a few long seconds ticket by, Shane spoke up again. The sound of his voice was breathless with arousal. "I could do it before, even if it didn't feel very good. Now I can't… I can't do it at all."
"This is a big problem," Ilya let out a soft tsk of disappointment. "Come tomorrow, we will fit you into the schedule. You are a very important patient to me, Mr. Hollander. I want to ensure you are completely satisfied with your care."
"Yes, Dr. Rozanov. I… I will come to the office tomorrow." Shane agreed easily, malleable and soft from his orgasmic bliss. He was so beautiful when he submitted fully. Ilya should remember to take pictures for Shane's file.
"Good. Have a good night." Ilya said as he hung up the phone call. He did not need to ask Shane to plug himself up. He knew the boy would do it on his own. Tomorrow would prove to have some interesting developments in Ilya's plan.
The second exam room to the right was empty upon Shane's arrival. He felt comfortable in the familiar space, reassured by the fact Dr. Rozanov kept his care consistent. Shane wasn't fond of surprises. He worked his way out of his street clothes, leaving them neatly folded on the plastic chair against the wall.
When Shane was naked he dressed himself in his gown then pulled the stirrups out of the table and situated himself appropriately. It was easy for him to allow the atmosphere to relax him, letting his mind wander into a familiar distant space. Teetering on the edge of emptiness. He didn't mind that he could feel the weight of his cock against his thigh. He didn't even mind the way his thoughts seemed to ooze out of his brain the longer he laid out on the exam table.
Shane never had to think with Dr. Rozanov. His physician was so smart. He knew everything about Shane's body. He knew what Shane needed before he did. He knew he trusted Dr. Rozanov. So, on the rare occurrence he could just… let himself forget for a while… trust Dr. Rozanov to provide the best care… he had no issues letting his thoughts settle into the back of his mind.
Familiar music graced his ears and he let his body relax. Already drifting into a sea of nothingness, empty, blissful. Shane's mind felt peaceful here, like the only thing that mattered was being a good patient. Which meant the only thoughts that mattered were Dr. Rozanov, and his special attention. Dr. Rozanov strode confidently into the room. "Where's Nurse Cliff?" Shane asked, realizing the procedure was… already different….
"He is busy with other patients." Dr. Rozanov sunk into his chair on wheels, and spun to his usual position between Shane's legs. "Hopefully you don't mind only seeing me today." He meets Shane's eyes, encouraged by the lost, hazy, expression already on his patient's face.
"I don't mind only seeing you today," Shane repeated. His eyes fluttered as Ilya watched the new truth solidify in the back of Shane's mind. Shane automatically began taking longer, deeper, breaths as Ilya settled into place between his legs. His mind was so feeble, so weak. The poor man had no thoughts left of his own, but that was okay. Shane did not need to think when Ilya examined him. That was the beauty of the hypnosis.
"Very good, my Shayna." Ilya praised, voice deep and powerful as it filled the room. The man before him would belong to him soon enough. It was a good thing he's long since learned to be patient. Even good subjects could break free if he was too eager too quickly. "On the phone last night, you mentioned having trouble reaching climax."
"Yeah, I… I haven't been able to at all," Shane admitted hesitantly. Flush warmed his cheeks, sprawling down his neck. His eyes fluttered heavier as his mind weakened. "Shouldn't you… put on… gloves?"
Ilya let out a soft tsk. He rewarded Shane's honesty with running his palms along Shane's thighs, exploring the muscles and curves he's long since memorized. Shane's breath hitched when Ilya's fingers pinched at his nipples. "Dr. Rozanov - I don't think -"
"Good. You do not have to think here. Drop deeper and deeper, let your mind fall asleep." Ilya coaxed, continuing to rub Shane's nipples until they were appropriately hardened. Ilya roamed Shane's body possessively, examining his muscles and sensitivity. "You're so helpless. You need your doctor to help you with everything."
"I need you to help me with everything." Shane agreed easily. Ilya's thumb brushed against Shane's hole. He slowly pulled the plug out of the man's ass. The simple teases sent Shane's entrance spasaming.
"Takaya zhadnaya malen'kaya dyrochka." Ilya murmured, gliding his bare fingers between the crack of Shane's asscheeks. Shane's thighs quivered with the arousal and promise of something more. "Breathe, you are doing so well."
Shane hummed at the praise, settling at the mere sound of Ilya's voice. Succumbing to the sheer power of carefully programmed hypnosis. Nothing got Ilya hotter than watching his subjects submit in real time. Maybe one day Ilya would erase everything, and allow Shane the experience of discovering hypnosis from the ground up. "Relax, breathe deeply. Fall deeper and deeper, let your thoughts seep out of your mind." It took all of Ilya's self control to withdraw his finger from Shane's hole. "Shh," he hushed when Shane let out a soft whine of disappointment. "Remember who you are meant to be."
Ilya gently coaxed Shane into an easy tumble back into trance. Shane's body fell limp under Ilya's weight as he leaned in closer. Ilya pressed a kiss to Shane's jaw, deeply inhaling through his nose to smell the man's cologne. "Shane, can you hear me?" Shane hummed, his lips curved upward slightly into a smile. "You like being a mindless cocksleeve for your doctor."
"Yes."
"Yes, very good." Ilya purred, pressing his lips against Shane's jaw. He stood and wedged between Shane's sprawled open legs. He reached for a bottle of lube left nearby after his previous patient. Ilya squirted a generous amount into his hand and stroked himself. "You love it when your doctor fucks you. You need it. You feel so much better when I fuck you." Ilya groaned against Shane's ear.
Ilya pushed, sinking his hard cock into Shane's ass. "Oh, fuck. You're so perfect for me." Ilya groaned deeply, feeling the heat of internal muscle clench around him. "When I snap my fingers you will wake. You will feel as though you are getting fucked full by several men at once. Do you understand?"
Shane responded with a mindless moan as Ilya began fucking into him. Ilya snapped his fingers, waking Shane from his hypnosis. Shane's eyes fluttered with confusion, then he let out desperate pants. He grabbed for Ilya's clutching onto the arms pinning his shoulders down. "Oh, fuck. Fuck - please, doctor." Shane immediately begged, pleaded with a desperation that sent a surge of possessiveness through Ilya's bones.
"Yes, fuck. So good. Moya ideal'naya patsientka. Moy milyy tsvetochek. Takoye uzkoye otverstiye dlya chlena doktora." The Russian rolled out of Ilya's mouth as carnal need overtook everything else. The need for control. To own, to fuck his patient into the exam chair. Shane let out helpless, whorish, noises. Music to Ilya's ears. To dominate someone's mind like this, to control their every thought. Their passion. Shane's desperate need to become his doctor's personal whore was close to fruition. Ilya could nearly taste it.
"Fuck, please Dr. Rozanov, let me cum." Shane begged as Ilya set a ruthless pace, drilling into him. "Love your cock, want - please - need to cum. Want you in me. Please -" Shane begged, hopeless to Ilya's pleasure.
Ilya fucked the boy's ass until he felt himself fill out completely. He hooked Shane's leg over his shoulder, and began ramming into his prostate. "Fucking cum for me, Hollander." Ilya groaned loudly. "Cum without something touching your cock." Shane let out a deep moan when he came, his body spasmed underneath Ilya but there was nowhere for him to go. Ilya was all over him. All around him. Ilya was everything to him.
Ilya himself only lasted a few more minutes before spilling so much cum into Shane's ass it seeped out of his hole. "Fuck, Hollander. You are a good horny slut. I am glad I chose you." Ilya murmured, rubbing his cum against Shane's hole, pushing it back inside. When he was satisfied he brought his fingers to Shane's lips. Shane followed the wordless order, of course he did. His lips parted and his tongue curled around Ilya's fingers, licking his cum off of them in a dazed, blissed out, expression. "When you wake you will remember this. You will find nothing wrong with being fucked by your doctor. In fact, you will enjoy it. You will ask for it at future appointments. You will need to be fucked by me."
Shane's hazy eyes fluttered heavily as Ilya's words sunk into his mind. "Like being fucked by you. Want to… want to be fucked by you. I will ask for it…" Shane murmured when Ilya freed his mouth of his fingers. Ilya smacked Shane's face a couple times, then grabbed his jaw to get his focus back.
"Hmm, yes. My good boy. Wake."
Ilya got his Shane cleaned up, then sent his favorite doll on his way. It was incredibly satisfying watching Shane walk through the waiting room with an obvious limp. When the coast was clear Ilya bunched the boxers Shane forgot to put back on and pressed it to his nose. He inhaled Shane's scent, and then wrapped the fabric around his cock. He fisted himself to completion one last time, claiming Shane's boxers like he would soon claim his mind. Ilya would soon have his own desperate, horny, slut who craved to orgasm and be fucked every second of the day. He couldn't wait.